There was the man who seemed to be attempting to decieve his ball and lull it into a false sense of security by looking away from it and then making a lightning slash in the apparent hope of catching it off its guard.
P. G. WodehouseHalf a league Half a league Half a league onward With a hey-nonny-nonny And a hot cha-cha.
P. G. WodehouseNever put anything on paper, my boy, and never trust a man with a small black moustache.
P. G. Wodehouse