It was a nasty look. It made me feel as if I were something the dog had brought in and intended to bury later on, when he had time.
P. G. WodehouseBut what is the love life of newts, if you boil it right down? Didn't you tell me once that they just waggled their tails at one another in the mating season?''Quite correct.' I shrugged my shoulders. 'Well all right, if they like it. But it's not my idea of molten passion.
P. G. WodehouseOne of the Georges - I forget which - once said that a certain number of hoursยด sleep each night - I cannot recall at the moment how many - made a man something which for the time being has slipped my memory.
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