Archibald's assertion that the shirt-sleeved man had six arms I discount as due to his not unnatural perturbation a the moment. He bases it on the fact that someone - he assumes it to have been the shirt-sleeved man - seized him by the collar, the right arm, the left arm, the right leg, the left leg, and the seat of the trouser simultaneously. However, be that as it may, my nephew passed the next few moments of his career being shaken like some patent medicine until he could feel his contents frothing within him. Then, just as he had begun to realize that, if this continued, he must reluctantly come unstuck, something seemed to give and he was shooting through the night air - to hit the pavement, bounce, hit it again, bounce for the second time, ricochet along the polished surface for a considerable distance, and eventually come to a halt in the gutter with his head resting against what in its prime must have been part of a good-sized fish. A halibut, Arichabald thinks.
(from Archibald and the Masses, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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