"There is no need," said Ronnie with dignity, "to rub it in."
"Well, I won't, then. Merely contenting myself with remarking that of all the young poops I ever met . . ."
"He is not a poop!" said Sue.
""My dear," insisted the Hon. Galahad, "I was brought up among poops. I spent my formative years among poops. I have been a member of clubs which consisted exclusively of poops. You will allow me to recognize a poop when I see one."
(from Heavy Weather, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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