Random thoughts from a largely-useless man.
Old radio shows, old movies, the simple life.
Monday, September 30, 2013
The reply just did not have any teeth in it
"I say! I mean, I say. I say, dash it, you know. I mean, dash it," said Barmy, feeling, even as he spoke, that the rebuke had not been phrased as neatly as he could have wished.
(from Tried in the Furnace, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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