The effect of Lord Ickenham's brief resume of the position of affairs on Cosmo was to cause him to start convulsively. And as anything in the nature of a convulsive start makes a man who has recently been struck on the head by a woman's gentle cosh feel as if that head had a red-hot skewer thrust through it, he uttered a yelp of agony, like a Volga boatman stung by a wasp.
"I know, I know," said Lord Ickenham, nodding sympathetically. 'The aftereffects of being bust one do linger, don't they? As a young man, in the course of a political argument in a Third Avenue saloon in New York, I was once struck squarely on the topknot by a pewter tankard in the capable hands of a gentleman by the name of Moriarty - no relation of the Professor's, I believe - and it was days before I was my old bright self again.
(from Cocktail Time, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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