"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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