"She must be fat."
"She is. Extraordinarily fat."
"Yessir, I'll bet she's fat," said Tipton, groaning in spirit. No lover, who has come out to walk in the moonlight and dream of the girl he adores, likes to find himself sidetracked on to the subject of pigs, however obese.
(from Full Moon, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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