"All these petty breezes," continued Psmith sympathetically, "must be very trying to a man in your position, a man who wishes to be left alone in order to devote his entire thought to the niceties of higher Finance. It is as if Napoleon, while planning out some intricate scheme of campaign, were to be called upon in the midst of his meditations.to bully a private for not cleaning his buttons. Naturally, you were annoyed. Your giant brain, wrenched temporarily from its proper groove, expended its force in one tremendous reprimand of Comrade Jackson. It was as if one had diverted some terrific electric current which should have a been controlling a vast system of machinery, and turned it on to annihilate a black-beetle.
(from Psmith in the City, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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