"You have no conception, Bertie, literally no conception of the chumminess which exists between us. Hands were shaken and backs slapped. He was all over me like a bedspread. Well, to give you some idea, he said he wished he had a son like me."
"Well, considering he's got a son like Edwin, that isn't saying much."
(from Jeeves in the Morning, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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