"Take the boy who stood on the burning deck whence all but he had fled. Can't have been very pleasant for him."
"Not very."
"But I've never heard that he grumbled. And Napoleon. He suffered from chronic dyspepsia. Couldn't digest a thing. Every time he got up from dinner he felt as if a couple of wildcats were fighting for the wildcat welterweight championship inside him. And Waterloo on top of that."
"And probably all he said was Oo la la."
"I shouldn't wonder."
"Or Zut."
"Yes, possibly Zut."
(from Bachelors Anonymous, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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