Random thoughts from a largely-useless man.
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Friday, December 30, 2016
The food was bad!
The garbage I had had to insult the Wooster stomach with at the pub had been of a particularly lethal nature. Generally these rural pubs are all right in the matter of browsing, but I had been so unfortunate as to pick one run by a branch of the Borgia family. The thought had occurred to me as I ate that if Bingley had given his uncle lunch there one day, he wouldn't have had to go to all the bother and expense of buying little known Asiatic poisons.
(from Jeeves and the Tie That Binds, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)