It's a curious thing about old George Tupper. There's a man who you might say is practically directing the destinies of a great nation - at any rate, he's in the Foreign Office and extremely well thought of by the Nibs - and yet his size in hats is a small seven. I don't know if you've ever noticed that Tuppy's head goes up to a sort of point. Mine, on the other hand, is shaped more like a mangel-wurzel, and this made the whole thing rather complex and unpleasant.
(from Eggs, Beans and Crumpets, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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