Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Bearing her equine burden

The dinner hour was approaching. In her room, Lady Bostock had finished dressing and was regarding herself in the mirror, wishing, not for the first time, that she looked less like a horse. It was not that she had anything specific against horses; she just wished she did not look like one.

(from Uncle Dynamite, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)

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