"You've never met the Princess Dwornitzchek, of course. . . . Yes, you have, though. What am I thinking of? If that boy's your brother, she's your stepmother."
"No getting away from that."
"Then you know what a perfectly ghastly woman - I beg your pardon. Shouldn't have said that."
"On the contrary," Joe assured him warmly, "your words are music to my ears."
"You don't like the Princess?"
"I regard her as the sand in Civilization's spinach."
(from Summer Moonshine, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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