Wilson Hymack pushed as much of his hair out of his eyes as he could readily with one hand, cleared his throat, looked dreamily over the top of a photograph of Archie's father-in-law, Mr. Daniel Brewster, played a prelude, and began to sing in a weak, high, composer's voice. All composers sing exactly alike, and they have to be heard to be believed.
(from The Indiscretions of Archie, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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