A man who is by nature a light baritone cannot conduct a conversation for any length of time in deep bass without acquiring a parched and burning throat. Monty came out of the booth eeling as if his had been roughly sandpapered, and the thought of that two anda half mile walk back to the Castle and its little brother, the two and a half mile walk back, intimidated him. The more he thought of it, the less worth while did it seem to him to go to all that fearful sweat simply in order to see the scruff of Lord Tilbury's neck grasped by a pig-man. Far better, he felt to toddle along to the bar-parlour and there, over a soothing tankard, follow the scene with the eye of imagination.
(from Heavy Weather, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
No comments:
Post a Comment