"Suppose you were a great musician. Would you like to have to listen to a cheap, vulgar tune - the same tune - day after day? Or suppose that every time you went to lunch at the Drones you had to sit opposite someone who looked like the Hunchback of Notre Dame? Would you enjoy that? Of couse you wouldn't. You'd be sick as mud."
I saw her point. Many a time at the Drones I have had to sit opposite Oofy Prosser, and it has always taken the edge off a usually keen appetite.
(from "Jeeves Makes an Omelette," by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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