As he mentioned his name, his tone seemed to take on a sort of respectful affection. One of he mysteries of my life is why this godlike man, while treating me, who pay my rent regularly, with a distant hauteur, as if I were something very young and callow in baggy trousers whom he had just caught eating the entree with a fish-knife, should positively fawn on Stanley Featherstonehaugh Ukridge, who is - as has been for years - a recognized blot on Society.
(from "Ukridge and the Home from Home," by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
No comments:
Post a Comment