Mr. Gedge, reading his correspondence, did not see the spreading prospect. Nor did he wish to. He was not fond of St. Rocque, and this morning it would have seemed less attractive to him than ever, for three of his letters bore Californian postmarks and their contents had aggravated the fever of his home-sickness. Ever since his marriage two years ago and the subsequent exodus to Europe he had been pining wistfully for California. The poet speaks of a man whose heart was in the Highlands, a-chasing of the deer. Mr. Gedge's was in Glendale, Cal., wandering round among the hot dogs and filling stations.
(from Hot Water, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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