Mike's succssor, a youth of the name of Bristow, was causing Psmith a great deal of pensive melancholy. His worst defect - which he could not help - was that he was not Mike. His others - which he could - were numerous. His clothes were cut in a way that harrowed Psmith's sensitive soul every time he looked at them. The fact that he wore detachable cuffs, which he took off on beginning work and stacked in a glistening pile on the desk in front of him, was no proof of innate viciousness of disposition, but it prejudiced the Old Etonian against him. It was part of Psmith's philosophy that a man who wore detachable cuffs had passed beyond the limit of human toleration.
(from Psmith In the City, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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