I groaned a hollow one. The heart had sunk. One has, of course, to make allowances for writers, all of them being more or less looney. Look at Shakespeare, for instance. Very unbalanced. Used to go about stealing ducks. Nevertheless, I couldn't help feeling that in springing Joke Goods on the guardian of the girl he loved Boko had carried an author's natural goofiness too far. Even Shakespeare might have hesitated to go to such lengths.
(from Joy in the Morning, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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