"Why can't I?" he said to his Countess as they sat one night trying to balance the budget.
"Why can't you what?" said the Countess.
"Let Algy starve."
"Algy who?"
"Our Algy."
"You mean our second son, the Hon. Algernon Blair Worthington ffinch-ffinch?"
"That's right. He's getting into my ribs to the tune of a cool thousand a year because I felt I couldn't let him starve. The point I'm making is why not let the young blighter starve?"
"It's a thought," the Countess agreed. "Yes, a very sound scheme. We all eat too much these days, anyway."
(from the Preface to Joy in the Morning, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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