"How did it all end?"
"Oh, I got away with my life. Still, what's life?"
"Life's all right."
"Not if you've lost the girl you love."
"Have you lost the girl you love?"
"That's what I'm trying to figure out. I can't make up my mind. It all depends what construction you place on the words, 'I never want to see or speak to you again in this world or the next, you miserable fathead.'"
"Did she say that?"
"Among other things."
(from Joy in the Morning, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
