"I was telling Algy, I'm going to settle down in the country somewhere."
"What will you do there? Raise chickens?"
"Write."
'Oh? Well, I suppose you know your own business best," said Jane dubiously. I don't think I'd like to run a poultry farm myself." Bill saw that the intricacies of the English language had misled her.
"When I said write, I didn't mean right, I meant write," he said helpfully.
"Oh, write?"
"Right."
"I'm glad we've got that straight. It was worrying me."
(from The Purloined Paperweight, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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