"Why didn't he come himself?"
It was a question which Sally had anticipated. "He isn't well."
"What's the matter with him?"
"He - er - he's got a sore throat."
"I don't wonder. Does he still sing all the time?"
"He sings quite a lot."
"If you can call it singing. Sounds like gas escaping from a pipe. 'But only God can make a tree.' Bah! In a really civilized community crooners would be shot on sight."
(from Quick Service, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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