This blog is dedicated to the maxims of P. G. (Plum) Wodehouse.
#135
The song 'Mother's Knee', it will be remembered, went through the world like a pestilence. Scots elders hummed it on their way to kirk; cannibals crooned it to their offspring in the jungles of Borneo; it was a best-seller among the Bolshevists.
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