This blog is dedicated to the maxims of P. G. (Plum) Wodehouse.
#202
They had been audible all the time, very much so, but now they grew in volume. Comrade Wotherspoon was a tall, thin man with side-whiskers and a high voice. He scattered his aitches as a fountain its sprays in a strong wind. He was in earnest.
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