P. G. Wodehouse
This blog is dedicated to the maxims of P. G. (Plum) Wodehouse.
'Barker!' His voice had a ring of pain.
'Poached egg, sir.'
Freddie averted his eyes with a silent shudder.
'It looks just like an old aunt of mine,' he said. 'Remove it.'
Jill the Reckless
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