unearths some literary gems.
From Scoop, by Evelyn Waugh:
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"Only last week the Poet Laureate wrote us an ode to the seasonal fluctuation of our net sales."
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"That must be good style. At least it doesn't sound like anything else to me."
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"Going up," they cried in Punch-and-Judy accents, and before anyone could enter, snapped their doors and disappeared from view.
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From that moment a new, more human note was apparent in their relationship; conversation was still far from easy but they had this bond in common, that neither of them liked cider.
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"I will not have a barrier erected between me and my staff. I am as accessible to the humblest..." Lord Copper paused for an emphatic example..."the humblest book reviewer as I am to my immediate entourage."
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Lord Copper quite often gave banquets; it would be an understatement to say that no one enjoyed them more than the host, for no one else enjoyed them at all, while Lord Copper positively exulted in every minute.
