unearths some literary gems.
From Wodehouse's Uncle Dynamite:
Constable Potter, who had momentarily removed the glazed look from his eyes, put it back again.
"Nobody but a practised writer could have told that story so superbly. [...] You publish your stuff secretly under another name. I believe you're one, if not more, of the Sitwells."
[From The Purloined Paperweight, aka Company for Henry]:
“You see, when I recommended Deadly Ernest to him as required reading, he snubbed me in no uncertain manner.”
“What’s he like when snubbing?”
“Pretty formidable. The beard helps a lot, of course. He waggled it at me and said, ‘Dear lady, does one read books called Deadly Ernest?’ And when I said yes, one did, mentioning myself as a case in point, he sighed like a patronizing escape of steam and said he was afraid my taste was very crude.”
“We particularly liked its austerity.”
“Or restraint, if you prefer it. No second corpse.”
“I thought of putting in a second corpse, and then I thought I’d fool my public by not having one.”
“You were quite right. I’m sick of second corpses.”
“I had various jobs.”
“Well, there quite a number of them. Picking lemons, for one.”
“I knew it! The moment I saw you, I said to myself, ‘That man has been picking lemons.’ Where was this?”
“Chula Vista, California.”
“Are there lemons out there?”
The last thing he would have wished to do, had circumstances been other than they were, was to reveal his business secrets to anyone like Algy, in whose discretion he had little or no confidence, but as so often happens, circumstances were not other than they were.