unearths some literary gems.
It's 1972, Wodehouse is in his nineties, and he's no longer standing on ceremony:
"The intelligent reader will recall, though the vapid and unreflective reader may have forgotten..."
[This from The Plot That Thickened, which also gives us the following]:
"[She was] always insisting that their position demanded that they entertain as dinner guests people whom, if left to himself, he would not have asked to dinner with a ten-foot pole."
[And ... a nightclub orchestra called Herman Zilch and His Twelve What-Nots!]