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unearths some literary gems.
From "Dear Old Squiffy," by P. G. Wodehouse:
***“You might almost say my genius is stifled. Or strangled, if you prefer it.”“Anything you say,” agreed Archie, courteously. “But how? Why is your what-d’you-call-it what’s-its-named?”***“He doesn’t bite, I suppose, or sting or what-not?”“He may what-not occasionally. It depends on the weather.”***Something seemed to tell him that he was asking for trouble with a loud voice***[Peter is a snake.]The bag was one of those simple bags with a thingummy which you press. Archie pressed it. And, as it opened, out popped the head of Peter. His eyes met Archie’s. Over his head there seemed to be an invisible mark of interrogation.***“My snake! My Peter!” Mme. Brudowska’s voice shook with emotion. “He is here, here in this room.”Archie shook his head.“No snakes here! Absolutely not! I remember noticing when I came in.”***“Mr. Moffam wouldn’t go round stealing snakes.”“Rather not,” said Archie. “Never stole a snake in my life. None of the Moffams have ever gone about stealing snakes. Regular family tradition!”***
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