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unearths some literary gems.
From "A Slice of Life," by P. G. Wodehouse:
***“Sir Jasper Finch-Farrowmere?” said Wilfred.“ffinch-ffarrowmere,” corrected the visitor, his sensitive ear detecting the capital letters.“Ah, yes. You spell it with two small f’s.”“Four small f’s.”***“Pooh to you!” said Wilfred. “And, if you want to know what I think, you poor ffish, I believe your name is spelled with a capital F, like anybody else’s.”Stung to the quick, the baronet turned on his heel and left the room without uttering another word.***This cousin, as you will have guessed, was Wilfred himself—but a very different Wilfred from the dark-haired, cleancut young scientist who had revolutionized the world of chemistry a few months before by proving that H2O + b3g4z7 – m9z8 = g6f5p3x.***Give me that key, you fiend.”“ffiend,” corrected Sir Jasper automatically.***[Bonus: The Madame Eulalie site notes, among the corrections to printer's errors, "Magazine had “And with her my bblessing”; corrected to “b-blessing” as in book editions"--which I think is especially funny given all the "ff" business.]
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