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Oh, is that my report, father?' said Mike, with a sort of sickly interest, much as a dog about to be washed might evince in his

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Mac had many admirable qualities, but not tact. He was the sort of man who would have tried to cheer Napoleon up by talking about the Winter Sports at...more

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No sir," said Mr Molloy. "I'm mighty sorry I can't meet you in any way, but the fact is I'm all fixed up in Oil. Oil's my dish. I began in Oil and I'l...more

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Mr Wisdom,' said the girl who had led him into the presence.'Ah,' said Howard Saxby, and there was a pause of perhaps three minutes, during which his ...more

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Lord Emsworth belonged to the people-like-to-be-left-alone-to-amuse-themselves-when-they-come-to-a-place school of hosts

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It went automatically to a heavy-weight mother with beetling eyebrows who looked as if she had just come from doing a spot of knitting at the foot of ...more

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Sober or blotto, this is your motto: keep muddling through.

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You probably think that being a guest in your aunt's house I would hesitate to butter you all over the front lawn and dance on the fragments in hobnai...more

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Love is a delicate plant that needs constant tending and nurturing, and this cannot be done by snorting at the adored object like a gas explosion and ...more

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What ho!" I said."What ho!" said Motty."What ho! What ho!""What ho! What ho! What ho!"After that it seemed rather difficult to go on with the conversa...more

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The awful part of the writing game is that you can never be sure the stuff is any good.

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I don’t know if you have had the same experience, but the snag I always come up against when I’m telling a story is this dashed difficult problem of w...more

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You remind me of an old cat I once had. Whenever he killed a mouse he would bring it into the drawing-room and lay it affectionately at my feet. I wou...more

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This is peculiarly an age in which each of us may, if he do but search diligently, find the literature suited to his mental powers.

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Lady Constance's lips tightened, and a moment passed during which it seemed always a fifty-fifty chance that a handsome silver ink-pot would fly throu...more