Wilfred Allsop was sitting up, his face pale, his eyes glassy, his hair disordered. He looked like the poet Shelley after a big night out with Lord Byron.
~P.G. Wodehouse
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Just a little space for a passionate bibliophile to share some of her love of literature...
'weekly wodehouse' is what made me interested in your blog. :) keep it going
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