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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Sunday, May 2, 2010
Weekly Wodehouse #9
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