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"He took these delicate hints and the nightcap and soon we were toddling up to our respective beds, as sober as a judge. (You will note that I speak of only one judge; i.e. we shared one unit of judicial sobriety between the two of us.)" (49/215)
— Jun 23, 2025 07:48PM
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"'Then call me a cab!’
‘Awright, Mr Charlie: you’re a taxi.’
‘How d’you mean?’
‘Well, I couldn’t hardly call you ’ansom with that bleeding moustache, could I?’ With that he started to stagger about the room, helpless with guffaws and cannoning into pieces of fragile furniture as antique as his jest." (56/215)
— Jun 24, 2025 12:38PM
‘Awright, Mr Charlie: you’re a taxi.’
‘How d’you mean?’
‘Well, I couldn’t hardly call you ’ansom with that bleeding moustache, could I?’ With that he started to stagger about the room, helpless with guffaws and cannoning into pieces of fragile furniture as antique as his jest." (56/215)
