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The drama: "'On rising,' he told Wilmot, 'take the juice of an orange. For luncheon, the juice of an orange. And for dinner the juice –' – he paused a moment before springing the big surprise – 'of an orange. For the rest, I am not an advocate of nourishment between meals, but I am inclined to think that, should you become faint during the day – or possibly the night – there will be no harm in your taking ... well, y
— Aug 21, 2026 07:38AM
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'Schnellenhamer again, eh? This shall be attended to.'
He crossed to the cupboard and flung open the door. The magnate came out on all fours. Wilmot curtly directed him to the desk.
'Take paper and ink, Schnellenhamer, and write this lady out a new contract, with no weight clause.'
'But listen ...'
'Your sword, madam, I believe?' said Wilmot, extending the weapon.
'All right,' said Mr Schnellenhamer hastily.
— Aug 21, 2026 08:04AM
He crossed to the cupboard and flung open the door. The magnate came out on all fours. Wilmot curtly directed him to the desk.
'Take paper and ink, Schnellenhamer, and write this lady out a new contract, with no weight clause.'
'But listen ...'
'Your sword, madam, I believe?' said Wilmot, extending the weapon.
'All right,' said Mr Schnellenhamer hastily.
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"... not one of those men who can eat sandwiches aloofly and, as it were, surreptitiously. When he ate a sandwich there was no concealment or evasion. He was patently, for all eyes to see, all ears to hear, a man eating a sandwich. There was a brio, a gusto, about the performance which stripped it of all disguise. His sandwich flew before him like a banner."
— Aug 21, 2026 07:53AM
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"The advice all good doctors give to those who have been disappointed in love is to eat lightly. Fail to do this, and the result is as inevitable as the climax of a Greek tragedy. No man, however gifted his gastric juices, can go on indefinitely brooding over a lost love and sailing into the starchy foods simultaneously."
— Aug 21, 2026 07:36AM
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For description: "For he had always been a good trencherman, and sorrow seemed to sharpen his appetite.
And this was so during the days that followed. He found himself eating a good deal more than usual, because food seemed to dull the pain at his heart. Unfortunately, in doing so, it substituted another in his stomach."
— Aug 21, 2026 07:35AM
And this was so during the days that followed. He found himself eating a good deal more than usual, because food seemed to dull the pain at his heart. Unfortunately, in doing so, it substituted another in his stomach."
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THIS is irony - dramatic and situational. Also very funny: "Wilmot Mulliner drew himself up. It was his moment. His head was still aching, and he would have been the last person to claim that he knew what all this was about: but this he did know – that Mabel was nestling in his arms and that his future was secure.
'I ...'
Then words failed him, and he nodded."
— Aug 21, 2026 07:25AM
'I ...'
Then words failed him, and he nodded."
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Unhinged: "I endorse Miss Potter's view wholeheartedly and without compromise. I say the cuckoo does not cook. It wooks, so make the most of it!'
There was a sudden whirring noise. It was Mabel Potter shooting through the air into his arms.
'Oh, Wilmot!' she cried.
He glared over her back-hair at the magnate.
'"Wuckoo, wuckoo!"' he shouted, almost savagely."
— Aug 21, 2026 07:20AM
There was a sudden whirring noise. It was Mabel Potter shooting through the air into his arms.
'Oh, Wilmot!' she cried.
He glared over her back-hair at the magnate.
'"Wuckoo, wuckoo!"' he shouted, almost savagely."
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"For there is no spiritual anguish like that of the man who, grown accustomed to opening the crackling envelope each Saturday morning, reaches out for it one day and finds that it is not there. The thought of the Perfecto-Zizzbaum cashier ceasing to be a fount of gold and becoming just a man with a walrus moustache had turned Wilmot's spine to Jell-o. And for an instant, as I say, he had been on the point of betray..
— Aug 21, 2026 07:18AM
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Reading Wodehouse makes me think how AI cannot possibly mimic Wodehouse
— Aug 21, 2026 07:18AM
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'I beg your purdon, Mr Schnellenhamer, that's wrong.'
A deadly stillness had fallen on the room. Eleven authors sat transfixed in their chairs, as if wondering if they could believe their twenty-two ears. Mr Schnellenhamer uttered a little gasp.
— Aug 21, 2026 07:13AM
A deadly stillness had fallen on the room. Eleven authors sat transfixed in their chairs, as if wondering if they could believe their twenty-two ears. Mr Schnellenhamer uttered a little gasp.
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"'The ideal Nodder,' said Mr Schnellenhamer regretfully. 'I don't know when I've had a better. Always on his cues. Never tries to alibi himself by saying he had a stiff neck. Quiet ... Respectful ... What's that word that begins with a "d"?'
'Damn?'
'Deferential. And what's the word beginning with an "o"?'
'Oyster?'
'Obsequious. That's what he is. Quiet, respectful, deferential, and obsequious – that's Mulliner.'"
— Aug 21, 2026 07:04AM
'Damn?'
'Deferential. And what's the word beginning with an "o"?'
'Oyster?'
'Obsequious. That's what he is. Quiet, respectful, deferential, and obsequious – that's Mulliner.'"