The stony expression on Mr Anderson's face became intensified. He might have been something Gutzon Borglum had carven on the side of a mountain. As so often wen in Mervyn Potter's society, he was trying to think who it was that he reminded himself of. Then he got it. Job. Job after he had lost his camels and acquired all those boils. Not that Job's sorrows could be compared with those of a man forced to associate with Mervyn Potter.
- P.G. Wodehouse, Barmy in Wonderland, pp.11-12
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