Up till now, he had regarded Lord Emsworth as the most promising claim that any prospector for ore could hope to make out, but one glance at the latter's son told him that he had been mistaken. This was the mug of a good man's dreams. For a long instant he stood staring silently at Lord Bosham with the same undisguised interest which stout Cortez had once displayed when inspecting the Pacific. It is scarcely exaggerating to say that Mr Pott was feeling as if a new planet had swum into his ken.
- P.G. Wodehouse,
Uncle Fred in the Springtime, pp.178-179
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