Once again Lord Emsworth blessed his soul. He found the idea of his younger son, the Hon, Freddie Threepwood, whacking up English ends of concerns almost incredible. Years of association with the boy had left him with the opinion that he had just about enough intelligence to open his mouth when he wanted to eat, but certainly no more.
- P.G. Wodehouse, Full Moon, p.11
Veronica lay thinking for a few moments. It was a thing she did very seldom and then only with the greatest difficulty, but this was a special occasion.
- p.20
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