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[angelophile]

• 15:45 Today I'm spending my time quoting P.G. Wodehouse: "She looked as if she had been poured into her clothes and had forgotten to say "when."" #
• 15:52 "Marriage isn't a process of prolonging the life of love, but of mummifying the corpse." #
• 16:14 "The Duke of Dunstable had one-way pockets. He would walk ten miles in the snow to chisel an orphan out of tuppence." #
• 16:25 "I could see that, if not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled." #
• 16:48 "The face was drawn, the eyes haggard, the general appearance that of one who has searched for a leak in life's gaspipe with a lighted candle." #
• 17:15 "Unseen, in the background, Fate was quietly slipping the lead into the boxing glove." #
• 18:00 "Honoria is one of those robust girls with the muscles of a welter-weight and a laugh like a squadron of cavalry charging over a tin bridge." #
• 19:02 "The rule by which he had always lived was that the best would have to do until something better came along." #
• 20:47 "Mrs. Pringle's aspect was that of one who had gotten bad news round about the year 1900 and never really got over it." #
• 21:02 "I suppose I'm one of those fellows my father always warned me against." #
• 21:15 "He felt like a man who, chasing rainbows, has had one of them suddenly turn and bite him in the leg." #
• 22:35 "He was white and shaken, like a dry martini." #
• 22:51 "I would like to have called him a pessimist, only I couldn't think of the word." #
• 22:59 "...now tailors measured him just for the sake of exercise." #
• 00:16 "Her hair was a deep chestnut, her eyes blue, her nose small and laid back with about as much loft as a light iron." #
• 00:18 "It was my Uncle George who discovered that alcohol was a food well in advance of modern medical thought." #
• 00:21 "She spoke with the mildness of a cushat dove addressing another cushat dove from whom it is hoping to borrow money." #

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