Monday, December 14, 2009

What sort of things do poor folk do?

"Bob is very rich, and very generous. Unlike some of the members of his race, he spends much of his time laughing at himself.

'What a lovely new car, Bob.'

A deep sigh, and a faint rattle of chains. 'How one manages, my dear, on a mere pittance, I do not know.' And then, turning to George, his chaffeur...'George....chives!'

'Yes, sir.'

'You don't mind, Beverley my dear? There isn't a chive in London. I've scoured the entire city. So I thought if Oldfield could give me the teeniest clump....'"

-Laughter on the Stairs
Beverley Nichols

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