Finals Week....Why....
This paper I'm writing on P.G. Wodehouse may suck, but at least I get to use this:
“I shall shortly be telling Uncle Percy things about himself which will do something to his knotted and combined locks which at the moment has slipped my memory.”
“Make his knotted and combined locks to part and each particular hair to stand on end like quills upon the fretful porpentine, sir.”
“Porpentine?”
“Yes, sir.”
“That can’t be right. There isn’t such a thing.”
