Tuesday, 1 March 2011

His brow was sicklied o'er

Yet now, as I say, he was low-spirited. It stuck out a mile. His brow was sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought and his air was that of a man who, if he had said 'Hallo, girls', would have said it like someone in a Russian drama announcing that Gradpapa had hanged himself in the barn.

P.G. Wodehouse, The mating season (1949), 15

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