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For some reason I started to read my P G Wodehouse books again this weekend, starting with the golf stories. I think I'd mentioned them somewhere but I forget where because my mind is all clogged up with this darn cold. Practically know them off by heart, but I had to actually put one down today because I was laughing too hard to be able to eat my dessert in a civilsed manner. He was a genius.
This snippet is frpm the short story 'Pig-hoo-o-o-ey.' Lord Emsworth's pig hasn't been eating as she misses her carer. A young man tells him that she'll eat if called (see title for the call) and proceeds to give it.
They looked at him, awed. Slowly, fading off across hill and dale, the vast bellow died away. And suddenly, as it died, another, softer sound succeeded it. A sort of gulpy, gurgly, plobby, squishy, woffle-some sound, like a thousand eager men drinking soup in a foreign restaurant. And, as he heard it, Lord Emsworth uttered a cry of rapture.
The Empress was feeding.
A woffle-some sound. Oh, I love that!
This snippet is frpm the short story 'Pig-hoo-o-o-ey.' Lord Emsworth's pig hasn't been eating as she misses her carer. A young man tells him that she'll eat if called (see title for the call) and proceeds to give it.
They looked at him, awed. Slowly, fading off across hill and dale, the vast bellow died away. And suddenly, as it died, another, softer sound succeeded it. A sort of gulpy, gurgly, plobby, squishy, woffle-some sound, like a thousand eager men drinking soup in a foreign restaurant. And, as he heard it, Lord Emsworth uttered a cry of rapture.
The Empress was feeding.
A woffle-some sound. Oh, I love that!