“Jane was not sure how drunk she was, and could not bring herself to stand up, this being the test.”
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“Beer was served in jam-jars, which was an affectation of the highest order, since jam-jars were at that time in shorter supply than glasses and mugs.”
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“Nicholas now saw that the Colonel had understood him to hold ideals, and had connected them with the ideals of of his wife Gareth, these being the only other ideals he could immediately lay hands on. It was the only explanation. Jane wanted to put everything straight. She said, ‘Nicholas is an anarchist.’
‘Ah, no, Jane,’ said the Colonel. ‘That’s being a bit hard on your author friend.’”
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I have not laughed out loud at a book in ages. Also, this pulled me away from work during some long days. Muriel Spark, The Girls of Slender Means. Do yourself a favor.
