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Dulltown, UK: Today's quotation is from P G Wodehouse's 1939 novel Uncle Fred in the Springtime:
'Mr Claude Pott, m'lord,' announced Beach, and withdrew with just that touch of aloofness in his manner which butlers exhibit when they would prefer not to be held responsible for peculiar visitors.
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'What, did you use to be'?
'Eh'?
'You know, jobs...'
'Oh, right. Let me think...'
'Go ahead.'
'An icehouse worker.'
'Really? That sounds cold.'
'Yes... do you want some more'?
'Alright.'
'Selling books in a bookshop.'
'Carry on.'
'What? Yet more'?
'A joiner, a garden fence maker, railway porter, a sweet factory worker...'
'Sweet factory'?
'Yes.'
'What kind'?
'Mainly Kit Kats, and er, chocolate Easter eggs.'
'Good God'!
'Yes. Guitar teacher, amateur plumber, room painter, an icehouse worker...'
'You mentioned that one already.'
'Oh, did I? A magic tricks maker.'
'Really'?
'Hm... guitar mender, door fitter, an amateur electrician, electric guitar maker, floorboard repairer, worker in a frocks warehouse...'
'Frocks'?
'Yes, and a theatre set designer, photographer, songwriter, comic writer, and a sort of builder, a trimmer of hedges, blues musician, prop-maker, blogger, playwright...'
'I see... Playwright?
'Not really... Printmaker, second-hand record shop worker, sculptor, icehouse worker...'
'You mentioned that one again...'
'Yes, yes, it was truly awful'!
'So, are you busy at the moment'?
'Only a bit.'
'What do you do, now'?
'I'm a full-time surrealist.'
'A surrealist'?
'Yes.'
'I see...'
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