“Freddie looked at the dog. The dog looked at
Freddie. The situation was one fraught with embarrassment. A glance at the
animal was enough to convince him that it had got an entirely wrong angle on
the position of affairs and was regarding him purely in the light of an
intrusive stranger who had muscled in on its private sleeping quarters. Its
manner was plainly resentful. It fixed Freddie with a cold, yellow eye and
curled its upper lip slightly, the better to display a long white tooth. It
also twitched its nose and gave a sotto-voce
imitation of distant thunder.”—English humorist P.G. Wodehouse (1881-1975), Young Men in Spats (1936)
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