“Rugby football is more or less a sealed book to me, I
never having gone in for it, but even I could see he was good. The lissomeness
with which he moved hither and thither was most impressive, as was his
homicidal ardor when doing what I believe is called tackling. Like the Canadian
Mounted Police, he always got his man, and when he did so the air was vibrant
with the excited cries of morticians in the audience making bids for the body.”
—
British
humorist P. G. Wodehouse (1881-1975), Stiff Upper Lip, Jeeves (1963)
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