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I shuddered from hair-do to shoe-sole. I was even more thankful than before than she had given me the bum's rush. I know what making something of me meant. Ten minutes after the Bishop and colleague had done their stuff she would have been starting to mould me and jack up my soul, and I like my soul the way it is. It may not be the sort of soul that gets crowds cheering in the streets, but it suits me and I don't want people fooling about with it.
- Bertie Wooster from
Aunts Aren't Gentlemen