Quotation from: Love Among the Chickens

Written by: P.G. Wodehouse


His face was turned in the opposite direction when I came up with him,
and it was soon evident that he had not observed my approach. For
when, treading water easily in his immediate rear, I wished him good
morning in my most conciliatory tones, he stood not upon the order of
his sinking, but went under like so much pig iron. I waited
courteously until he rose to the surface once more, when I repeated my
remark.


He expelled the last remnant of water from his mouth with a wrathful
splutter, and cleared his eyes with the back of his hand.

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