Young Men in Spats by P.G. Wodehouse
Whenever I'm tempted to throw in the towel, I turn to Wodehouse. He never disappoints. What is it with British writers and humor?
"Do you know," said a thoughtful Bean, "I'll bet that if all the girls Freddie Widgeon has loved and lost were placed end to end--not that I suppose one could do it--they would reach half-way down Piccadilly."
"Further than that," said Egg. "Some of them were pretty tall. What beats me is why he ever bothers to love them. They always turn him down in the end. He might just as well never begin. Better, in fact, because in the time saved he could be reading some good book."
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