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I'm a bit short on brain myself: the old bean would appear to have been
constructed more for ornament than for use.

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She was rather like one of those innocent-tasting American drinks which creep
imperceptibly into your system so that, before you know what you are doing,
you're starting out to reform the world by force if necessary and pausing on
your way to tell the large man in the corner that, if he looks at you like that,
you will knock his head off.

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One of the rummy things about Jeeves is that, unless you watch like a hawk,
you seldom see him come into a room. He's like one of those weird chappies
in India who dissolve themselves into thin air and nip through space in a sort
of disembodied way and assemble the parts again just where they want them.
I've got a cousin who's what they call a Theosophist, and he says he's often
nearly worked the thing himself, but couldn't quite bring it off, probably
owing to having fed in his boyhood on the flesh of animals slain in anger and pie.

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Jeeves smiled paternally. Or, rather, he had a kind of paternal muscular spasm
about the mouth, which is the nearest he ever gets to smiling.

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