Nature, stretching Horace Davenport out, had forgotten to stretch him sideways, and one could have pictured Euclid, had they met, nudging a friend and saying: “Don’t look now, but this chap coming along illustrates exactly what I was telling you about a straight line having length without breadth.”
(taken from the first pages of Uncle Fred in the Springtime; due to a rather unfortunate fall in the stairs last week, I have to rest and watch my back for a few days, and hence I’ve been in need of light and refreshing literature to pass the time, turning therefore in part to re-reading some novels of P.G. Wodehouse.)
