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[seminarist]

The Wanted column of the morning paper is a sort of dredger, which churns up strange creatures from the mud of London's underworld. Only in response to the dredger's operations do they come to the surface in such numbers as to be noticeable, for as a rule they are of a solitary habit and shun company; but when they do come they bring with them something of the horror of the depths.

It is the saddest spectacle in the world—that of the crowd collected by a Wanted advertisement. They are so palpably not wanted by anyone for any purpose whatsoever; yet every time they gather together with a sort of hopeful hopelessness. What they were originally—the units of these collections—Heaven knows. Fate has battered out of them every trace of individuality. Each now is exactly like his neighbor—no worse; no better.

P. G. Wodehouse

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[ikadell.livejournal.com]

Ого, что это за текст?

[seminarist.livejournal.com]

Это Something Fresh (aka Something New), 1915. Первый роман из цикла о лорде Эмсворте.

[ikadell.livejournal.com]

Спасибо, пойду наныкаю. Вудхаус вообще офигенный и незаслуженно забыт...