Sunday, September 2, 2007
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Words: By Wodehouse
From The Code of the Woosters, on cow creamers:
"It was a silver cow. But when I say "cow", don't go running away with the idea of some decent, self-respecting cudster such as you may observe loading grass into itself in the nearest meadow. This was a sinister, leering, Underworld sort of animal, the kind that would spit out of the side of its mouth for twopence. It was about four inches high and six long. Its back opened on a hinge. Its tail was arched, so that the tip touched the spine-thus, I suppose, affording the handle for the cream-lover to grasp. The sight of it seemed to take me into a different and dreadful world."
"It was a silver cow. But when I say "cow", don't go running away with the idea of some decent, self-respecting cudster such as you may observe loading grass into itself in the nearest meadow. This was a sinister, leering, Underworld sort of animal, the kind that would spit out of the side of its mouth for twopence. It was about four inches high and six long. Its back opened on a hinge. Its tail was arched, so that the tip touched the spine-thus, I suppose, affording the handle for the cream-lover to grasp. The sight of it seemed to take me into a different and dreadful world."
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