Book Excerpt for the Day

    The Fink-Nottle, you see, was one of those freaks you come across from time to time during life's journey who can't stand London.  He lived year in and year out, covered with moss, in a remote village down in Lincolnshire, never coming up even for the Eton and Harrow match.  And when I asked him once if he didn''t find the time hang a bit heavy on his hands, he said, no, because he had a pond in his garden and studied the habits of newts.


(from Right Ho, Jeeves, by P.G. Wodehouse)

7½*/10.  The full review is here.