It has sometimes been said that prudery reached such a height in the nineteenth century that people took to dressing their piano legs in little skirts lest they rouse anyone to untimely passion. Thomas

I do not weep at the world I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife.

It did not occur to them that a woman could be dangerous. How foolish they were.

humorous writing, the exclamation mark is the equivalent of canned laughter (F. Scott Fitzgerald – that well-known knockabout gag-man – said it was like laughing at your own jokes),

Written By Lynne Truss

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