Gems from Wodehouse
Poet - Money is dross. Love is a manna sent from Heaven, a spark of the Immortal Fire, sent by the Lord to elevate our low desire.
Other fellow - O Ho ! It is dross, eh ?
Poet - It is dross
After some days, they meet again
Other fellow - You said Money is dross !
Poet - Yes, money is dross !
Other fellow - But people are running after that dross !
After some time, he says " OK, I am a bit tight. Can you lend me some of that dross " !
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Poet - Money is dross. Love is a manna sent from Heaven, a spark of the Immortal Fire, sent by the Lord to elevate our low desire.
Other fellow - O Ho ! It is dross, eh ?
Poet - It is dross
After some days, they meet again
Other fellow - You said Money is dross !
Poet - Yes, money is dross !
Other fellow - But people are running after that dross !
After some time, he says " OK, I am a bit tight. Can you lend me some of that dross " !
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