I boast of being the only man in London who has been bombed off a lavatory seat while reading Jane Austen. She went into the bath; I went through the door.
Critic's London diary: from the New statesman, 1931-1956 (ed. 1960)
I boast of being the only man in London who has been bombed off a lavatory seat while reading Jane Austen. She went into the bath; I went through the door.
Critic's London diary: from the New statesman, 1931-1956 (ed. 1960)