October 21
I myself (licking a stamp): “The taste of gum is really very nice.”
R.: “I hate it.”
I: “My dear fellow” (surprised and entreating), “envelope gum is simply delicious.”
R.: “I never lick stamps—it’s dangerous—microbes.”
I: “I always do: I shall buy a bookful and go away to the seaside with them.”
R.: “Yes, you’ll need to.”
(Laughter.)
Thus gaily and jauntily we went on to discuss wines, whiskies, and Worthington’s, and I rounded it up in a typical cockeyed manner—
“Ah! yes, it’s only when the day is over that the day really begins—what?”