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Ukridge knows nothing about fowls. I know less. He considers it an advantage. He says our minds ought to be unbiassed.
(Chapter VII)
"I was reading your last book the other day."
"Yes?" I said, gratified. "How did you like it?"
"Well, as a matter of fact, laddie, I didn't get beyond the third page, because the scurvy knave at the bookstall said he wasn't running a free library, and in one way and another there was a certain amount of unpleasantness. Still, it seemed bright and interesting up to page three. …”
(Chapter II)