Prismatic is the only word for those frightful tweeds and, oddly enough, the spectacle of them had the effect… — P.G. Wodehouse
Prismatic is the only word for those frightful tweeds and, oddly enough, the spectacle of them had the effect of steadying my nerves. They gave me the feeling that nothing mattered.
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