Plum - On Being Wet
... And emotional register in potatoes:
The blow fell precisely at one forty-five (summer time). Spenser, Aunt Agatha's butler, was offering me the fried potatoes at the moment, and such was my emotion that I lofted six of them on to the sideboard with the spoon. Shaken to the core, if you know what I mean.
P.G. Wodehouse The Inimitable Jeeves
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