/lit/ - Literature

"How can one so malodorous behave in such a genteel manner? I'll tell you Humphrey, these colonials never cease to amaze me."
Humphrey Bigsby looked down at his shoes and followed the patterns of their broguing. The twirling, looping waves of leather occupied his attention and acted as an apt diversion from the waves of spiel he had been subjected to for the past ten minutes.
"And I'll tell you, when there aren't enough footstools about at the Bangalore these wog chappies are more than happy to hit the decks and do a good evening's work. I'll tell you Humphrey, their race is a..."
By God, how Humphrey hated these damned colonial excursions...