I don’t know if you have ever seen a tiger of the jungle drawing a deep breath preparatory to doing a swan dive and landing with both feet on the backbone of one of the minor fauna. Probably not, nor, as a matter of fact, have I. But I should imagine that a t. of the j. at such a moment would look . . . allowing, of course, for the fact that it would not have a pink face and head like a pumpkin . . . exactly as G. D’Arcy Cheesewright looked as his eyes rested on the Wooster frame.

• P. G. Wodehouse, Jeeves and the Feudal Spirit