By Evelyn Waugh. England's wittiest novelist sets a new standard for comic extravaganza. This novel reads as though it had been formed with a slapstick but given its final shaping with a lancet. The style is a delight.
Newspapers have fabulous names- the Brute, the Beast.
This bullying has sound theory behind it. Every time you are polite to a proletarian, Pappenhacker believes, you help bolster up the capitalist system. Beautiful Mrs. Stitch drives her small, shiny black car over the pavements passing London's traffic jams, sometimes making blocks at a time before here number is taken and she is ordered back into the street. Still in her automobile she pursues a man she takes for an acquaintance into the gentleman's lavatory in Sloane Street and finds it a case of mistaken identity. The Pension Dressler stood in a side street and had, at first glance, the air rather of a farm than of a hotel.