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I don’t know why, but somehow I had got it into my head that the first thing thrown at Tuppy would be a potato. One gets these fancies. It was, however, as a matter of fact, a banana, and I saw in an instant that the choice had been made by wiser heads than mine. These blokes who have grown up from childhood in the knowledge of how to treat a dramatic entertainment that doesn’t please them are aware by a sort of instinct just what to do for the best, and the moment I saw the banana splash on Tuppy’s shirt-front I realized how infinitely more effective and artistic it was than any potato could have been.

- P.G. Wodehouse, Jeeves and the Song of songs, 1929.