Old boy," said Grimes, "you're in love."
"Nonsense!"
"Smitten?" said Grimes.
"No, no."
"The tender passion?"
"No."
"Cupid's jolly little darts?"
"No."
"Spring fancies, love's young dream?"
"Nonsense!"
"Not even a quickening of the pulse?"
"No."
"A sweet despair?"
"Certainly not."
"A trembling hope?"
"No."
"A frisson? a Je ne sais quoi?"
"Nothing of the sort."
"Liar!" said Grimes.

Author: Evelyn Waugh

Old boy," said Grimes, "you're in love."<br />"Nonsense!"<br />"Smitten?" said Grimes.<br />"No, no."<br />"The tender passion?"<br />"No."<br />"Cupid's jolly little darts?"<br />"No."<br />"Spring fancies, love's young dream?"<br />"Nonsense!"<br />"Not even a quickening of the pulse?"<br />"No."<br />"A sweet despair?"<br />"Certainly not."<br />"A trembling hope?"<br />"No."<br />"A <i>frisson</i>? a <i>Je ne sais quoi</i>?"<br />"Nothing of the sort."<br />"Liar!" said Grimes. - Evelyn Waugh



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