A cheerful man
"That gray, threatening sky had turned black by now. It was a swollen mass of inky clouds, heavy with the thunder, lightening, and rain which so often come in the course of an English summer to remind the island race that they are hardy Nordics and must not be allowed to get thier fibre all sapped up by eternal sunshine like the less favoured dwellers in more southerly climes."
P.G. Wodehouse, Fish Preferred
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