Ann, I am totally fascinated by this magnificent sentence.
Oh, Darling, I thought everybody knew - she's Harry Preggers, and not a notion of who's the Daddy.
It reminds me of some novelist. Who, who, who? An Englishwoman. Who has that kind of dialogue. Might it be Muriel Spark?
Or it might be a man. Oh, what is his name? Henry Green. Party- Going, etc.
Had it been poetry, I'd say Stevie Smith. But she wrote prose too, didn't she.
Oh, who?
(Sorry, amusing fellows, just ignore this post.)
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