"'Shaving the upper lip,' I remarked, 'is a curse which canaries and women have been spared.' [The canary] cocked its ear. 'Except, of course, certain aunts,' I added, evoking a squawk of alarm from the feathered f.
'On the other hand,' I mused, fondling the bare ruined choir where once the sweet-briar sprang, 'you and they will never know the bliss of being freshly shaven.'"
Bonfiglioli, Kyril. The Great Mortdecai Moustache Mystery (1999). (St.Ives: Clays Ltd, 2002), pp.173
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