Murder Must Advertise (Lord Peter Wimsey, #10)

by Dorothy L. Sayers

“You don’t need an argument for buying butter. It’s a natural, human instinct.”

“This place is run like a Government office,” went on Ingleby. “Hustle’s not wanted and initiative and curiosity are politely shown the door.”

We undermine ’em with one hand and build ’em with the other. The vitamins we destroy in the canning, we restore in Revito, the roughage we remove from Peabody’s Piper Parritch we make up into a package and market as Bunbury’s Breakfast Bran; the stomachs we ruin with Pompayne, we re-line with Peplets to aid digestion. And by forcing the damn-fool public to pay twice over—once to have its food emasculated and once to have the vitality put back again, we keep the wheels of commerce turning and give employment to thousands—including you and me.”

And by forcing the damn-fool public to pay twice over—once to have its food emasculated and once to have the vitality put back again, we keep the wheels of commerce turning and give employment to thousands—including you and me.”

Filled with sausages and contentment,

Everybody suspects an eager desire to curry favour, but rudeness, for some reason, is always accepted as a guarantee of good faith.