Damn. Marmalade-y toast crumbs everywhere

Catching up with some book reviews over breakfast, this caused some unfortunate spattering:

This is a book which it is quite impossible to review. All a man can do is quote, then walk slowly round the room touching the furniture.

Which book? you ask. Here's a clue.

... husband who is portrayed as such a force for good he is virtually an extra-terrestrial being intervening in the affairs of men.

I suppose it may have caused a brief upturn in sick-bag sales before it was remaindered.