The phone rings. The man who answers is lower middle-aged with a lower middle paunch. He looks something like a nearsighted kipper.
"Ell-ow," he says in pure cockney.
"Is Peter Sellers there?"
" 'E aynt eer. Ooze callin'?"
Peter Sellers is there, of course, at his flat in London, and he is on the line. Contentedly he clicks down the phone. Shy men like Sellers hate to talk to friends, let alone strangers. Sellers is the world's best mimic, equipped with an enormous range of accents, inflections and dialects—including five kinds of cockney, Mayfair...
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