P.G. Wodehouse (1881-1975), Heavy Weather
, chapter 7:
'Ah, but you see, I'm his secretary.'
'Why should the fact that you're your uncle's secretary—?'
'Not my uncle's. Old Emsworth's. Pronouns are the devil, aren't they? You start saying "he" and "his" and are breezing gaily along, and you suddenly find you've got everything all mixed up. That's Life, too, if you look at it in the right way.'
Id., chapter 11:
'It seemed out of the question that he could effect an escape—I am speaking of the fellow, not of Pirbright—and you may imagine his astonishment, therefore—I am speaking of Pirbright, not of the fellow—when, on returning, he discovered that that is just what had occurred. The door of the shed was open, and he—I am once more speaking of the fellow—was gone.'