Choice drollery

I thought this tautology was funny:

Admirers of Olds’s poems will find more of them in this, her ninth collection.

(Joel Brouwer in the NYT. Brouwer has a pleasantly deranged poem in the forthcoming McSweeney’s 31.)

It reminds me of a famous tautology that goes something like “This is the sort of thing you’ll like, if you like this sort of thing.” Can’t remember at the moment the exact wording or provenance. Max Beerbohm?? Li’l help here?