sent them to a boy whom I hated intimately
Wodehouse of the day: Brinkley Manor, and it occurs to me that the ending is a perfect set-up for a spot of Jeeves/Wooster h/c. Or just c, really, since the h has already been administered."Will that be all, sir?"
"Yes, Jeeves." I shifted in the bed, and could not suppress a pained grimace. Several hours on a bicycle that could have taken its place among the torture implements of the Spanish Inquisition with no questions asked had left their mark, as it were, on the Wooster posterior.
Despite my dismissal, Jeeves still hovered by the bedside, and I could detect a faint air of concern under his respectful demeanor, presumably in response to the p.g. "Perhaps, sir, you would like another pillow."
"It's not my head that's troubling me," I pointed out, perhaps a tad more sharply than is my wont. "No, Jeeves, unless you have a magic pick-me-up for the regions currently afflicted, push off and leave me to my bed of pain."
Nevertheless, he continued to hover. "I should like to try to ameliorate your suffering, sir. If I may?"
"Yes, but dash it, Jeeves - oh. Oh!" I spat out the mouthful of pillowcase that I had unexpectedly bitten. "Well. Carry on, Jeeves."
Also, Bertie Wooster and Peter Wimsey must have been at Eton and Oxford together. Or, well, when I say must, what I mean is that one can make a pretty good case for it. PW's dates are relatively firmly fixed, as these things go; he was quite definitely born in 1890 and then progressed on his merry way. Bertie is a bit of a loose cannon as far as dates go (loose canon, ha ha), but the first Jeeves-and-Wooster story is from 1916, which must be regarded as the starting date of Bertie's existence as the gay young man about town we know and love. He's probably a couple of years older than PW, but on the other hand, he ages much more slowly...
It's intriguing to ponder what Bertie would have made of Wimsey the boy, not to mention Wimsey of Balliol, and to speculate that Peter Wimsey might well have based his piffle-and-persiflage, idiot aristocrat persona on Bertie. I can see Bertie defending PW to his friends, because "he's quite a decent chap, really, when you get to know him. A little too prone, when excited, to fling around obscure quotations from those long-dead writers and poets that the rest of us managed to forget as soon as humanly possible, but a jolly good cricketer, and a soundish sort of egg, when approached the right way."
also, they both like to drive fast in spiffy open cars. mfeo! hee.
Also, omg, Saki. Bertie and Reginald could commiserate with each other on their Aunt Agathas. (Aunts Agatha?)
"Yes, Jeeves." I shifted in the bed, and could not suppress a pained grimace. Several hours on a bicycle that could have taken its place among the torture implements of the Spanish Inquisition with no questions asked had left their mark, as it were, on the Wooster posterior.
Despite my dismissal, Jeeves still hovered by the bedside, and I could detect a faint air of concern under his respectful demeanor, presumably in response to the p.g. "Perhaps, sir, you would like another pillow."
"It's not my head that's troubling me," I pointed out, perhaps a tad more sharply than is my wont. "No, Jeeves, unless you have a magic pick-me-up for the regions currently afflicted, push off and leave me to my bed of pain."
Nevertheless, he continued to hover. "I should like to try to ameliorate your suffering, sir. If I may?"
"Yes, but dash it, Jeeves - oh. Oh!" I spat out the mouthful of pillowcase that I had unexpectedly bitten. "Well. Carry on, Jeeves."
Also, Bertie Wooster and Peter Wimsey must have been at Eton and Oxford together. Or, well, when I say must, what I mean is that one can make a pretty good case for it. PW's dates are relatively firmly fixed, as these things go; he was quite definitely born in 1890 and then progressed on his merry way. Bertie is a bit of a loose cannon as far as dates go (loose canon, ha ha), but the first Jeeves-and-Wooster story is from 1916, which must be regarded as the starting date of Bertie's existence as the gay young man about town we know and love. He's probably a couple of years older than PW, but on the other hand, he ages much more slowly...
It's intriguing to ponder what Bertie would have made of Wimsey the boy, not to mention Wimsey of Balliol, and to speculate that Peter Wimsey might well have based his piffle-and-persiflage, idiot aristocrat persona on Bertie. I can see Bertie defending PW to his friends, because "he's quite a decent chap, really, when you get to know him. A little too prone, when excited, to fling around obscure quotations from those long-dead writers and poets that the rest of us managed to forget as soon as humanly possible, but a jolly good cricketer, and a soundish sort of egg, when approached the right way."
also, they both like to drive fast in spiffy open cars. mfeo! hee.
Also, omg, Saki. Bertie and Reginald could commiserate with each other on their Aunt Agathas. (Aunts Agatha?)