Exit stage left, pursued by bear.
Or a Hibari, if you follow my icon.
My library reading list has consisted of nothing but P.G. Wodehouse lately. The latest addition to not leave my hands would be Quick Service, in which the entire plot centers around a portrait which everyone is trying to steal, and hams, which no one wants to go near except the one person selling them.
One of the most distinctive features of P.G. Wodehouse novels is the butler, and the butler in this novel outshines almost everyone else in this book. Take what happens when one of the other characters (a Lord Holbeton in this case) attempts to steal the portrait mentioned earlier.
At this moment, the door flew open and there entered at a brisk pace a gentleman with a battle axe. He advanced upon Lord Holbeton like a Danish warrior of the old school coming ashore from his galley, and the latter, dropping the knife, made an energetic attempt to get through the wall backwards.
Who needs laser sensors and alarms when you can have a butler hefting a battle axe with great enthusiasm at anyone foolhardy enough to enter your abode uninvited? This same butler is also mentioned later to be greatly disappointed when he discovers that the intruder is merely one of the mistress's guests and therefore not on the list to be chopped up into small pieces.
The mistress of the house is not someone even a battleaxe-wielding butler would care to offend either. Wodehouse describes her as looking like a character in Macbeth with the addition of Pekinese, and there is no limit to what she can do when armed liked that. Behold her reaction when told that the butler has locked up her fiance in the coal cellar.
Mrs Chavender had risen, Peke in hand, and seldom in a long career of looking like Mrs Siddons in Macbeth had she looked more like Mrs Siddons in Macbeth than now. It is not given to many people to see an English butler cower, but that is what Chibnall did as her fine eyes scorched their way through him.
"What's that? Have you been shutting my Jimmy in your filthy coal cellar?"
[...] "Er-yes, madam," he said, in a soft, meek voice.
There was an instant when it seemed as if Mrs Chavender would strike him with the Pekinese.
Butlers charging into rooms with battle axes who cower before mistresses hurling Pekinese... What I wouldn't give to watch this novel as a play in the theater.
My library reading list has consisted of nothing but P.G. Wodehouse lately. The latest addition to not leave my hands would be Quick Service, in which the entire plot centers around a portrait which everyone is trying to steal, and hams, which no one wants to go near except the one person selling them.
One of the most distinctive features of P.G. Wodehouse novels is the butler, and the butler in this novel outshines almost everyone else in this book. Take what happens when one of the other characters (a Lord Holbeton in this case) attempts to steal the portrait mentioned earlier.
At this moment, the door flew open and there entered at a brisk pace a gentleman with a battle axe. He advanced upon Lord Holbeton like a Danish warrior of the old school coming ashore from his galley, and the latter, dropping the knife, made an energetic attempt to get through the wall backwards.
Who needs laser sensors and alarms when you can have a butler hefting a battle axe with great enthusiasm at anyone foolhardy enough to enter your abode uninvited? This same butler is also mentioned later to be greatly disappointed when he discovers that the intruder is merely one of the mistress's guests and therefore not on the list to be chopped up into small pieces.
The mistress of the house is not someone even a battleaxe-wielding butler would care to offend either. Wodehouse describes her as looking like a character in Macbeth with the addition of Pekinese, and there is no limit to what she can do when armed liked that. Behold her reaction when told that the butler has locked up her fiance in the coal cellar.
Mrs Chavender had risen, Peke in hand, and seldom in a long career of looking like Mrs Siddons in Macbeth had she looked more like Mrs Siddons in Macbeth than now. It is not given to many people to see an English butler cower, but that is what Chibnall did as her fine eyes scorched their way through him.
"What's that? Have you been shutting my Jimmy in your filthy coal cellar?"
[...] "Er-yes, madam," he said, in a soft, meek voice.
There was an instant when it seemed as if Mrs Chavender would strike him with the Pekinese.
Butlers charging into rooms with battle axes who cower before mistresses hurling Pekinese... What I wouldn't give to watch this novel as a play in the theater.