This time you get to be the nob, tossing off...
http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2008/nov/01/jeeves-condensed
LOL. I don't care how much my feathers were ruffled, that's just funny. (Ok, I mean, maybe it hurts a little, but you have to admit that they all sort of go on like that. IT'S PART OF THEIR CHARM, OK?!?!? ...well, aside from the casual racism, BUT THAT CAN'T BE HELPED!!!) Also, this:
I was used to this kind of rebuff from him, but Bertram Wooster isn't the kind of man to mistake a servant's repressed sexual passion for sartorial authority.
I'm so fucked, linguistics-wise, and yet I still can't bring myself to just do the bally work. I am made of horrible, crushing failure. But I maybe get a fucking banhammer next term, so that kind of makes up for it? In a way?
Blah. Work tomorrow. And pistol! And recitation. And work.
LOL. I don't care how much my feathers were ruffled, that's just funny. (Ok, I mean, maybe it hurts a little, but you have to admit that they all sort of go on like that. IT'S PART OF THEIR CHARM, OK?!?!? ...well, aside from the casual racism, BUT THAT CAN'T BE HELPED!!!) Also, this:
I was used to this kind of rebuff from him, but Bertram Wooster isn't the kind of man to mistake a servant's repressed sexual passion for sartorial authority.
I'm so fucked, linguistics-wise, and yet I still can't bring myself to just do the bally work. I am made of horrible, crushing failure. But I maybe get a fucking banhammer next term, so that kind of makes up for it? In a way?
Blah. Work tomorrow. And pistol! And recitation. And work.