
“My private belief, as I think I have mentioned before, is that Jeeves doesn’t have to open doors. He’s like one of those birds in India who bung their astral bodies about—the chaps, I mean, who having gone into thin air in Bombay, reassemble the parts and appear two minutes later in Calcutta. Only some such theory will account for the fact that he’s not there one moment and is there the next. He just seems to float from Spot A to Spot B like some form of gas.” Right Ho, Jeeves, P.G. Wodehouse
Seems fitting that Pelham Grenville Wodehouse would leave the world on Valentine’s Day
Published on February 14, 2013 05:55