The Code of the Woosters

by P.G. Wodehouse

The more I thought of what lay before me at these bally

banns,

riposting

‘Abou ben Adhem,

Tout comprendre, c’est tout pardonner about sums it up.’

‘If the Infants’ Bible Class should hear of this!’ he said, shuddering strongly. I saw what he meant. A man in his position has to watch his step. What people expect from a curate is a zealous performance of his parochial duties. They like to think of him as a chap who preaches about Hivites, Jebusites and what not, speaks the word in season to the backslider, conveys soup and blankets to the deserving bed-ridden and all that sort of thing. When they find him dehelmeting policemen, they look at one another with the raised eyebrow of censure, and ask themselves if he is quite the right man for the job. That was what was bothering Stinker and preventing him being the old effervescent curate whose jolly laugh had made the last School Treat go with such a bang.

nonettes de poulet Agnes Sorel?’

‘And that the way I eat asparagus alters one’s whole conception of Man as Nature’s last word.’

Velouté aux fleurs de courgette?’

Le Diner Caviar Frais Cantaloup Consommé aux Pommes d’Amour Sylphides à la crème d’Écrevisses Mignonette de poulet petit Duc Points d’asperges à la Mistinguette Suprême de fois gras au champagne Neige aux Perles des Alpes Timbale de ris de veau Toulousaine Salade d’endive et de céleri Le Plum Pudding L’Étoile au Berger Bénédictins Blancs Bombe Néro Friandises Diablotins Fruits

“The year’s at the Spring, the day’s at the

“The lark’s on the wing, the snail’s on

‘Now you’re talking. And the tab line?’ ‘“God’s in His heaven, all’s right with the world.”’