The Inimitable Jeeves

by P.G. Wodehouse

If there’s one thing I like, it’s a quiet life. I’m not one of those fellows who get all restless and depressed if things aren’t happening to them all the time. You can’t make it too placid for me. Give me regular meals, a good show with decent music every now and then, and one or two pals to totter round with, and I ask no more.

“Failed to win! Why, he was so far behind that he nearly came in first in the next race.”

As I sat in the old flat one night trying to muster up energy enough to go to bed,