"You consider total abstinence a handicap to a gentleman who wishes to make a proposal of marriage, sir?" The question amazed me. "Why, dash it," I said, astounded, "you must know it is. Use your intelligence, Jeeves. Reflect what proposing means. It means that a decent, self–respecting chap has got to listen to himself saying things which, if spoken on the silver screen, would cause him to dash to the box–office and demand his money back. Let him attempt to do it on orange juice, and what ensues? Shame seals his lips, or, if it doesn't do that, makes him lose his morale and start to babble.
