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'Joy in the Morning' quotes
You know, some of these are here only as a result of me being quite immature and silly -- but, damn it, we must laugh at anything we can in these here troubled times!
So this one's an old favorite:
'You are up late, sir.'
'Yes.'
'One could scarcely desire more delightful conditions for a nocturnal ramble.'
'That is your view, is it?'
'It is indeed, sir. I always feel that nothing is so soothing as a walk in a garden at night.'
'Ha!'
'The cool air. The scent of growing things. That is tobacco plant which you can smell, sir.'
'Is it?'
'The stars, sir.'
'Stars?'
'Yes, sir.'
'What about them?'
'I was merely directing your attention to them, sir. Look how the floor of heaven is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold*.'
'Jeeves---'
'There's not the smallest orb which thou beholdest, sir, but in his motion like an angel sings, still quiring to the young-eyed cherubims.'
'Jeeves---'
'Such harmony is in immortal souls. But whilst this muddy vesture of decay doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.'
'Jeeves---'
'Sir?'
'You couldn't possibly switch it off, could you?'
'Certainly, sir, if you wish it.'
'I'm not in the mood.'
'Very good, sir.'
'You know how one isn't, sometimes.'
'Yes, sir. I quite understand.'
And I think it goes hand-in-hand with:
'There can be no love where there is not perfect trust.'
'Who told you that?'
'Jeeves, I think. It sounds like one of his things.'
and:
'Love is indestructible. Its holy flame burneth for ever.'
'Who told you that?'
'Jeeves.'
'He ought to know.'
'He does. You can bank on Jeeves.'
and:
I must say my heart leaped up, as Jeeves tells me his does when he beholds a rainbow in the sky.
*snicker* Damn, Jeeves is soppy in this one! Really, Bertie; he's just Madeline Bassett with a bigger brain...
'She said I was the tree on which the fruit of her life hung.'
'Fine.'
'And apparently it was all a mistake when she told me she never wanted to see or speak to me again in this world or the next. She does. Frequently.'
'Splendid.'
'I clasped her to me, and kissed her madly.'
'I bet you did.'
'Jeeves, who was present, was much affected.'
Jeeves? Affected? That's not normal! I just got this vision of him swooning.
I moistened the lips with the tip of the tongue. I am never at my best tête à tête with the constabulary. They always seem somehow to quell my manly spirit. It may be the helmet that does it, or possibly the boots.
Yeah, I love a man in a uniform too.
He drew in his breath with a sort of whistle.
'Well, if anybody had told me this would happen, I wouldn't have believed it. I would have laughed mockingly. Bertie Wooster let me down? No, no, I would have said -- not Bertie, who was not only at school with me but is at this very moment bursting with my meat.'
This was a nasty one. I wasn't actually bursting with his meat, of course, because there hadn't been such a frightful lot of it, but I saw what it meant.
Tee-hee. Oh, I know, but I just couldn't help myself.
'Yes, sir. Mr. J. Chichester Clam, managing director of the Clam Line.'
'What on earth's a clam line?'
'The shipping line, sir, which, if you remember, is on the eve of being merged with his lordship's Pink Funnel.'
I got it at last.
'You mean the chap Uncle Percy is trying to get together with? The ancient mariner from America?'
'Precisely, sir. Owing to the conflagration at Wee Nooke, it became necessary to think of some other spot where the two gentlemen could meet and discuss their business without fear of interruption.'
'And you chose the potting shed?'
'Yes, sir.'
'God bless you, Jeeves.'
Oh, yeah, he's out in the potting shed merging his shipping line with his lordship's Pink Funnel...if you know what I mean. Incidentally:
I couldn't, offhand, say what Steeple Bumpleigh was saving up for J. Chichester Clam, but obviously he was headed for a sticky evening.
Indeed.
*I once misread this as "thick inlaid with panties of bright gold"
So this one's an old favorite:
'You are up late, sir.'
'Yes.'
'One could scarcely desire more delightful conditions for a nocturnal ramble.'
'That is your view, is it?'
'It is indeed, sir. I always feel that nothing is so soothing as a walk in a garden at night.'
'Ha!'
'The cool air. The scent of growing things. That is tobacco plant which you can smell, sir.'
'Is it?'
'The stars, sir.'
'Stars?'
'Yes, sir.'
'What about them?'
'I was merely directing your attention to them, sir. Look how the floor of heaven is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold*.'
'Jeeves---'
'There's not the smallest orb which thou beholdest, sir, but in his motion like an angel sings, still quiring to the young-eyed cherubims.'
'Jeeves---'
'Such harmony is in immortal souls. But whilst this muddy vesture of decay doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.'
'Jeeves---'
'Sir?'
'You couldn't possibly switch it off, could you?'
'Certainly, sir, if you wish it.'
'I'm not in the mood.'
'Very good, sir.'
'You know how one isn't, sometimes.'
'Yes, sir. I quite understand.'
And I think it goes hand-in-hand with:
'There can be no love where there is not perfect trust.'
'Who told you that?'
'Jeeves, I think. It sounds like one of his things.'
and:
'Love is indestructible. Its holy flame burneth for ever.'
'Who told you that?'
'Jeeves.'
'He ought to know.'
'He does. You can bank on Jeeves.'
and:
I must say my heart leaped up, as Jeeves tells me his does when he beholds a rainbow in the sky.
*snicker* Damn, Jeeves is soppy in this one! Really, Bertie; he's just Madeline Bassett with a bigger brain...
'She said I was the tree on which the fruit of her life hung.'
'Fine.'
'And apparently it was all a mistake when she told me she never wanted to see or speak to me again in this world or the next. She does. Frequently.'
'Splendid.'
'I clasped her to me, and kissed her madly.'
'I bet you did.'
'Jeeves, who was present, was much affected.'
Jeeves? Affected? That's not normal! I just got this vision of him swooning.
I moistened the lips with the tip of the tongue. I am never at my best tête à tête with the constabulary. They always seem somehow to quell my manly spirit. It may be the helmet that does it, or possibly the boots.
Yeah, I love a man in a uniform too.
He drew in his breath with a sort of whistle.
'Well, if anybody had told me this would happen, I wouldn't have believed it. I would have laughed mockingly. Bertie Wooster let me down? No, no, I would have said -- not Bertie, who was not only at school with me but is at this very moment bursting with my meat.'
This was a nasty one. I wasn't actually bursting with his meat, of course, because there hadn't been such a frightful lot of it, but I saw what it meant.
Tee-hee. Oh, I know, but I just couldn't help myself.
'Yes, sir. Mr. J. Chichester Clam, managing director of the Clam Line.'
'What on earth's a clam line?'
'The shipping line, sir, which, if you remember, is on the eve of being merged with his lordship's Pink Funnel.'
I got it at last.
'You mean the chap Uncle Percy is trying to get together with? The ancient mariner from America?'
'Precisely, sir. Owing to the conflagration at Wee Nooke, it became necessary to think of some other spot where the two gentlemen could meet and discuss their business without fear of interruption.'
'And you chose the potting shed?'
'Yes, sir.'
'God bless you, Jeeves.'
Oh, yeah, he's out in the potting shed merging his shipping line with his lordship's Pink Funnel...if you know what I mean. Incidentally:
I couldn't, offhand, say what Steeple Bumpleigh was saving up for J. Chichester Clam, but obviously he was headed for a sticky evening.
Indeed.
*I once misread this as "thick inlaid with panties of bright gold"
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Seriously, what other construction could be put on that passage? Poetry recited in a night-time garden tryst! Plus all the stuff about the scented night air, etc, in the middle of stirring happenings in the plot, vaguely reminds me of the passage in "Jane Eyre" where Jane and Rochester confess their love.
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How anyone can deny the slashiness is beyond me.
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<:3D~
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We can't have people who want to read Wodehouse not being able to read Wodehouse!
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i just about fell off my chair at this one. who knew Bertie was such a size queen?
and the Pink Funnel ::flails madly::
btw, love your icon
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I was already aware of the whole Jeeves-reciting-poetry-to-Bertie-in-a-moonlit-garden-OMGLOVE thing, (how could anyone miss it? XD), but the meat and the Pink Funnel?! *bursts out into insane giggles*
You, my dear woman, are the queen of slashy subtext. XD
I am filled with a sudden urge to marry you and have lots and lots of babies. XD
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'Pink Funnel' indeed!
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"Besides, though I wouldn't care to have Jeeves hear me say so, trousers aren't everything."
"I suppose it's her profile that does it. She has a lovely profile."
"Seen from the left."
"Seen from the right, too."
"Well, yes, in a measure, seen from the right too. But would that account for it? I mean, in these busy days you can't spend your whole time dodging round a girl, trying to see her sideways."
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Anyway...
The stars bit is very suggestive.
And I always wondered about Jeeves being 'Much affected.' I mean, it's not really his sort of thing, being 'Much affected.' Interesting idea for a picture, actually...
Thanks for these!
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*defies corruption* :)
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