Turns out I did bother to write down one of the slashy bits from a Jeeves book...mostly because I was so mindboggled I had to share it with someone to see if I was going insane.
They are visiting Steeple Bumpleigh, and Bertie has just unexpectedly run into Jeeves in the garden in the middle of the night.
"One could scarecly 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 cherubins."
"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."
--Joy in the Morning, Chapter Fourteen
Laying it on a bit thick, are we, Jeeves?
They are visiting Steeple Bumpleigh, and Bertie has just unexpectedly run into Jeeves in the garden in the middle of the night.
"One could scarecly 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 cherubins."
"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."
--Joy in the Morning, Chapter Fourteen
Laying it on a bit thick, are we, Jeeves?
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Date: 2004-08-13 05:26 pm (UTC):-D!
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Date: 2004-08-13 07:49 pm (UTC)I haven't read Joy in the Morning or Jeeves in the Morning or whatever they're calling it these days....Maybe that should be my next one.
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Date: 2004-08-13 08:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-14 02:06 am (UTC)