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Ginger and Bertie
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erynn999.livejournal.comSo. Doing. Each. Other.
This, from "Jeeves and the Tie That Binds," regarding Ginger and Bertie before Jeeves came into Bertie's life:
Chapter 2, Aunt Dahlia calls Bertie. She notes that Ginger is visiting.
"Know him?" I said. "You bet I know him. We were like... Jeeves!"
"Sir?"
"Who were those two fellows?"
"Sir?"
"Greek, if I remember correctly. Always mentioned when the subject of bosom pals comes up."
"Would you be referring to Damon and Pythias, sir?"
"That's right. We were like Damon and Pythias, old ancestor."
Chapter 3, Bertie describes meeting Ginger. They had adjacent rooms at Oxford, and it sounds like it was lust at first sight.
Our rooms at Oxford had been adjacent, and it would not be too much to say that from the moment he looked in to borrow a siphon of soda water we became more like brothers than anything, and this state of things had continued after we had both left the seat of learning.
Bertie mentions that Ginger got himself a girlfriend and moved out to Steeple Bumpleigh, Aunt Agatha's abode, and he wasn't going to cross the border there for anything.
But I had missed him sorely. Oh, for the touch of a vanished hand is how you might put it.
One might assume that Bertie and Ginger's affair had continued after they left school, and only ended when Ginger left for Steeple Bumpleigh, before Jeeves came along. A couple of pages later, Bertie sings Ginger's physical praises.
A cloud passed over his face, which, I ought to have mentioned earlier, was well worth looking at, the eyes clear, the cheeks tanned, the chin firm, the hair ginger and the nose shapely. It topped off, moreover, a body which also repaid inspection, being muscular and well knit. His general aspect, as a matter of fact, was rather like that presented by Esmond Haddock, the squire of Deverill Hall, where Jeeves's Uncle Charlie Silversmith drew his monthly envelope. He had the same poetic look, as if at any moment about to rhyme June with moon, yet gave the impression, as Esmond did, of being able, if he cared to, to fell an ox with a single blow. I don't know if he had ever actually done this, for one so seldom meets an ox, but in his undergraduate days he had felled people right and left, having represented the University in the ring as a heavyweight for a matter of three years. He may have included oxen among his victims.
So, yeah, they were obviously So Doing Each Other. Practically canon.
This, from "Jeeves and the Tie That Binds," regarding Ginger and Bertie before Jeeves came into Bertie's life:
Chapter 2, Aunt Dahlia calls Bertie. She notes that Ginger is visiting.
"Know him?" I said. "You bet I know him. We were like... Jeeves!"
"Sir?"
"Who were those two fellows?"
"Sir?"
"Greek, if I remember correctly. Always mentioned when the subject of bosom pals comes up."
"Would you be referring to Damon and Pythias, sir?"
"That's right. We were like Damon and Pythias, old ancestor."
Chapter 3, Bertie describes meeting Ginger. They had adjacent rooms at Oxford, and it sounds like it was lust at first sight.
Our rooms at Oxford had been adjacent, and it would not be too much to say that from the moment he looked in to borrow a siphon of soda water we became more like brothers than anything, and this state of things had continued after we had both left the seat of learning.
Bertie mentions that Ginger got himself a girlfriend and moved out to Steeple Bumpleigh, Aunt Agatha's abode, and he wasn't going to cross the border there for anything.
But I had missed him sorely. Oh, for the touch of a vanished hand is how you might put it.
One might assume that Bertie and Ginger's affair had continued after they left school, and only ended when Ginger left for Steeple Bumpleigh, before Jeeves came along. A couple of pages later, Bertie sings Ginger's physical praises.
A cloud passed over his face, which, I ought to have mentioned earlier, was well worth looking at, the eyes clear, the cheeks tanned, the chin firm, the hair ginger and the nose shapely. It topped off, moreover, a body which also repaid inspection, being muscular and well knit. His general aspect, as a matter of fact, was rather like that presented by Esmond Haddock, the squire of Deverill Hall, where Jeeves's Uncle Charlie Silversmith drew his monthly envelope. He had the same poetic look, as if at any moment about to rhyme June with moon, yet gave the impression, as Esmond did, of being able, if he cared to, to fell an ox with a single blow. I don't know if he had ever actually done this, for one so seldom meets an ox, but in his undergraduate days he had felled people right and left, having represented the University in the ring as a heavyweight for a matter of three years. He may have included oxen among his victims.
So, yeah, they were obviously So Doing Each Other. Practically canon.
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