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indeedsir_backupAfter mentioning the slashy annotations in my copy of "Life With Jeeves" I was inundated with requests to share said s. a. with the coves here at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
indeedsir. As sir wishes.
The s. a. range from the occasional exclamation point to pithy comments usually no longer than a few words. The annotational format will be presented as the passage in plain type and the s. a. in italics following the p. i. p. t. with each section set off with three asterisks for your edification and amusement.
On to the annotations!
"In my opinion, sir, the most judicious course for Mr. Little to pursue would be to concentrate on the young gentleman."
"The small brother? How do you mean?"
"Make a friend of him, sir -- take him for walks and so forth."
!
***
"I am glad you have arrived so early. I want to have a word with you before you meet Mr. Filmer."
"Who?"
"Mr. Filmer, the Cabinet Minister. He is staying in the house. Surely even you must have heard of Mr. Filmer."
"Oh, rather," I said, though as a matter of fact the bird was completely unknown to me. What with one thing and another, I'm not frightfully up in the personnel of the political world.
because he's dim
***
"Rosie is the dearest girl in the world; but if you were a married man, Bertie, you would be aware that the best of wives is apt to cut up rough if she finds that her husband has dropped six weeks' housekeeping money on a single race. Isn't that so, Jeeves?"
"Yes, sir. Women are odd in that respect."
J/W?!
***
I swallowed a chunk of cotelette-supreme-aux-choux-fleurs and slipped her the distressing info.
wtf?
***
"I'm frightfully sorry, Aunt Dahlia," I said, "but I shan't be able to come."
impotent, Bertie?
***
I didn't like the way she put it, but I admit I was stunned by her penetration,
heh
***
"A Miss Pendlebury. Christian name Gwladys. She spells it with a 'w'."
"With a 'g', you mean."
"With a 'w' and a 'g'."
er, have I completely missed something?
*n.b. the name is Welsh and would essentially be pronounced Gladys. The w would be more or less silent*
***
"And swings a jolly fine brush, let me tell you. She's painted a portrait of me. Jeeves and I hung it up in the flat this morning. I have an idea Jeeves doesn't like it."
because he's jealous
"Well, if he's anything like you, I don't see why he should."
why?
***
"It would be madness to leave the metrop. at this juncture," I sad. "You know what girls are. They forget the absent face. And I'm not at all easy in my mind about a certain cove of the name Lucius Pim. Apart from the fact that he's an artist, too, which forms a bond, his hair waves. One must never discount wavy hair, Aunt Dahlia. Moreover, this bloke is one of those strong, masterful men.
... it sounds like he
He treats Gwladys as if she were less than the dust beneath his taxi wheels. He criticizes her hats and says nasty things about her chiaroscuro. For some reason, I've often noticed, this always seems to fascinate girls, and it has sometimes occurred to me that, being myself the more parfait gentle knight, if you know what I mean, I am in grave danger of getting the short end."
why would you ever dump Bertie? he's so sweet!
***
"Well, I'm prepared to make a small bet with you, Bertie. Jeeves will stop this match."
thus proving that J is a manipulative jerk, but a nice one
***
I have noticed him on liners, when we were going to America, striding the deck with a sailorly roll and giving the distinct impression of being just about to heave the main-brace or splice the binnacle.
...that's kinda cute
***
"Well, in my opinion, sir, Miss Pendlebury has given you a somewhat too hungry expression."
"Hungry?"
"A little like that of a dog regarding a distant bone, sir."
bwah. no wonder J is freaked
***
"I'm glad you grasp the point so readily, Wooster. You are not the fool people take you for."
"Who takes me for a fool?"
The Pim raised his eyebrows slightly.
that's rude! bitch-slap him, Bertie!
***
"It does! I've wished all along I was going on that cruise."
"I, too, sir. It should be extremely pleasant."
"The tang of the salt breezes, Jeeves!"
"Yes, sir."
The moonlight on the water!"
"Precisely, sir."
"The gentle heaving of the waves!"
"Exactly, sir."
...should that sound as suggestive as it does?
***
"Yo-ho-ho, Jeeves!" I said, giving the trousers a bit of a hitch.
*clues*
***
"Besides, you remember what happened last time I got into a girls' school."
they loved him, didn't they?
***
Jeeves was behind me, and I couldn't see him, but at these words I felt his eye slap warningly against the back of my neck.
god, J is paranoid
***
The man's tone was cold and soupy: and, scanning his face, I observed on it an 'If-you-would-only-be-guided-by-me' expression which annoyed me intensely. There are moments when Jeeves looks just like an aunt.
as opposed to his normal "mother"
***
Small girls as a rule, I have noticed, are inclined, when confronted with me, to giggle a good deal. They snigger and they stare.
because they think he's adorable?
***
She strolled off, and after following her with burning eyes for a moment, I returned to Jeeves, who was in the background showing the kid Clementina how to make a rabbit with a pocket handkerchief.
that's sweet! maybe he's not a sociopath
***
At school, when we used to do essays and English composition, my report generally read 'Has little or no ability, but does his best'.
that's awful! he writes these stories, doesn't he?
***
There is a ghastly moment in the year, generally about the beginning of August, when Jeeves insists on taking a holiday, the slacker, and legs it off to a seaside resort for a couple of weeks.
slacker?!
***
"So, no chez Sippy for me. Was that the front-door bell ringing?"
"Yes, sir."
"Somebody stands without."
"Yes, sir."
"Better go and see who it is."
"Yes, sir."
He oozed off, to return a moment later bearing a telegram. I opened it and a soft smile played about the lips.
why does J keep smiling? weirdness
***
"Then send for him at once! What earthly use are you without Jeeves, you poor ditherer?"
gosh. cruel much?
***
"Well, young Thos," I said. "So there you are. You're getting as fat as a pig."
no wonder. whole fam. is rude
***
"What a priceless ass you'll look!" I said, but without much hope. And I laughed heartily.
"I expect I shall,' he said, and laughed still more heartily.
"Mortar-boards!"
"Ha-ha!"
"Pink tassels!"
"Ha-ha!"
I gave the thing up.
Lt. George! or Prince. Blackadder, anyway
***
Many men in his position, summoned back by telegram in the middle of their annual vacation, might have cut up a bit rough. But not Jeeves. On the following afternoon in he blew, looking bronzed and fit
Bertie describes. telling.
***
"Thank you very much, sir, but I have already hit upon a plan which should, I fancy, prove effective."
I gazed at the man with some awe.
"Already?"
"Yes, sir."
what -- are sociopaths generally good analysts? J got it down
***
"The collar and evening underwear all in order?"
"Yes, sir."
...just realized J sets out underwear. hee
***
"Nor I, Jeeves. At teh age of fourteen I once wrote to Marie Lloyd for her autograph, but apart from taht my private life could bear the strictest investigation."
unless he was sleeping w/Bingo
***
"You mean, you want to study the psychology of the individual and what not?"
they should call this book 'the psychology of the individual, consid. how often it's used
***
"What did he do?"
"Oh, he ate the mixture. It was the only course. But he said he could still taste it sometimes, even now."
eww! but, hee
***
Then I suddenly perceived that he was wearing a sort of horrible simper, and I confess it chilled the blood to no little extent. Uncle George, with a face in repose, is hard enough on the eye. Simpering, he goes right above the odds.
beuch. he sounds like my uncle
***
"I have no preference in the matter, sir. It is simply that the poet Burns--"
"Never mind about the poet Burns."
"No, sir."
"Forget the poet Burns."
"Very good, sir."
"Expunge the poet Burns from your mind."
"I will do so immediately, sir."
and here we get the sneaking suspicion that J thinks B's rather stupid
***
"Then there is but one policy to pursue. Let me ring for Jeeves and ask his advice."
Aunt Agatha stiffened visibly. Very much the grande dame of the old regime.
"Are you seriously suggesting that we should discuss this intimate family matter with your manservant?"
"Absolutely. Jeeves will find the way."
"I have always known that you were an imbecile, Bertie," said the flesh-and-blood, now down at about three degrees Fahrenheit, "but I did suppose that you had some proper feeling, some pride, some respect for your position."
there isn't really a divis. of class in B's house, is there?
***
"If it is not troubling you too much, Bertie, I should be greatly obliged if you would stop drivelling."
fuck off, auntie
***
Nobody is fonder of a bit of fun than myself, and I am all for Bohemian comaraderie and making a party go, and all that.
Bohemian, US used to describe homosexuality
***
"Yes, sir," replied thehonest fellow, for there are no secrets between us.
exc. for the fact that Jeeves loves him
***
"Good! I am rather pinning my faith on the Luminous Rabbit, Jeeves. I hear excellent reports of it on all sides. You wind it up and put itin somebody's room in the night watches, and it shines in the dark and jumps about, making odd, squeaking noises the while. The whole performance being, I should imagine, well calculated to scare young Tuppy into a decline."
...that's hysterical, but sad
***
"No, Jeeves, there is only one man who must do that. It is you. If ever anyone earned a refreshing snort, you are he. Pour it out, Jeeves, and shove it down."
"Thank you very much, sir."
"Cheerio, Jeeves!"
"Cheerio, sir, if I may use the expression."
aww, that's sweet. Bertie solved the problem? gosh
***
And it was while I was at teh flat, towelling the torso after a much-needed rinse, that Jeeves, as we chatted of this and that -- picking up the threads, as it were -- suddenly brought the name of Gussie Fink-Nottle into the conversation.
gah! shirtless!B + J
***
"Well, I'm blowed."
heh, sure you were, Bertie
***
"You don't mean he's in love?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well, I'm dashed. I'm really dashed. I positively am dashed, Jeeves."
'cause he assumed G was gay
***
"You can either shut yourself up in a country house and stare into tanks, or you can be a dasher with the sex. You can't do both."
"No, sir."
Bertie does neither
***
It was not her beauty, mark you, that numbed me. She was a pretty enough girl in a droopy, blonde, saucer-eyed way, but not the sort of breath-taker that takes the breath.
aaw! redundant!b is cute
***
"Oh, Gussie's coming, is he? Well, give him my love."
exclamation point!
***
And scarcely had I opened the door when I heard voices in the sitting-room, and scarcely had I entered the sitting-room when I found these proceeded from Jeeves and what appeared at first sight to be the Devil.
thus proving Jeeves really is evil
***
"But if you were a male newt, Madeline Bassett wouldn't look at you. Not with the eye of love, I mean."
"She would if she were a female newt."
"But she isn't a female newt."
"No, but suppose she was?"
ten bucks that GFN attempts newt-love with MB
***
I turned on the pillow with a little moan, and at this juncture Jeeves entered...
OMG
***
"Right ho, then. Switch on the bath."
"Very good, sir."
and there the scene ends, because the following J/B bath was too explicitly shocking for the time. *accompanying illustration of squeaking rubber duckie*
**
I meditated pretty freely as I drove down to Brinkley in the old two-seater that afternoon. The news of this rift or arpeture of Angela's and Tuppy's had disturbed me greatly.
ever notice how B uses 'rift' to describe lover's spats and the same term when J and he are at odds?
***
"I emphatically do. Jeeves is hopeless."
"What?"
"Quite hopeless. He has lost his grip completely."
i totally just got a vision of J freaking :)
***
"Wearing the mask, no doubt. Jeeves does that when I assert my authority."
...he's drawing parallels between J/B + T/A?
***
"Well, Jeeves got off a good one the other day. I met him airing the dog in the park one evening, and he said 'Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, sir, and all the air a solemn stillness holds.' You might use that."
i love that he uses something J said to him as a romantic advance
***
"Here, Jeeves, more direct methods are required. In handling the case of Augustus Fink-Nottle, we must keep always in mind that we are dealing with a poop."
"A sensitive plant would, perhaps, be a kinder expression, sir."
bwah! OMG J is using B's expressions
***
A few moments later, after a wary passage of the stairs, I was in my room. And the first thing I saw there was Jeeves, fooling about with trousers.
*n.b. fooling about with trousers underlined*
***
"Is one to have no privacy, Glossop?" I said coldly. "I instructed Jeeves to lock the door because I was about to disrobe."
thus proving that B really does get dressed by J
***
"That is to say, sometime after midnight."
"Yes, sir."
"Right ho, then. At 12:30 on the dot, I will bong."
as opposed to bang?
***
But there is one thing I have never failed to hand the man. He is magnetic. There is about him something that seems to soothe and hypnotize.
*n.b. star with exclamation point*
***
For this figure before me was wearing a simple tweed dress and had employed my first name in its remarks. And Jeeves, whatever his moral defects, would never go about in skirts calling me Bertie.
no, he'd wear the skirts and call him 'sir'
***
Thus endeth the commentary. Amen.
indeedsir. As sir wishes.The s. a. range from the occasional exclamation point to pithy comments usually no longer than a few words. The annotational format will be presented as the passage in plain type and the s. a. in italics following the p. i. p. t. with each section set off with three asterisks for your edification and amusement.
On to the annotations!
"In my opinion, sir, the most judicious course for Mr. Little to pursue would be to concentrate on the young gentleman."
"The small brother? How do you mean?"
"Make a friend of him, sir -- take him for walks and so forth."
!
***
"I am glad you have arrived so early. I want to have a word with you before you meet Mr. Filmer."
"Who?"
"Mr. Filmer, the Cabinet Minister. He is staying in the house. Surely even you must have heard of Mr. Filmer."
"Oh, rather," I said, though as a matter of fact the bird was completely unknown to me. What with one thing and another, I'm not frightfully up in the personnel of the political world.
because he's dim
***
"Rosie is the dearest girl in the world; but if you were a married man, Bertie, you would be aware that the best of wives is apt to cut up rough if she finds that her husband has dropped six weeks' housekeeping money on a single race. Isn't that so, Jeeves?"
"Yes, sir. Women are odd in that respect."
J/W?!
***
I swallowed a chunk of cotelette-supreme-aux-choux-fleurs and slipped her the distressing info.
wtf?
***
"I'm frightfully sorry, Aunt Dahlia," I said, "but I shan't be able to come."
impotent, Bertie?
***
I didn't like the way she put it, but I admit I was stunned by her penetration,
heh
***
"A Miss Pendlebury. Christian name Gwladys. She spells it with a 'w'."
"With a 'g', you mean."
"With a 'w' and a 'g'."
er, have I completely missed something?
*n.b. the name is Welsh and would essentially be pronounced Gladys. The w would be more or less silent*
***
"And swings a jolly fine brush, let me tell you. She's painted a portrait of me. Jeeves and I hung it up in the flat this morning. I have an idea Jeeves doesn't like it."
because he's jealous
"Well, if he's anything like you, I don't see why he should."
why?
***
"It would be madness to leave the metrop. at this juncture," I sad. "You know what girls are. They forget the absent face. And I'm not at all easy in my mind about a certain cove of the name Lucius Pim. Apart from the fact that he's an artist, too, which forms a bond, his hair waves. One must never discount wavy hair, Aunt Dahlia. Moreover, this bloke is one of those strong, masterful men.
... it sounds like he
He treats Gwladys as if she were less than the dust beneath his taxi wheels. He criticizes her hats and says nasty things about her chiaroscuro. For some reason, I've often noticed, this always seems to fascinate girls, and it has sometimes occurred to me that, being myself the more parfait gentle knight, if you know what I mean, I am in grave danger of getting the short end."
why would you ever dump Bertie? he's so sweet!
***
"Well, I'm prepared to make a small bet with you, Bertie. Jeeves will stop this match."
thus proving that J is a manipulative jerk, but a nice one
***
I have noticed him on liners, when we were going to America, striding the deck with a sailorly roll and giving the distinct impression of being just about to heave the main-brace or splice the binnacle.
...that's kinda cute
***
"Well, in my opinion, sir, Miss Pendlebury has given you a somewhat too hungry expression."
"Hungry?"
"A little like that of a dog regarding a distant bone, sir."
bwah. no wonder J is freaked
***
"I'm glad you grasp the point so readily, Wooster. You are not the fool people take you for."
"Who takes me for a fool?"
The Pim raised his eyebrows slightly.
that's rude! bitch-slap him, Bertie!
***
"It does! I've wished all along I was going on that cruise."
"I, too, sir. It should be extremely pleasant."
"The tang of the salt breezes, Jeeves!"
"Yes, sir."
The moonlight on the water!"
"Precisely, sir."
"The gentle heaving of the waves!"
"Exactly, sir."
...should that sound as suggestive as it does?
***
"Yo-ho-ho, Jeeves!" I said, giving the trousers a bit of a hitch.
*clues*
***
"Besides, you remember what happened last time I got into a girls' school."
they loved him, didn't they?
***
Jeeves was behind me, and I couldn't see him, but at these words I felt his eye slap warningly against the back of my neck.
god, J is paranoid
***
The man's tone was cold and soupy: and, scanning his face, I observed on it an 'If-you-would-only-be-guided-by-me' expression which annoyed me intensely. There are moments when Jeeves looks just like an aunt.
as opposed to his normal "mother"
***
Small girls as a rule, I have noticed, are inclined, when confronted with me, to giggle a good deal. They snigger and they stare.
because they think he's adorable?
***
She strolled off, and after following her with burning eyes for a moment, I returned to Jeeves, who was in the background showing the kid Clementina how to make a rabbit with a pocket handkerchief.
that's sweet! maybe he's not a sociopath
***
At school, when we used to do essays and English composition, my report generally read 'Has little or no ability, but does his best'.
that's awful! he writes these stories, doesn't he?
***
There is a ghastly moment in the year, generally about the beginning of August, when Jeeves insists on taking a holiday, the slacker, and legs it off to a seaside resort for a couple of weeks.
slacker?!
***
"So, no chez Sippy for me. Was that the front-door bell ringing?"
"Yes, sir."
"Somebody stands without."
"Yes, sir."
"Better go and see who it is."
"Yes, sir."
He oozed off, to return a moment later bearing a telegram. I opened it and a soft smile played about the lips.
why does J keep smiling? weirdness
***
"Then send for him at once! What earthly use are you without Jeeves, you poor ditherer?"
gosh. cruel much?
***
"Well, young Thos," I said. "So there you are. You're getting as fat as a pig."
no wonder. whole fam. is rude
***
"What a priceless ass you'll look!" I said, but without much hope. And I laughed heartily.
"I expect I shall,' he said, and laughed still more heartily.
"Mortar-boards!"
"Ha-ha!"
"Pink tassels!"
"Ha-ha!"
I gave the thing up.
Lt. George! or Prince. Blackadder, anyway
***
Many men in his position, summoned back by telegram in the middle of their annual vacation, might have cut up a bit rough. But not Jeeves. On the following afternoon in he blew, looking bronzed and fit
Bertie describes. telling.
***
"Thank you very much, sir, but I have already hit upon a plan which should, I fancy, prove effective."
I gazed at the man with some awe.
"Already?"
"Yes, sir."
what -- are sociopaths generally good analysts? J got it down
***
"The collar and evening underwear all in order?"
"Yes, sir."
...just realized J sets out underwear. hee
***
"Nor I, Jeeves. At teh age of fourteen I once wrote to Marie Lloyd for her autograph, but apart from taht my private life could bear the strictest investigation."
unless he was sleeping w/Bingo
***
"You mean, you want to study the psychology of the individual and what not?"
they should call this book 'the psychology of the individual, consid. how often it's used
***
"What did he do?"
"Oh, he ate the mixture. It was the only course. But he said he could still taste it sometimes, even now."
eww! but, hee
***
Then I suddenly perceived that he was wearing a sort of horrible simper, and I confess it chilled the blood to no little extent. Uncle George, with a face in repose, is hard enough on the eye. Simpering, he goes right above the odds.
beuch. he sounds like my uncle
***
"I have no preference in the matter, sir. It is simply that the poet Burns--"
"Never mind about the poet Burns."
"No, sir."
"Forget the poet Burns."
"Very good, sir."
"Expunge the poet Burns from your mind."
"I will do so immediately, sir."
and here we get the sneaking suspicion that J thinks B's rather stupid
***
"Then there is but one policy to pursue. Let me ring for Jeeves and ask his advice."
Aunt Agatha stiffened visibly. Very much the grande dame of the old regime.
"Are you seriously suggesting that we should discuss this intimate family matter with your manservant?"
"Absolutely. Jeeves will find the way."
"I have always known that you were an imbecile, Bertie," said the flesh-and-blood, now down at about three degrees Fahrenheit, "but I did suppose that you had some proper feeling, some pride, some respect for your position."
there isn't really a divis. of class in B's house, is there?
***
"If it is not troubling you too much, Bertie, I should be greatly obliged if you would stop drivelling."
fuck off, auntie
***
Nobody is fonder of a bit of fun than myself, and I am all for Bohemian comaraderie and making a party go, and all that.
Bohemian, US used to describe homosexuality
***
"Yes, sir," replied thehonest fellow, for there are no secrets between us.
exc. for the fact that Jeeves loves him
***
"Good! I am rather pinning my faith on the Luminous Rabbit, Jeeves. I hear excellent reports of it on all sides. You wind it up and put itin somebody's room in the night watches, and it shines in the dark and jumps about, making odd, squeaking noises the while. The whole performance being, I should imagine, well calculated to scare young Tuppy into a decline."
...that's hysterical, but sad
***
"No, Jeeves, there is only one man who must do that. It is you. If ever anyone earned a refreshing snort, you are he. Pour it out, Jeeves, and shove it down."
"Thank you very much, sir."
"Cheerio, Jeeves!"
"Cheerio, sir, if I may use the expression."
aww, that's sweet. Bertie solved the problem? gosh
***
And it was while I was at teh flat, towelling the torso after a much-needed rinse, that Jeeves, as we chatted of this and that -- picking up the threads, as it were -- suddenly brought the name of Gussie Fink-Nottle into the conversation.
gah! shirtless!B + J
***
"Well, I'm blowed."
heh, sure you were, Bertie
***
"You don't mean he's in love?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well, I'm dashed. I'm really dashed. I positively am dashed, Jeeves."
'cause he assumed G was gay
***
"You can either shut yourself up in a country house and stare into tanks, or you can be a dasher with the sex. You can't do both."
"No, sir."
Bertie does neither
***
It was not her beauty, mark you, that numbed me. She was a pretty enough girl in a droopy, blonde, saucer-eyed way, but not the sort of breath-taker that takes the breath.
aaw! redundant!b is cute
***
"Oh, Gussie's coming, is he? Well, give him my love."
exclamation point!
***
And scarcely had I opened the door when I heard voices in the sitting-room, and scarcely had I entered the sitting-room when I found these proceeded from Jeeves and what appeared at first sight to be the Devil.
thus proving Jeeves really is evil
***
"But if you were a male newt, Madeline Bassett wouldn't look at you. Not with the eye of love, I mean."
"She would if she were a female newt."
"But she isn't a female newt."
"No, but suppose she was?"
ten bucks that GFN attempts newt-love with MB
***
I turned on the pillow with a little moan, and at this juncture Jeeves entered...
OMG
***
"Right ho, then. Switch on the bath."
"Very good, sir."
and there the scene ends, because the following J/B bath was too explicitly shocking for the time. *accompanying illustration of squeaking rubber duckie*
**
I meditated pretty freely as I drove down to Brinkley in the old two-seater that afternoon. The news of this rift or arpeture of Angela's and Tuppy's had disturbed me greatly.
ever notice how B uses 'rift' to describe lover's spats and the same term when J and he are at odds?
***
"I emphatically do. Jeeves is hopeless."
"What?"
"Quite hopeless. He has lost his grip completely."
i totally just got a vision of J freaking :)
***
"Wearing the mask, no doubt. Jeeves does that when I assert my authority."
...he's drawing parallels between J/B + T/A?
***
"Well, Jeeves got off a good one the other day. I met him airing the dog in the park one evening, and he said 'Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, sir, and all the air a solemn stillness holds.' You might use that."
i love that he uses something J said to him as a romantic advance
***
"Here, Jeeves, more direct methods are required. In handling the case of Augustus Fink-Nottle, we must keep always in mind that we are dealing with a poop."
"A sensitive plant would, perhaps, be a kinder expression, sir."
bwah! OMG J is using B's expressions
***
A few moments later, after a wary passage of the stairs, I was in my room. And the first thing I saw there was Jeeves, fooling about with trousers.
*n.b. fooling about with trousers underlined*
***
"Is one to have no privacy, Glossop?" I said coldly. "I instructed Jeeves to lock the door because I was about to disrobe."
thus proving that B really does get dressed by J
***
"That is to say, sometime after midnight."
"Yes, sir."
"Right ho, then. At 12:30 on the dot, I will bong."
as opposed to bang?
***
But there is one thing I have never failed to hand the man. He is magnetic. There is about him something that seems to soothe and hypnotize.
*n.b. star with exclamation point*
***
For this figure before me was wearing a simple tweed dress and had employed my first name in its remarks. And Jeeves, whatever his moral defects, would never go about in skirts calling me Bertie.
no, he'd wear the skirts and call him 'sir'
***
Thus endeth the commentary. Amen.
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