Just two little tidbits...
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indeedsir_backupHello all, I just wanted to pipe up on two things that have gotten my attention recently and are Jooster related:
1) I'm a freshman in college and I was recently going home for the weekend and decided to stop by the university library to get a few books to take home to read. A wandered over to see how their Wodehouse selection was and it was pretty well up to stock and I was in a little Joostery heaven:) And I took home Right Ho, Jeeves and Bertie Wooster Sees IT Through. I've finished the latter and there were so many wonderfully slashy moments in it, I think I need a new perscription for my slash glasses:) But the best was the very beginning passage, which I thought I would share because I think it would be a lovely plot bunny if anyone wants to adopt it:) Here is be, under the cut.
This is the very opening scene and it nearly cracked my slash glasses, teehee:
" As I sat in the bath tub, soaping a meditative foot and singing, if I remember correctly, "Pale Hands I Loved Beside The Shalimar," it would be deceiving my public to say that I was feeling boomps-a-daisy. The evening that lay before me promised to be one of those sticky evenings, no good to man or beast. My Aunt Dahlia, writing from her country residence, Brinkley Court down in Worcestershire, had asked me as a personal favor to take some acquaintances of hers out to dinner, a couple of the name of Trotter[Bertie broods for a while on the Trotters]Well, this Dahlia is my good and deserving aunt, not to be confused with Aunt Agatha, the one who kills rats with her teeth and devours her young, so when she says Don''t fail me, I don''t fail her. But, as I say, I was in no sense looking forward to the binge. The view I took of it was that the curse had come upon me.
It had done so, moreover, at a moment when I was already lowered spiritually by the fact that for the last couple of weeks or so Jeeves had been away on his summer holiday. Round about the beginning of July each year he downs tools, the slacker, and goes off to Bognor Regis for the shrimping, leaving me in much the same position as those poets one used to have to read at school who were always beefing about losing gazellesreference to a [Oh my gosh, this gets even better, I searched for this, and it's a reference to a poem by Thomas Moore that goes "I never nurs'd a dear gazelle,/To glad me with its soft black eye,/But when it came to know me well/And love me, it was sure to die." tee hee] For without this righthand man at his side Bertram Wooster becomes a mere shadow of his former self and in no condition to cope with any ruddy Trotters.
Brooding darkly on these Trotters, whoever they might be, I was starting to scour the left elbow and had switched to "Ah, Sweet Mystery of Life," when my reverie was interrupted by the sound of a soft footstep in the bedroom, and I sat up, alert and, as you might say, agog, the soap frozen in my grasp. If feet were stepping softly in my sleeping quarters, it could only mean, I felt, unless of course a burglar had happened to drop in, that the prop of the establishment had returned from his vacation, no doubt looking bronzed and fit.
A quiet cough told me that I had reasoned astutely, and I gave tongue.
"Is that you, Jeeves?"
"Yes, sir."
"Home again, what?"
"Yes, sir."
"Welcome to 3A Berkeley Mansions, London W.1," I said, feeling like a shepherd when a strayed sheep comes trickling back to the fold. "Did you have a good time?"
"Most agreeable, thank you, sir."
Ok, I;m sorry, but to me, the idea of Bertie lounging around in the bath when Jeeves comes home is just too delicious. "Oh why, hello there Jeeves, wasn't expecting you home to early*gives sexy eyes* Care to join me?" Heehee, sorry, amybe its jsut me but that made me giggle sooo much.
2)Just a little personal story. I've been having a really horrible day. To keep things short, it involves a traffic citation and loosing my key chain which has the key to my dorm, my car key, and my house. It is, as Jeeves might say, one of the times that try mens souls. I got back to my dorm room and collapsed on the bed and I was like, "This is horrible, but what can i do to recover?" And immediatley i thought, "What I need right now is tea, and Wodehouse." And I've been watching season 1 since with a lovely cup of chamomille. Wodehouse truly makes everything better.
Just thought I'd share:)
Tinkerty Tonk!
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Date: 2009-10-20 06:52 am (UTC)Nope, not just you. I love that he was singing "Ah, Sweet Mystery of Life" at the time. The most soppy song every written, and that's a fact.
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Date: 2009-10-20 10:14 am (UTC)SPOILER ALERT:
'We part then, for the nonce, do we?'
'I fear so, sir.'
'You taking the high road, and self taking the low road, as it were?'
'Yes, sir.'
'I shall miss you, Jeeves.'
'Thank you, sir.'
'Who was the chap who was always beefing about loosing gazelles?'
'The poet Moore, sir. He complained that he had never nursed a dear gazelle, to glad him with its soft black eye, but when it came to know him, it was sure to die.'
'It's the same with me. I am a gazelle short. You don't mind me alluding to you as a gazelle, Jeeves?'
'Not at all, sir.'
I remembered it because I had only read last night. ^_^
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Date: 2009-10-20 05:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-20 08:49 pm (UTC)Oh my this is one for the books. It's easy to mistake some of these passage for beginnings of slashfics :D.
Thanks for sharing!
Hope your day gets better. Keep the Earl Grey handy.