"Sir?" He glanced up, looking slightly dazed. Spinoza will do that to a chap. Not to say that he looked like a fish, or anything. There's a difference between glazing over without a thought in one's head, and the kind of mystical whatsit in the eyes of a man who has been absorbing abstruse philosophy.
"Coming along all right, then?"
"If you are inquiring as to the success of my studies, sir, remarkably well."
"Jeeves," I said, "what is this Spinoza bird really about, anyway?"
"...I can endeavor to explain, sir."
I settled in beside him on the sofa, leaning the old onion on his shoulder. "Do your best with the Wooster brain, Jeeves. If I can't understand it, I won't hold you accountable."
"Very good, sir." And then he was off about Modes, and Substances, and Affects. It didn't make much sense to me, but it sounded sort of serene, like those stoic birds who don't believe you can really do anything about anything and so you might as well not get worked up. It seemed like just the sort of philosophy for a man who's always at the eye of the storm. After a while, I rather lost track, just leaning against him and enjoying his voice. "Sir, you haven't registered a word I've been saying for the past fifteen minutes."
"Good lord, Jeeves. I didn't know it had been that long. Terribly sorry."
"It doesn't matter, sir." I might have said that it did, that I really ought to be more attentive to explanations that I've asked for, but he kissed my neck, which always throws me off. In the best possible way, I mean. "A key point of Spinoza's work is that God exists in everything, sir. An uncaring, insensate force."
"R-rather like not having a God at all, isn't it?"
"So the Jewish elders thought, sir." He nibbled gently, and I made a rather small and undignified noise. "I personally find the idea comforting."
"Really, old thing?" I asked, rather breathlessly, because my collar had somehow come undone, leaving Jeeves with more neck to kiss and me with even less brain than usual.
"Indeed, sir." He purred. "Because if all things are one substance, that means that you and I are both faces of God, almost the way the Hindus believe. And if we presume that to be true, sir, I finally have an explanation for the religious awe I feel when I make you come." After that we abandoned philosophy in favor of carnality, just like the rest of the human race.
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Date: 2010-03-09 11:01 am (UTC)"Coming along all right, then?"
"If you are inquiring as to the success of my studies, sir, remarkably well."
"Jeeves," I said, "what is this Spinoza bird really about, anyway?"
"...I can endeavor to explain, sir."
I settled in beside him on the sofa, leaning the old onion on his shoulder. "Do your best with the Wooster brain, Jeeves. If I can't understand it, I won't hold you accountable."
"Very good, sir." And then he was off about Modes, and Substances, and Affects. It didn't make much sense to me, but it sounded sort of serene, like those stoic birds who don't believe you can really do anything about anything and so you might as well not get worked up. It seemed like just the sort of philosophy for a man who's always at the eye of the storm. After a while, I rather lost track, just leaning against him and enjoying his voice. "Sir, you haven't registered a word I've been saying for the past fifteen minutes."
"Good lord, Jeeves. I didn't know it had been that long. Terribly sorry."
"It doesn't matter, sir." I might have said that it did, that I really ought to be more attentive to explanations that I've asked for, but he kissed my neck, which always throws me off. In the best possible way, I mean. "A key point of Spinoza's work is that God exists in everything, sir. An uncaring, insensate force."
"R-rather like not having a God at all, isn't it?"
"So the Jewish elders thought, sir." He nibbled gently, and I made a rather small and undignified noise. "I personally find the idea comforting."
"Really, old thing?" I asked, rather breathlessly, because my collar had somehow come undone, leaving Jeeves with more neck to kiss and me with even less brain than usual.
"Indeed, sir." He purred. "Because if all things are one substance, that means that you and I are both faces of God, almost the way the Hindus believe. And if we presume that to be true, sir, I finally have an explanation for the religious awe I feel when I make you come." After that we abandoned philosophy in favor of carnality, just like the rest of the human race.