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| The prospect of being linked for life
to a girl who would come down to breakfast and put her hands
over my eyes and say "Guess who" had given my morale a sickening
wallop, reducing me to the level of one of those wee sleekit
timorous cowering beasties Jeeves tells me the poet Burns used
to write about. It is always my policy in times of crisis to try
to look on the bright side, but I make one proviso � viz, that
there has to be a bright side to look on. . . .' Thus, Bertram
Wilberforce Wooster � in mournful contemplation of many-headed
crisis � somewhere short of the peak of his form.
And who would blame him? He has set aside a hectic schedule in
the metropolis to offer his services in the political arena at
Market Snodsbury. His best endeavours have gone awry, or agley,
as he would put it. He is in the grip of a blackmailer;
threatened, several times over for emphasis, with grievous
bodily harm by the dreaded Spode; accused, with good cause, of
theft; and staying with Aunt Dahlia whose house party includes
two former fiancees both of whom are willing to sacrifice their
present futures 'to make him happy'. It is a calamitous
situation for which there could be but a single solution.
Jeeves. Jeeves the Magnificent, than whose sleeve there is no
sleeve so furnished with aces anywhere in. fiction, or in fact.