Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Wodehouse Wednesday

"The Aberdeen terrier gave me an unpleasant look and said something under his breath in Gaelic"


“What ho!” I said.
“What ho!” said Motty.
“What ho! What ho!”
“What ho! What ho! What ho!”
After that it seemed rather difficult to go on with the conversation.”


It was one of those parties where you cough twice before you speak and then decide not to say it after all.


A certain critic — for such men, I regret to say, do exist — made the nasty remark about my last novel that it contained ‘all the old Wodehouse characters under different names.’ He has probably by now been eaten by bears, like the children who made mock of the prophet Elisha: but if he still survives he will not be able to make a similar charge against Summer Lightning. With my superior intelligence, I have out-generalled the man this time by putting in all the old Wodehouse characters under the same names. Pretty silly it will make him feel, I rather fancy.


From my earliest years I had always wanted to be a writer. It was not that I had any particular message for humanity. I am still plugging away and not the ghost of one so far, so it begins to look as though, unless I suddenly hit mid-season form in my eighties, humanity will remain a message short.


(Quite random, but entirely Wodehousien and pleasant, I think.)


Jodi said...

Very pleasant indeed! Note to self must look for Wodehouse books!

Kat said...

Who's better?? Cracking up about that terrier. Loved 'em all.

Olivia said...

Yes! The Aberdeen terrier is my favorite.