And I've never been the same since...
...age 15, when I first discovered P.G. Wodehouse. My Dad returned home from a library sale with two moth-eaten old books, "Thank You, Jeeves" and "Laughing Gas", respectively. "You might like these," he said, tossing them in my lap. "Very amusing, I think you'll find them."
I wasn't so sure. I studied the one on top, the one with "Jeeves" in the title. Externally it wasn't much to write home about. A worn and dog-eared copy. Kinda like something the cat might have discovered in Tutenkhamen's tomb. But to humor the old blood relation I went through the motions. I opened to page one...read a few lines...fell madly, hopelessly in love...and the rest is history!
Now, years later, I own well over 100 copies of the Master's books, the contents of which have seeped deep into my psyche. I mean to say, what? I have sported on the green of Valley Fields and played tennis with Rodney Spelvin. I have visited Blandings Castle many times----always under false colors---and listened to my host rhapsodize about his prize sow. I have hobnobbed with Eggs, Beans and Crumpets in the Drones smoking room. I have been hoodwinked by Ukridge and charmed by Psmith. I have even blackmailed the bigwigs at Perfecto-Zizzbaum in Hollywood, wanting them to make me the next Minna Nordstrom. And whenever the slings and arrows of o. f. threaten to get me down, I have Mulliner's Buck-U-Uppo as a magic restorative.
But the place that is nearest my heart, the place to which I return many a time and oft---as the fellow said--- is 3a Berkeley Mansions, London W.1. I rate the Jeeves series as Wodehouse's highest achievement. Yet what can a girl do? After each visit I must (regretfully) tear myself away from the charming Bertie Wooster because, much as I love him, he isn't the marrying kind. And really, it seems okay to leave him in such good and capable hands---viz. Jeeves's. I only hope that if there's a heaven---and assuming that there is, and that I check in there some day---I'll find waiting for me MORE, hitherto unheard-of and unread,Jeeves books to enjoy!: