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319 pages, Hardcover
First published September 22, 1966
"Pelham Grenville Wodehouse --
known to his friends as Plum!
No funnier writer has ever lived
- nor will in the eons to come.
His every story herein is a glory;
he beautifully interweaves
Freddy Threepwood, Bingo Little,
"The Oldest Member" and Jeeves,
and the dear old dears from Blandings Castle
and the young blighters from Drones,
and machinations and muffins at tea,
and lovers' intrigues and scones.
Oh bliss! This is manna -- this Wodehousiana --
new, fresh, delicious! In sum,
you may well decry our calling it Pie,
but you've certainly pulled out a
Plum!"
I was sorry to be informed by Horace's successor on my arrival that she was in bed with a nasty cold, but he took my name up and came back to say that she could give me five minutes—not longer, because she was expecting the doctor. So I went up and found her sniffing eucalyptus and sneezing a good deal, plainly in rather poor shape. But her sufferings had not impaired her spirit, for the first thing she said to me was that she wouldn't give me a penny, and I was pained to see that that matter of the ormulu clock still rankled. What ormulu clock? Oh, just one which, needing a bit of capital at the time, I pinched from one of the spare rooms, little thinking that its absence would ever be noticed.
"...B has got it into her nut that A's in love with her. But he isn't. Still following?"
"Yes, sir."
"Now until recently, B was engaged to - "
"Shall we call him C, sir?"
"Caesar's as good a name as any, I suppose. Well, as I was saying, until recently B was engaged to Caesar...."
Legal minutiae were not in his line. His genius lay in selling dog biscuits.