Priscila Wilcox

“I mean to say, I know perfectly well that I've got, roughly speaking, half the amount of brain a normal bloke ought to possess. And when a girl comes along who has about twice the regular allowance, she too often makes a bee line for me with the love light in her eyes. I don't know how to account for it, but it is so."
"It may be Nature's provision for maintaining the balance of the species, sir."...
"At breakfast this morning, when I was eating a sausage, she told me I shouldn't, as modern medical science held that a four-inch sausage contained as many germs as a dead rat. The maternal touch, you understand; fussing over my health.... What's to be done, Jeeves?"
"We must think, sir."
"You think. I haven't the machinery."
"I will most certainly devote my very best attention to the matter, sir, and will endeavour to give satisfaction."
Well, that was something. But I was ill at east. Yes, there is no getting away from it, Bertram was ill at ease.”
― P.G. Wodehouse, Carry On, Jeeves