Status Updates From Blandings Castle

Especially loved: the rise of Minna Nordstrom

'Schnellenhamer again, eh? This shall be attended to.'
He crossed to the cupboard and flung open the door. The magnate came out on all fours. Wilmot curtly directed him to the desk.
'Take paper and ink, Schnellenhamer, and write this lady out a new contract, with no weight clause.'
'But listen ...'
'Your sword, madam, I believe?' said Wilmot, extending the weapon.
'All right,' said Mr Schnellenhamer hastily.

"... not one of those men who can eat sandwiches aloofly and, as it were, surreptitiously. When he ate a sandwich there was no concealment or evasion. He was patently, for all eyes to see, all ears to hear, a man eating a sandwich. There was a brio, a gusto, about the performance which stripped it of all disguise. His sandwich flew before him like a banner."

The drama: "'On rising,' he told Wilmot, 'take the juice of an orange. For luncheon, the juice of an orange. And for dinner the juice –' – he paused a moment before springing the big surprise – 'of an orange. For the rest, I am not an advocate of nourishment between meals, but I am inclined to think that, should you become faint during the day – or possibly the night – there will be no harm in your taking ... well, y

"The advice all good doctors give to those who have been disappointed in love is to eat lightly. Fail to do this, and the result is as inevitable as the climax of a Greek tragedy. No man, however gifted his gastric juices, can go on indefinitely brooding over a lost love and sailing into the starchy foods simultaneously."

For description: "For he had always been a good trencherman, and sorrow seemed to sharpen his appetite.
And this was so during the days that followed. He found himself eating a good deal more than usual, because food seemed to dull the pain at his heart. Unfortunately, in doing so, it substituted another in his stomach."