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Psmith is really grating.

I'm so amused; slogged through the first three quarters for this flower pot story: "Day in, day out, Rupert Baxter had been exercising his brain ever since he had come to the castle — and now he had gone and sprained it."

He started early and finished late. It was his gentle boast that for more than twenty years he had never missed his full eight hours. Generally he managed to get something nearer ten.
But then, as a rule, people did not fling flower-pots through his window at four in the morning.
Even under this unusual handicap, however, he struggled bravely to preserve his record. The first of Baxter’s missiles, falling on a settee

"The Earl of Emsworth, who had not thought quickly since the occasion in the summer of 1874 when he had heard his father’s footsteps approaching the stable-loft in which he, a lad of fifteen, sat smoking his first cigar, was an excellent sleeper."

Philosophical: "‘I cannot,’ he observed, ‘adapt circumstances to my will: therefore I shall adapt my will to circumstances. I decide to remain here.’ Which he did."

Jk in just a few short exchanges Miss Simmons stands out as an easy fave: ‘Exactly. I insisted upon your being sent because I knew from experience that you were reliable. At that time I looked on your presence here merely as a precautionary measure. Now, I am sorry to say…
‘Did someone steal Lady Constance’s necklace to-night?’
‘Yes!’
‘When the lights went out just now?’
‘Exactly.’
‘Well, why couldn’t you say so at o

I really just want to get to where Baxter is throwing flowers pots. A constant and very funny callback in later Blandings books.

Psmith is very annoying.