Jeeves, the resourceful Butler, saves Master Bertie Wooster from the perils of everyday life in most amusing ways. <p> Wodehouse introduces us once again to the wonder butler – Jeeves, who, as usual is able to solve any and all of the Bertie Woosters endless problems with ease and finesse. <p> This is a high quality book of the original classic edition. <p> This is a freshly published edition of this culturally important work, which is now, at last, again available to you. <p> Enjoy this classic work. These few paragraphs distill the contents and give you a quick look inside: <p>
I dont know if I ever told you about it, but the reason why I left England was because I was sent over by my Aunt Agatha to try to stop young Gussie marrying a girl on the vaudeville stage, and I got the whole thing so mixed up that I decided that it would be a sound scheme for me to stop on in America for a bit instead of going back and having long cosy chats about the thing with aunt.
<p>…So when Corky trickled into my apartment one afternoon, shooing a girl in front of him, and said, Bertie, I want you to meet my fiancee, Miss Singer, the aspect of the matter which hit me first was precisely the one which he had come to consult me about.
<p>…She was rather like one of those innocent-tasting American drinks which creep imperceptibly into your system so that, before you know what youre doing, youre starting out to reform the world by force if necessary and pausing on your way to tell the large man in the corner that, if he looks at you like that, you will knock his head off.
<p>…I had been wondering a lot, of course, about Corky, whether it all turned out right, and so forth, and my first evening in New York, happening to pop into a quiet sort of little restaurant which I go to when I dont feel inclined for the bright lights, I found Muriel Singer there, sitting by herself at a table near the door.
<p>…Im not absolutely certain of my facts, but I rather fancy its Shakespeare?or, if not, its some equally brainy lad?who says that its always just when a chappie is feeling particularly top-hole, and more than usually braced with things in general that Fate sneaks up behind him with a bit of lead piping.
