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My Man Jeeves
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- Nombre de pages250
- FormatePub
- ISBN978-605-7566-43-0
- EAN9786057566430
- Date de parution24/11/2024
- Protection num.Digital Watermarking
- Taille834 Ko
- Infos supplémentairesepub
- ÉditeurE-Kitap Projesi & Cheapest Boo
Résumé
My Man Jeeves is a collection of short stories by P. G. Wodehouse, first published in the UK in May 1919 by George Newnes. Of the eight stories in the collection, half feature the popular characters Jeeves and Bertie Wooster, while the others concern Reggie Pepper, an early prototype for Wooster.
LEAVE IT TO JEEVES
Jeeves-my man, you know-is really a most extraordinary chap. So capable. Honestly, I shouldn't know what to do without him.
On broader lines he's like those chappies who sit peering sadly over the marble battlements at the Pennsylvania Station in the place marked "Inquiries." You know the Johnnies I mean. You go up to them and say: "When's the next train for Melonsquashville, Tennessee?" and they reply, without stopping to think, "Two-forty-three, track ten, change at San Francisco." And they're right every time. Well, Jeeves gives you just the same impression of omniscience. As an instance of what I mean, I remember meeting Monty Byng in Bond Street one morning, looking the last word in a grey check suit, and I felt I should never be happy till I had one like it.
I dug the address of the tailors out of him, and had them working on the thing inside the hour. "Jeeves, " I said that evening. "I'm getting a check suit like that one of Mr. Byng's." "Injudicious, sir, " he said firmly. "It will not become you." "What absolute rot! It's the soundest thing I've struck for years." "Unsuitable for you, sir."
On broader lines he's like those chappies who sit peering sadly over the marble battlements at the Pennsylvania Station in the place marked "Inquiries." You know the Johnnies I mean. You go up to them and say: "When's the next train for Melonsquashville, Tennessee?" and they reply, without stopping to think, "Two-forty-three, track ten, change at San Francisco." And they're right every time. Well, Jeeves gives you just the same impression of omniscience. As an instance of what I mean, I remember meeting Monty Byng in Bond Street one morning, looking the last word in a grey check suit, and I felt I should never be happy till I had one like it.
I dug the address of the tailors out of him, and had them working on the thing inside the hour. "Jeeves, " I said that evening. "I'm getting a check suit like that one of Mr. Byng's." "Injudicious, sir, " he said firmly. "It will not become you." "What absolute rot! It's the soundest thing I've struck for years." "Unsuitable for you, sir."
