Now, those who know me, if you ask them, will tell you that I*m a chump. My Aunt Agatha would testify to this effect. So would my Uncle Percy and many more of my nearest and – if you like to use the expression – dearest. Well, I don*t mind. I admit it. I am a chump. But what I do say – and I should like to lay the greatest possible stress on this – is that every now and then, just when the populace has given up hope that I will ever show any real human intelligence – I get what it is idle to pretend is not an inspiration. And that*s what happened now. I doubt if the idea that came to me at this juncture whould have occurred to a single one of any dozen of the largest-brained blokes in history. Napoleon might have got it, but I*ll bet Darwin and Shakespeare and Thomas Hardy wouldn*t have thought of it in a thousand years.
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Hahahahahahaha

I tapped her on the arm with a grave forefinger.
"Nobby," I said, "there has been a bit of mix-up. What*s that word that begins with *con*?"
"Con?"
"I*ve heard Jeeves use it. There*s a cat in it somewhere."
"What on earth are you drivelling about?"
"Concatenation," I sadi, getting it. "Owing to an unfortunate concatenation of circumstances, Stilton is viwing me with concern. He has got the idea rooted in his bean that I*ve come down here to try to steal Florence from him."
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concatenation, lol

"You don*t mean you have an idea?"
"Yes, sir."
"But you told me just now you hadn*t."
"Yes, sir. But since then have been giving the matter some thought, and am now in a position to say *Eureka!*"
"Say what?|
"Eureka, sir. Like Archimedes."
"Did he say Eureka? I thought it was Shakespeare."

"Why did you come? Oh, I know what you are going to say. You feltthat, cost what it might, you had to see me again, just once. You couldnot resist the urge to take away with you one last memory, which you couldcherish down the lonely years. Oh, Bertie, you remind me of Rudel."
The name was new to me.
"Rudel?"
"The Seigneur Geoffrey Rudel, Prince of Blay-en-Saintonge."
I shook my head. "Never met him, I*m afraid. Pal of yours?"
"He lived in the Middle ages. He was a great poet. And he fell in lovewith the wife of the Lord of Tripoli."
I stirred uneasily. I hoped she was going to keep it clean.

I hadn*t the slightest objection to his spending his time planning massacres for the bourgeoisie, but I was dashed if I could see why he couldn*t do it with a bright and cheerful simile.

Reading from left to right, the contents of the bed consisted of Pauline Stoker in my heliotrope pyjamas with the old gold stripe.
The attitude of fellows towards finding girls in their bedroom shortly after midnight varies. Some like it. Some don*t. I didn*t. I suppose it*s some old Puritan strain in the Wooster blood. I drew myself up censoriously and shot a sternish glance in her direction. Absolutely wasted, of course, because it was pitch dark.
...
"Oh, yes, he thinks a lot of you. I remember his very words. *Mr Wooster, miss,* he said, *is perhaps, mentally somewhat negligble, but he has a heart of gold.*...."
...
"Never mind the heart of gold. The point is that my man, my late man, a fellow I have always looked on more as some sort of an uncle than a personal attendant, is shooting to and fro bellowing out at the top of his voice that I am mentally negligible and filling my bedroom with girls..."

I mean, you know how it is. A sensitive and high-spirited girl goes through the deuce of an ordeal to win through to the bloke she loves, jumping off yachts, swimming through dashed cold water, climbing into cottages, and borrowing other people*s pyjamas, and then, when she has come to journey*s end, so to speak, and is expecting the tender smile and the whispered endearments, get instead the lowering frown, the curled lip, the suspicious eye, and - in a word - the rasberry. Naturally, she*s a bit upset.

"There was a time, when I was younger, when I would have broken your neck," he said.
I didn*t like the trend the conversation was taking. After all, a man is as young as he feels, and there was no knowing that he wouldn*t suddenly get one of these - what do you call them? - illusions of youth.

I remember reading in a paper once one of those Interesting Problem things about Suppose You were in a Burning House, what would you save? If I recollect rightly, a baby entered into it. Also a priceless picture and, if I am not mistaken, a bedridden aunt. I know there was a wide choice, and you were supposed to nit the brow and think the thing out from every angle.
On the present occasion I did not hesitate. I looked round immediately for my banjolele.

"The affection which her ladyship felt for Sir Roderick was instantaneously swept away on the tidal wave of injured mother love."
"Rather well put, Jeeves."

Lady Glossop: One of my fondest memories is of Irving playing Hamlet at the Lyceum.
Bertie Wooster: Really? Who won?

Psychoanalysis, hahahaha

Aromanticism in Jeeves and Wooster
http://anagnori.tumblr.com/post/70828701340/aromanticism-in-jeeves-and-wooster
这篇文章让我彻底明白为什么我通常不喜欢romantic小说，却狂热地爱上了P.G. Wodehouse的"romantic comedy"风格的小说，原来P.G. Wodehouse小说中的人物，特别是我最喜欢的Bertie Wooster，本质上是aromantic的，难怪Bertie Wooster和Wodehouse本人能强烈地引发我的共鸣感（以前就觉得除了他们good-natured的性格，一定还有其他与众不同吸引我的东西）。
也因同样的原因，我一直不喜欢将Bertie和Jeeves配对（以前以为自己不喜欢这两人成为CP的原因是Jeeves控制欲太强了，不喜欢这样的情侣关系）。不过那么多人都把Jeeves and Wooster当作同性恋小说来看，只能无可奈何，绝大多数人都觉得一个人没有爱情的感觉不可理喻（即使有些人能理解asexual）。叹气……

三个关于Bertie取向问题的讨论，看来读者中认为Bertie是gay和认为Bertie是aro-ace的人都各有相当比例
http://www.thevalve.org/go/valve/article/whats_up_jeeves_and_wooster/
http://www.reddit.com/r/books/comments/229stj/how_does_jeeves_feel_about_wooster/
http://ask.metafilter.com/183134/Also-looking-for-Gussie-FinkNottle-Newt-slash-fiction
这两篇文章都提到了Wodehouse本人是asexual（也许aro)。而Bertie Wooster这个角色在性格上有许多他本人的投影。
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/books/3623380/More-of-a-Wooster-than-a-Jeeves.html
http://www.economist.com/node/3398668

虽然Wodehouse及其他笔下的角色是asexual，但居然有三位Wodehouse小说人物被排进了这个榜：111 Male Characters Of British Literature, In Order Of Bangability
http://www.theawl.com/2011/04/111-male-characters-of-british-literature-in-order-of-bangability
荷尔蒙的力量，囧
65. Reginald Jeeves ("Extricating Young Gussie")
87. Bertram Wooster ("Extricating Young Gussie")
106. Gussie Fink-Nottle (Right Ho, Jeeves) 笑抽……