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Saturday, December 20, 2008

P.G. Wodehouse: Ring for Jeeves - "But a woman can always tell."

In chapter 6, author, describing Mrs. Spottsworth's contemplation, during her drive to Rowcester Abbey, of the recent unscheduled rendezvous with Captain Biggar, writes:

" may seem strange that Mrs. Spottsworth should have known anything about the way he felt. But a woman can always tell. When she sees a man choke up and look like an embarrassed beetroot every time he catches her eye over the eland steaks and lime juice, she soon forms an adequate diagnosis of his case."

Author makes further effort in next paragraph to emphasize a woman's observation powers:
"She had not failed to observe the pop-eyed stare in his keen blue eyes, the deepening of the hue of his vermilion face and the way his number eleven feet shuffled from start to finish of the interview. If he did not still consider her the tree on which the fruit of his life hung, Rosalinda Spottsworth was vastly mistaken."


Note: Following is based on an e-mail forward doing rounds during 2009 General Elections in India. Not sure about the autheticity of the following.

The section 49-O reads:

“49-O. Elector deciding not to vote.-If an elector, after his electoral roll number has been duly entered in the register of voters in Form-17A and has put his signature or thumb impression thereon as required under sub-rule (1) of rule 49L, decided not to record his vote, a remark to this effect shall be made against the said entry in Form 17A by the presiding officer and the signature or thumb impression of the elector shall be obtained against such remark.”

P.G. Wodehouse: Ring for Jeeves - Fatal "Confusion of Ideas"

In chapter 1, author, describing how Mrs. Spottsworth "was almost immediately widowed again", writes:

"It was a confusion of ideas between him and one of the lions he was hunting in Kenya that had caused A.B. Spottsworth to make the obituary column. He thought the lion was dead, and the lion thought it wasn't. The result being that when he placed his foot on the animal's neck preparatory to being photographed by Captain Biggar, the White Hunter accompanying the expedition, a rather unpleasant brawl had ensued, and owing to Captain Biggar having to drop the camera and spend several vital moments looking about for is rifle, his bullet, though unerring, had come too late to be of practical assistance."