Lab
Library
Journal
Shop
Sign in
to keep
Share image
1
264
Right Ho, Jeeves
·
P. G. Wodehouse
140
She
appeared
not
to
have
heard.
“The
boy,”
I
repeated,
not
wishing
her
to
miss
that
one,
“is
the
father
of
the
man.”
“What
are
you
talking
about?”
“I’m
talking
about
this
Glossop.”
“I
thought
you
said
something
about
somebody’s
father.”
“I
said
the
boy
was
the
father
of
the
man.”
“What
boy?”
“The
boy
Glossop.”
“He
hasn’t
got
a
father.”
“I
never
said
he
had.
I
said
he
was
the
father
of
the
boy--or,
rather,
of
the
man.”
“What
man?”
I
saw
that
the
conversation
had
reached
a
point
where,
unless
care
was
taken,
we
should
be
muddled.
“The
point
I
am
trying
to
make,”
I
said,
“is
that
the
boy
Glossop
is
the
father
of
the
man
Glossop.
In
other
words,
each
loathsome
fault
and
blemish
that
led
the
boy
Glossop
to
be
frowned
upon
by
his
fellows
is
present
in
the
man
Glossop,
and
causes
him--I
am
speaking
now
of
the
man
Glossop--to
be
a
hissing
and
a
byword
at
places
like
the
Drones,
where
a
certain
standard
of
decency
is
demanded
from
the
inmates.
Ask
anyone
at
the
Drones,
and
they
will
tell
you
that
it
was
a
black
day
for
the
dear
old
club
when
this
chap
Glossop
somehow
wriggled
into
the
list
of
members.
Here
you
will
find
a
man
who
dislikes
his
face;
there
one
who
could
stand
his
face
if
it
wasn’t
for
his
habits.
But
the
universal
consensus
of
opinion
is
that
the
fellow
is
a
bounder
and
a
tick,
and
that
the
moment
he
showed
signs
of
wanting
to
get
into
the
place
he
should
have
been
met
with
a
firm
nolle
prosequi
and
heartily
blackballed.”
Marker
Marker
Fine marker
White-out
Fine white-out
Circle
Paint
Unmarker
Hand
Scalpel
Dice
Sieve
Purify
Undo
Redo
Start over
