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Right Ho, Jeeves
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P. G. Wodehouse
89
“What
sort
of
landscape?”
“Glimmering.
G
for
‘gastritis,’
l
for
‘lizard’----”
“Oh,
glimmering?
Yes,
that’s
not
bad.
Glimmering
landscape
...
solemn
stillness....
Yes,
I
call
that
pretty
good.”
“You
could
then
say
that
you
have
often
thought
that
the
stars
are
God’s
daisy
chain.”
“But
I
haven’t.”
“I
dare
say
not.
But
she
has.
Hand
her
that
one,
and
I
don’t
see
how
she
can
help
feeling
that
you’re
a
twin
soul.”
“God’s
daisy
chain?”
“God’s
daisy
chain.
And
then
you
go
on
about
how
twilight
always
makes
you
sad.
I
know
you’re
going
to
say
it
doesn’t,
but
on
this
occasion
it
has
jolly
well
got
to.”
“Why?”
“That’s
just
what
she
will
ask,
and
you
will
then
have
got
her
going.
Because
you
will
reply
that
it
is
because
yours
is
such
a
lonely
life.
It
wouldn’t
be
a
bad
idea
to
give
her
a
brief
description
of
a
typical
home
evening
at
your
Lincolnshire
residence,
showing
how
you
pace
the
meadows
with
a
heavy
tread.”
“I
generally
sit
indoors
and
listen
to
the
wireless.”
“No,
you
don’t.
You
pace
the
meadows
with
a
heavy
tread,
wishing
that
you
had
someone
to
love
you.
And
then
you
speak
of
the
day
when
she
came
into
your
life.”
“Like
a
fairy
princess.”
“Absolutely,”
I
said
with
approval.
I
hadn’t
expected
such
a
hot
one
from
such
a
quarter.
“Like
a
fairy
princess.
Nice
work,
Gussie.”
“And
then?”
“Well,
after
that
it’s
easy.
You
say
you
have
something
you
want
to
say
to
her,
and
then
you
snap
into
it.
I
don’t
see
how
it
can
fail.
If
I
were
you,
I
should
do
it
in
this
rose
garden.
It
is
well
established
that
there
is
no
sounder
move
than
to
steer
the
adored
object
into
rose
gardens
in
the
gloaming.
And
you
had
better
have
a
couple
of
quick
ones
first.”
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