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1. What ho, Jeeves.

I marmaladed a slice of toast with something of a flourish, and I don’t suppose I have ever come much closer to saying ‘Tra-la-la’ as I did the lathering, for I was feeling in mid-season form this morning.

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2. I hadn’t the heart to touch my breakfast.

I told Jeeves to drink it himself.

3. The Man Upstairs and Other Stories

A melancholy-looking man, he had the appearance of one who has searched for the leak in life’s gas-pipe with a lighted candle.

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4. Carry On

It was one of those cases where you approve the broad, general principle of an idea but can’t help being in a bit of a twitter at the prospect of putting it into practical effect. I explained this to Jeeves, and he said much the same thing had bothered Hamlet. (Primary styled links.)

5. The voice of love seemed to call to me, but it was a wrong number.

Honoria, you see, is one of those robust, dynamic girls with the muscles of a welter-weight and a laugh like a squadron of cavalry charging over a tin bridge. A beastly thing to have to face over the breakfast table. Brainy, moreover. (Secondary styled links.)

6. “There are moments, Jeeves, when one asks oneself, ‘Do trousers matter?’”

She fitted into my biggest arm-chair as if it had been built round her by someone who knew they were wearing arm-chairs tight about the hips that season.