The world can be divided into two parts. Those who have read P G Wodehouse, and those who haven’t.
The second half of the sketch while not being disgruntled at the loss will surely be “far from gruntled”.
It is to those unfortunate beings, that this ultimate selection from the master’s numerous zingers is largely addressed.
It is the hope that before they finish going though this selection from the master’s output, they will be induced to reach out and do the right thing by civilization and themselves – beg, borrow or steal any one of PGW’s oeuvre and inhale deeply of it.
For, PGW is far the “greatest musician of the English language” and has indeed made a world for us to escape into and delight in. When life shoots its arrows, many of us, like Bertie, would retire to The Drones Club, or Blandings, if you prefer.
We strongly suggest, dear reader, you do too. You will, we are sure, see the light!
Before you plunge in, this stroke of genius handed down by my own father, from the Wodehouse bible, which set me off on the pristine quest called PGW -“He came in and went out so quickly that he met himself at the door”. What ho?
