The novel itself contains another fortunate couple that spring together through some chance encounters and some remarkable similarities and mutual respect, while the novel itself contains some sparkling discussion of the immense complexities of servant life, which are well-drawn here in a way that demonstrates considerable knowledge of matters that most people would not be aware of, at least not without having watched Below Stairs or something of that nature. Peters, whose daughter is engaged to the indolent and not particularly bright Freddie Threepwood, at least until that young woman elopes with another gentleman to his abundant and surprising relief. We have absent-minded Lord Emsworth absent-mindedly pocketing a priceless scarab and a massive cast of characters who want to pilfer the scarab back in order to collect the large reward being offered by the unsavory Mr.

The plot of this story is not too surprising when one looks at the body of work of the author as a whole. Wodehouse may not have intended writing a saga when he wrote this novel, but having written such a wonderful story, and having it be such a success, it was good that he returned to this world over and over again with great comic effect, to the extent that it remains an inspiration for readers as well as viewers of various British efforts to put the stories on the screen. In addition to that, though, there are references to Algernon Wooster, and that puts the reader in mind to the Wooster & Jeeves series, which is also a worthwhile series and well worth enjoying. The most obvious one, of course, is the Blandings Castle saga, where the absent-mindedness of Lord Emsworth, the general shadiness of the efficient Baxter, the general ne’er-do-well quality of his younger son Freddie Threepwood, and the way that the castle itself attracts impostors of one type or another show themselves here for the first time and definitely not for the last. It is remarkable, though, the extent to which this novel sets up several different sagas of the writer.

There is something intimate and familiar about this book, which ought not to be a surprise since I am particularly fond of the writings of the author.

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