I wish I could report that the chat over the breakfast table the
next morning was all sunshine and mirth, but it was not.
"I trust you slept well, Mr. Wooster," said my host, as he pushed
the kippers about the plate in a morose, devil-take-the-hindmost
sort of way."
"Like a top, old sport. Like a top."
"I was harassed by dreams of the most horrible sort. First there
was a vision of a Roman feast like that of Trimalchio, with a horror
in a covered platter."
"Could it have been something you ate?" I said, sounding the
solicitous note. I didn't want to hurt the old fellow's feelings, of
course, so I refrained from saying that the fish sauce the night
before had been somewhat below par. In truth, the cook at Exham
Priory was not even in the running with Anatole, my Aunt Dahlia's
French chef and God's gift to the gastric juices.
"Next I seemed to be looking down from an immense height upon
a twilit grotto, knee-deep in filth, where a white-beared daemon
swineherd drove about with his staff a flock of fungous, flabby
beasts whose appearance filled me with unutterable loathing."
"Could it have been something you read before retiring?" 'Mary
Had a Little Lamb' perhaps? Mind you, that one's about a
shepherdess, not a swineherd, but it's the same sort of thing,
don't you know."
"Then, as the swineherd paused and nodded over his task, a
mighty swarm of rats rained down on the stinking abyss and fell to
devouring beasts and man alike."
"Rats! By Jove, this is getting a bit thick. My man Jeeves thinks
rats may be been the party to blame for your cats carrying on the
other day like they had broken into the catnip."
Cannon's funny prose is enhanced by several drawings by J. C.
Eckhardt, with his cover illustration simply priceless.
Any fan of either author should enjoy this. Being a fan of both,
I was sucked in not unlike into the maelstrom of which we may
dare not speak.
And, in a not unrelated bit of crowing, I'd just like to offer that
I found 32 Wodehouse paperbacks at Half Price Books this
weekend at 48 cents apiece, which represents slightly over
a third of the prolific P.G.'s lifetime output.
posted by Steven Baum
2/1/2000 09:26:32 AM |
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