Tuesday, 2 March 2021
Wodehouse on brain power
Forget psychology – P.G. Wodehouse had it sussed as these few quotes conclusively demonstrate –
It was the old, old story, I supposed. A man’s brain whizzes along for years exceeding the speed limit, and something suddenly goes wrong with the steering-gear and it skids and comes a smeller in the ditch…
What I mean to say is this, I’m all for rational enjoyment and so forth, but I think a chappie makes himself conspicuous when he throws soft-boiled eggs at the electric fan…
I tried to think of something to say, but nothing came. A chappie has to be a lot broader about the forehead than I am to handle a jolt like this. I strained the old bean till it creaked, but between the collar and the hair parting nothing stirred…
Sir Roderick Glossop, Honoria’s father, is always called a nerve specialist, because it sounds better, but everybody knows that he’s really a sort of janitor to the looney-bin.
Practically every posh family in the country has called him in at one time or another, and I suppose that, being in that position—I mean constantly having to sit on people’s heads while their nearest and dearest ‘phone to the asylum to send round the wagon—does tend to make a chappie take what you might call a warped view of humanity…
He was fairly tall and fairly broad, and he had the most enormous head, with practically no hair on it, which made it seem bigger and much more like the dome of St. Paul’s. I suppose he must have taken about a nine or something in hats. Shows what a rotten thing it is to let your brain develop too much…
“One is fighting a losing battle, I fear, sir, but I did venture to indicate to Mr. Little a course of action which might prove of advantage. I recommended him to busy himself with good works.”
“Good works?”
“About the village, sir. Reading to the bedridden—chatting with the sick—that sort of thing, sir. We can but trust that good results will ensue.”
“Yes, I suppose so,” I said, doubtfully. “But, by gosh, if I was a sick man I’d hate to have a looney like young Bingo coming and gibbering at my bedside.”
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4 comments:
So I'm not the only one who fills his Kindle with the cheap special offers? The chap was a genius: the only bind can be that whenever he mentions Jeeves I see Stephen Fry!
That's excellent writing. I don't think I've ever read a complete novel of his, but from excerpts I'm always impressed by the combination of ease and intelligence.
I think I prefer the short stories to the novels. The latter generally turn out to be a sequence of comic scenes anyway. He rarely fails, however, to lift the old spirits, what?
Jannie - yes 99p is my preferred price although £1.99 is not unknown. Whenever he mentions Jeeves I see Stephen Fry too, but although I'm not keen on him I think he was good as Jeeves.
Sam - I find the novels so amusing and easy to read that I'm through one in no time. Not good holiday reading for that reason but an entertaining glimpse into another, slightly batty world of engaging upper class twits.
Graeme - he does lift the spirits don't you know.
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