From “The aunt and the sluggard”, a J&W short story, in which Jeeves is away for a while. As soon as I read that passage, I wanted to draw something for it. Transcription:
“I got dressed somehow. Jeeves hadn't forgotten a tring in his packing.
Everything was there, down to the final stud. I'm not sure this didn't make me feel worse. It kind of deepened the pathos.
It was like what somebody or other wrote about the touch of a vanishing hand.”
As far as I can tell, the poem Bertie is attempting to quote is “Break, break, break” by Alfred Tennyson. The poem deals with the terrible grief brought on by the loss of Arthur Hallam, the poet’s dear friend.







