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The Meanest Flower
New letter from my old chap Bertie and he starts with a poem:
I remember—it must have been when I was at school because I don’t go in for that sort of thing very largely nowadays—reading a poem or something about something or other in which there was a line which went, if I’ve got it rightly, “Shades of the prison house begin to close upon the growing boy.”
It's Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood by William Wordsworth.
That guy that looked like somebody who wouldn't break and egg is a famous criminal known as Soapy Sid and that plain girl is her accomplice
While his female accomplice was gratefully embracing his lordship, Soapy Sid substituted a duplicate case for the one containing the pearls and went off with the jewels, the money and the receipt. On the strength of the receipt he subsequently demanded from his lordship the return of the pearls, and his lordship, not being able to produce them, was obliged to pay a heavy sum in compensation. It is a simple but effective ruse.”
And she dared to kiss Bertie!
My reaction:
Wooster was so close to marry a criminal but Jeeves saved him again by pickpocketing the pearls. Bertie should be glad that Jeeves does his job properly and has moral sense because Jeeves being so smart, charming and skilled could be a new Raffles.
Aunt Agatha has his necklace, Bertie lost money but had the chance to teach manners to his aunt and Jeeves can burn the the bloody cummerbund. More jolly days come in Wooster's future until Aunt Agatha strikes his bachelorhood again. Come on!!! His aroace/gay/queerness can be seen from the International Space Station!!!
For now, I'll leave a part of the poem Bertie remembered:
Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
bertie was just so small and blue eyed and smiley and hopeless that he bagged himself a man with a fat ass who can cook & clean
Bertie: Jeeves, would you still love me if I was a worm?
Jeeves: We are married, sir.
i also hc that bertie just simply thought jeeves was his first name