THERE ARE MOMENTS, JEEVES, WHEN ONE ASKS ONESELF
-—DO TROUSERS MATTER?
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THERE ARE MOMENTS, JEEVES, WHEN ONE ASKS ONESELF
-—DO TROUSERS MATTER?
lazy ass jooster kith doodle cos why not
Philosophy moments in Jeeves And Wooster.
Facial expressions.
Jeeves & Wooster
* the house with a clock in its walls starters
the house with a clock in its walls is a novel by john bellairs. tw: violence.
‘ does that mean that you’re not coming over to my place for cider and doughnuts? ’
‘ let me show you. ’
‘ don’t be bashful. it’s your home now. ’
‘ are you hiding something from me? ’
‘ i’d like to have a talk with you. ’
‘ i wish i knew. i really wish i knew. ’
‘ can’t we do something for them? ’
‘ it’s safe to go in, i think. ’
‘ would it scare you if i said i was? ’
‘ i’ve been feeling really rotten lately. ’
‘ you’re a brave boy, but you’re no match for that thing. ’
‘ and i just didn’t want anything bad to happen to you. ’
‘ it’s okay. it’ll heal up. ’
‘ game’s over. time for bed. ’
‘ better get a move on. ’
‘ it was kind of scary, but it was fun. ’
‘ fell out of a tree. ’
‘ come on. let’s wash the dishes. ’
‘ is it that late? ’
‘ and bring another plate of chocolate chip cookies. ’
‘ hold the flashlight down here. ’
‘ it’s a horrible thing to see. ’
‘ don’t go over there. ’
‘ it was awful! ’
‘ so if you’ll take my advice, you’ll just stop poking around where you’re not wanted. ’
‘ hooray for your lightning-quick mind. ’
‘ i certainly get the idiot prize. ’
‘ we fight them. what else? ’
‘ if you don’t, you’ll have two broken arms and maybe a broken head. ’
‘ here i am! come and get me! ’
‘ what the hell you starin’ at, kid? ’
‘ you’re doin’ it all wrong. ’
‘ it’s all over, __. relax. ’
‘ watch out, i’m gonna throw the bat! ’
‘ remember? i made you promise. ’
‘ make it as goofy as you can. ’
POV: You are a preux chevalier about to be just absolutely roasted and probably also forced to commit a misdemeanor
Options:
Wear a watch
Ask Jeeves what time it is
*galaxy brain*
Fun Facts About Reginald Jeeves
Worked as a page in a girls’ school when he was a boy
Of Indeterminate Age
Had an Uncle Cyril who told him graphic stories of cycling accidents which he finds hilarious
Has a niece called Mabel and a cousin called Egbert
Egbert is a police officer
Doesn’t eat as much fish as everyone thinks he does
Possesses chiseled features
Has a lot of aunts
Goes dancing in Camberwell
More as and when I think of them! Feel free to add any Jeeves facts you know!!
governmentofficial:
“No, no. I’m-” Mycroft’s words were broken again by another yawn. He was fine. Tired, yes, but this was not the longest that he had stayed up before. Mind you, when he had spent days awake in the past, it had been when he was a younger man. As much as he hated to admit it, middle-age did have a nasty habit of creeping up on a man.
Perhaps he did need some sleep… Mycroft ran a hand over his face, rubbing at it in an attempt to wake himself up just that little bit more. As much as he hated to admit it, yes… Yes, he probably did need that nap. No amount of coffee was going to help this situation.
“I’m always needed, Jeeves. That’s the problem,” Mycroft complained in a quiet, grumbling voice. “It’s like they think I’m some kind of machine.”
Jeeves had the urge to voice that perhaps Mr. Holmes himself had thought--or even wished--that he was a machine. It would have been simpler, neater, the stuff of many futuristic literature, but he was not about to encourage such behaviour.
The picture that was given to him about the extent of Mr. Holmes’s responsibilities was incomplete at best, but to act as the head of a department, no matter how secret, without a subordinate to delegate to was awfully ineffective. Perhaps he could ask Anthea about it. Perhaps he could even badger her about it.
Jeeves shifted on his feet. “I must admit that I have ran out of justifications to help you keep yourself awake, Mr. Holmes. I will wake you if you’re needed,” he repeated.