Most of us have to understand that relationship indirectly, either through other fictional representations of it, or on intuitions based on our own experiences of employment and friendship. Adam has made a much more interesting argument around a deferred romantic bond, with reference the, ahem, text. There have been countless stage adaptations of the Jeeves short stories and novels, and Jeeves in Bloom is as good as any of them, created by Margaret Raether from several of the originals rather than adapted from a single source. This is fine genre fiction, widely appealing, flattering to the reader, and full of lovely little bits like the gazelle. That seems to me just baffling.
And the Holmes stories are about a breech in the social fabric a crime has been committed and the reasoning needed to resolve it.
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On another note, how much of my 2nd-half-of-theth-century-American sense of Englishmen-ness is due to representations that Wodehouse created? There have been countless stage adaptations of the Jeeves short stories and novels, and Jeeves in Bloom is as good as any of them, created by Margaret Raether from several of the originals rather than adapted from a single source. What I object to is an unconsidered ick. Bertie, could one kiss Jeeves? But more importantly, through this piece by Stephen Fry. If you need to be mean, just know that the longer you stay on this page, the more you help us. Jeeves, like most of us, has to work for a living, but his superior mien and education are at odds with his Everyman economic status.
It can be ruined by overplaying on one side and a lack of commitment to the characters on the other side, joined in the middle by actors who telegraph that they are being funny. How will the AFA continue to spread homophobia and intolerance on the web? The net economic output of the pair is zero. He actually proposes to a number of women willingly at first--Florence and Bobbieand his enthusiasm for Corky seems more than friendly. And he undergoes something of a mild ritual punishment for his sins, and mile bicycle ride in the middle of the night that proved fruitless and unnecessary.