Nutty fetched the water. Life is like that. There is nothing clean-cut about it, no sense of form. Instead of being permitted to concentrate his attention on his tragedy Nutty had to trudge three-quarters of a mile, conciliate a bull-terrier, and trudge back again carrying a heavy pail. It was as if one of the heroes of Greek drama, in the middle of his big scene, had been asked to run round the corner to a provision store.I love Wodehouse! Since my kids and I are bearing through our last year of Bulfinch's mythology,this really tickled my funny bone.
Wednesday, September 24, 2014
Wednesday with Words - Uneasy Money by P.G. Wodehouse
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Good one!
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ReplyDeleteLaughing. What a ridiculous situation he must feel he's in. Thanks for sharing!
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