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216 pages, Paperback
First published October 4, 1919
Two tramps of supernatural exuberance called at the cottage shortly after breakfast to ask George, whom they had never even consulted about their marriages, to help support their wives and children.
Already a second edition of his chin had been published, and the perfectly-cut morning coat which encased his upper section bulged out in an opulent semi-circle.
'... I *am* in love with your daughter. I was from the first moment I saw her. I always shall be. She is the only girl in the world!'However... and this doesn't qualify as a 'caveat'; it would be hard to apply 'caveat' seriously to a Wodehouse work: the products of generally the first half of Wodehouse's career (roughly 30 novels; he wrote around 70 in all) may not be the ones you would want to start with. I'm getting the impression that Wodehouse-at-his-best (i.e., most effective) may have blossomed somewhere between 20-30 years into his career.
'Stuff and nonsense!'
'Not at all. Absolute, cold fact.'
'You have known her so little time.'
'Long enough.'
Lord Marshsmorten sighed. 'You are upsetting things terribly.'
'Things are upsetting *me* terribly.'
'You are causing a great deal of trouble and annoyance.'
'So did Romeo.'
'Eh?'
'I said - So did Romeo.'
'I don't know anything about Romeo.'
'As far as love is concerned, I begin where he left off.'
From the Hills of Fairyland soft music came. Or, if we must be exact, Maud spoke.In 'ADID', Wodehouse's story itself is rather singular. In George Bevan, the author has a protagonist who is not British but American - a composer (said to be based on George Gershwin, who would later be responsible for musicalizing a 1937 film version). George is a wonderfully charming character - soon caught up, naturally, in love-match-related brouhaha.
Such a one, in George's opinion, was this gurgling excrescence underneath the silk hat. He comprised in his single person practically all the qualities which George disliked most. He was, for a young man, extraordinarily obese. Already a second edition of his chin had been published, and the perfectly-cut morning coat which encased his upper section bulged out in an opulent semi-circle. He wore a little moustache, which to George's prejudiced eye seemed more a complaint than a moustache. His face was red, his manner dictatorial, and he was touched in the wind. Take him for all in all he looked like a bit of bad news.Ah, so lovely, and so very British.