The day had some emotionally taxing moments, some for me and some for my belovèd, which means all of it jointly, so in the quiet of the late night I settled into the well-yclept Stressless Recliner and fired up some re-re-re-re-read P. G. Wodehouse on the Kindle.
It does not of course take long for Sir Pelham to find the playful, ironic, romantic, silly strands of his readers’ minds. A turn of phrase here or there, and we are grinning or ROFLing or LOLing or just shaking our heads in sympathy right along at the oft predictable but oh-so-brilliantly-phrased insanity.
Such talent can only inspire as it is so many miles out of reach.
— Frenulum
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