Well, you've borne with me, and for that I'm very grateful. And so, as a belated (and somewhat unconventional) sign of my gratitude, I'm going to write another post. Hurrah!
We left off, if I remember correctly, with me about to tell you about P. G. Wodehouse, and quite right too. He was, arguably, one of the greatest comic writers in the United Kingdom, if not the world. The fact that his plotlines were wildly improbable and bewilderingly elaborate was irrelevant, because you knew that no matter what happened, his characters would end up doing the strangest - and funniest - things in order to get themselves out of the sticky situations they inevitably found themselves in. Then, just when you thought everything was going to go horribly wrong, some cool, calm, level-headed person (usually a butler) would step in and sort the whole thing out without anybody noticing. It has to be read to be believed, honestly it does.
I'm at something of a loss as to how to describe Mr. Wodehouse's comic genius further, so rather than ramble blindly onwards for another paragraph or so I think I'll stop this post here. That'll give me some time to think about what I'm going to talk about next.
