While the Jeeves stories are good, they can't hold a candle to the time when lawlessness raised its head at Blandings Castle, or to the effect of Mulliner's Buck-u-Uppo tonic on the Bishop and the Vicar (quoting from memory, e.&o.e):
"Tell him we're a couple of cats"
"We're a couple of cats"
"Oh, that's all right then" said Mulliner as he stood aside to let them in. The Bishop, being an artist at heart, mewed as he climbed in, to lend verisimilitude to the deception.
A perfect storm of wonderful English prose with a boundless absurdity of form and circumstance.
"Tell him we're a couple of cats"
"We're a couple of cats"
"Oh, that's all right then" said Mulliner as he stood aside to let them in. The Bishop, being an artist at heart, mewed as he climbed in, to lend verisimilitude to the deception.
A perfect storm of wonderful English prose with a boundless absurdity of form and circumstance.