"Пэлем Грэнвил Вудхауз. Much obliged, Jeeves (Премного обязан, Дживс; англ.)" - читать интересную книгу автора

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OCR: Rojer, 2002
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P.G.Wodehouse. Much obliged, Jeeves



1

As I slid into my chair at the breakfast table and started to
deal with the toothsome eggs and bacon which Jeeves had given of
his plenty, I was conscious of a strange exhilaration, if I've got
the word right. Pretty good the set-up looked to me. Here I was,
back in the old familiar headquarters, and the thought that I had
seen the last of Totleigh Towers, of Sir Watkyn Bassett, of his
daughter Madeline and above all of the unspeakable Spode, or Lord
Sidcup as he now calls himself, was like the medium dose for adults
of one of those patent medicines which tone the system and impart a
gentle glow.
'These eggs, Jeeves,' I said. 'Very good. Very tasty.'
'Yes, sir?'
'Laid, no doubt, by contented hens. And the coffee, perfect.
Nor must I omit to give a word of praise to the bacon. I wonder if
you notice anything about me this morning.'
'You seem in good spirits, sir.'
'Yes, Jeeves, I am happy today.'
'I am very glad to hear it, sir.'
'You might say I'm sitting on top of the world with a rainbow
round my shoulder.'
'A most satisfactory state of affairs, sir.'
'What's the word I've heard you use from time to time - begins
with eu?'
'Euphoria, sir?'
'That's the one. I've seldom had a sharper attack of euphoria.
I feel full to the brim of Vitamin B. Mind you, I don't know how
long it will last. Too often it is when one feels fizziest that the
storm clouds begin doing their stuff.'
'Very true, sir. Full many a glorious morning have I seen
flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye, kissing with golden
face the meadows green, gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy,
Anon permit the basest clouds to ride with ugly rack on his
celestial face and from the forlorn world his visage hide, stealing
unseen to west with this disgrace.'
'Exactly,' I said. I couldn't have put it better myself. 'One