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255 pages, Paperback
First published April 12, 1935
The master of Blandings was one of those fluffy-minded old gentlemen who are happiest when experimenting with strange drugs. In a less censorious age, he would have been a Borgia.or his view of his fellow man:
"She is seeing far too much of this man Watkins."Granted - and in a style typical of lighthearted angst - many of those the Earl happens upon are grating:
"Well, so am I, for the matter of that. So is everybody who sees him more than once."
In matters where shades of feeling are involved, it is not always easy for the historian to be as definite as he could wish. He wants to keep the record straight, and yet he cannot take any one particular moment of time, pin it down for the scrutiny of Posterity and say, 'This was the moment when Lord Emsworth for the first time found himself wishing that his guest would tumble out of an upper window and break his neck.'But ultimately Wodehouse grows magnanimous towards his principal fop and, in the final story, bestows on him something very unlikely: saving grace.