What is the best balm for a ruffled mind, one with a little bit on it? There may be many solutions to this oft-repeated query. There can be one useful answer though: the world of Wodehouse. Guaranteed a chuckle, much more of course than the wolly ba-lamb clearing its throat on a distant, misty hilltop. The idyllic world of Wodehouse, to quote Evelyn Waugh, has given humankind much joy. Salut maitre!
All this courtesy a weekend raid at the local British Library (yes, that same old snob-story) yielded for a change, some readable fare, quite suited for the old curl-up-in-bed-during-a-rainy-day. The usual suspects were unearthed: a Wodehouse compilation, quite aptly titled Weekend Wodehouse, a Marple omnibus of 4 novels (yippee!) and David Gower's autobio.
My attempts to up the tempo on my reading has led to an inundation of books to read: apart from the BCL haul, got Atlas Shrugged and two books related to Computer histories (not too technical thankfully).