The most lavish P. G. Wodehouse collection ever published. In addition to Wodehouse's best known and beloved Jeeves and Bertie stories, The Most of P. G. Wodehouse features delightful stories about The Drones Club and its affable, vacuous members: Mr. Mulliner, whose considered judgment on any and all topics is drawn from the experiences of his innumerable relatives; Stanley Featherstonehaugh Ukridge, the man of gilt-edged schemes; and Lord Emsworth, ruler of all he surveys at Blanding's Castle. Rounding out the collection are Wodehouses's witty golf stories and a complete and completely hilarious novel, Quick Service. As Jeeves would say, "The mind boggles, sir." Christopher Buckley author of Little Green Men It is impossible to be unhappy while reading the adventures of Jeeves and Wooster. And I've tried. Kurt Andersen author of Turn of the Century Wodehouse can be extremely funny, of course, and Bertie and Jeeves are echt-Englishmen, but the surprising and surpassing pleasure of these books is their cheerful humanity. Reading Wodehouse always makes me feel good. David Foster Wallace author of Brief Interviews with Hideous Men Timelessly funny and mean. Evelyn Waugh Mr. Wodehouse's idyllic world can never stale. He will continue to release future generations from captivity that may be more irksome than our own. He has made a world for us to live in and delight in. "It is impossible to be unhappy while reading the adventures of Jeeves and Wooster. And I've tried."--Christopher Buckley, author of "Little Green Men" "Wodehouse can be extremely funny, of course, and Bertie and Jeeves are echt-Englishmen, but the surprising and surpassing pleasure of these books is their cheerful humanity. Reading Wodehouse always makes me feel good."—Kurt Andersen, author of "Turn of the Century" "Timelessly funny and mean."—David Foster Wallace, author of "Brief Interviews with Hideous Men" "Mr. Wodehouse's idyllic world can never stale. He will continue to release future generations from captivity that may be more irksome than our own. He has made a world for us to live in and delight in."—Evelyn Waugh The most Lavish P. G. Wodehouse collection ever published. In addition to Wodehouse's best-known and beloved Jeeves and Bertie stories, The Most of P. G. Wodehouse features delightful stories about The Drones Club and its affable, vacuous members: Mr. Mulliner, whose considered judgment on any and all topics is drawn from the experiences of his innumerable relatives; Stanley Featherstonehaugh Ukridge, the man of gilt-edged schemes; and Lord Emsworth, ruler of all he surveys at Blanding's Castle. Rounding out the collection are Wodehouse's witty golf stories and a complete and completely hilarious novel, Quick Service. As Jeeves would say, "The mind boggles, sir". Sir Pelham Grenville Wodehouse (1881-1975) was an English humorist who wrote novels, short stories, plays, lyrics, and essays, all with the same light touch of gentle satire. He is best known as the creator of the bumbling Bertie Wooster and his all-knowing valet, Jeeves. Fate It was the hour of the morning snifter, and a little group of Eggs and Beans and Crumpets had assembled in the smoking room of the Drones Club to do a bit of inhaling. There had been a party of sorts overnight, and the general disposition of the company was toward a restful and somewhat glassy-eyed silence. This was broken at length by one of the Crumpets. "Old Freddie's back," he observed. Some moments elapsed before any of those present felt equal to commenting on this statement. Then a Bean spoke. "Freddie who?" "Freddie Widgeon." "Back where?" "Back here." "I mean, back from what spot?" "New York." "I didn't know Freddie had been to New York." "Well, you can take it from me he has. Or else how," argued the Crumpet, "could he have got back?" The Bean considered the point. "Something in that," he agreed. "What sort of a time did he have?" "Not so good. He lost the girl he loved." "I wish I had a quid for every girl Freddie Widgeon has loved and lost," sighed an Egg wistfully. "If I had, I shouldn't be touching you for a fiver." "You aren't," said the Crumpet. The Bean frowned. His head was hurting him, and he considered that the conversation was becoming sordid. "How did he lose his girl?" "Because of the suitcase." "What suitcase?" "The suitcase he carried for the other girl." "What other girl?" "The one he carried the suitcase for." The Bean frowned again. "A bit complex, all this, isn't it?" he said. "Hardly the sort of stuff, I mean, to spring on personal friends who were up a trifle late last night." "It isn't really," the Crumpet assured him. "Not when you know the facts. The way old Freddie told me the story it was as limpid as dammit. And what he thinks -- and what I think, too -- is that it just shows what toys we are in the hands of Fate, if you know what I mean. I mean to say, it's no good worrying and trying to lo