There's nothing like a true baseball fan, especially in London.

P.G. Woodhouse, today on the Classic Tales podcast. Thank you for listening.

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Today's story is from the short story collection,

The Man with Two Left Feet and Other Stories.

Next week, we'll begin an eight-part Woodhouse series,

so be sure to check in.

And now, A Touch of Nature, by P.G. Woodhouse.

Thank you. by P.G. Woodhouse. The feelings of Mr. J. Wilmot-Birdsey, as he stood wedged in the crowd that moved inch by

inch towards the gates of the Chelsea football ground, rather resembled those of a starving man

who has just been given a meal,

but realizes that he is not likely to get another for many days.

He was full and happy.

He bubbled over with the joy of living and warm affection

for his fellow man.

At the back of his mind there lurked the black shadow of

future privations, but for the moment he did not allow it to disturb him. On this maddest, merriest day

of all the glad new year, he was content to revel in the present and allow the future to take

care of itself.

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