Bertie is positively knee-deep in the old Boolean.

Can his new man Jeeves help him out?

P.G. Woodhouse, today on the Classic Tales podcast.

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Now, touching this business of old Jeeves, my man, you know, how do we stand?

Lots of people think I'm much too dependent on him.

My aunt Agatha, in fact, has even gone so far as to call him my keeper.

Well, what I say is, why not?

The man's a genius.

From the collar upward, he stands alone.

I gave up trying to run my own affairs within a week of his coming to me.

That was about half a dozen years ago, directly after the rather rummy business of

Florence Cray, my Uncle Willieby's book, and Edwin, the Boy Scout. The thing really began when I got

back to Easeby, my uncle's place in Shropshire. I was spending a week or so there, as I generally did in the summer,

and I had had to break my visit to come back to London to get a new valet. I had found Meadows,

the fellow I had taken to ease me with me, sneaking my silk socks, a thing no bloke of spirit

could stick at any price. It transpiring, moreover, that he had looted a lot of other things here and there about the place,

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