15 December 2010

Bertie Wooster, Batman

Alfred Pennyworth has so much in common with Jeeves.

“Enough talk about that, Jeeves. I think I’ve made it quite clear that the cape represents my bat-wings, for I am a child of the night, and so forth.”

“Could not some other form of abstraction suffice, sir?”

“Well, without the wings, I’m hardly a bat, am I? I’m sort of a black badger.”

“I understand badgers can be quite nasty in a pinch.”

“Yes, but it’s not like a great roaring badger came smashing through my window at Brinkley, is it? It was a bat. That’s an omen, Jeeves. Can’t mess about with omens, that’s bad luck.”

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