From: kannan@lamar.ColoState.EDU (Kannan Subramanian)
Subject: Extracts 
Date: Fri, 22 Jan 1993 22:12:30 GMT
Organization: Colorado State University



Two gems from the Mulliner world. 

-- (opener from "The Story of William")

Miss Postlethwaite, our able and vigilant barmaid, had whispered to us that
the gentleman sitting over there in the corner was an American gentleman.

"Comes from America," added Miss Postlethwaite, making her meaning clearer.

"From America?" echoed we.

"From America," said Miss Postlethwaite. "He's an American."

-- from "The Juice of an Orange" in "The Mulliners of Hollywood" - PGW --

			   (begin extract)

The advice all good doctors give to those who have been disappointed in love
is to eat lightly. Fail to do this, and the result is as inevitable as the
climax of a Greek tragedy. No man, however gifted his gastric juices, can go
on indefinitely brooding over a lost love and sailing into the starchy foods
simultaneously. It was not long before indigestion gripped Wilmot, and for 
almost the first time in his life he was compelled to consult a physician. 
And the one he selected was a man of drastic views. 

"On rising," he told Wilmot, "take the juice of an orange. For luncheon, the
juice of an orange. And for dinner the juice" - he paused a moment before 
springing the big surprise - "of an orange. For the rest, I am not an 
advocate of nourishment between meals, but I am inclined to think that,
should you become faint during the day - or possibly the night - there will 
be no harm in your taking ... well, yes, I really see no reason why you should
not take the juice of - let us say - an orange."

Wilmot stared. His manner resembled that of a wolf on the steppes of Russia
who, expecting a peasant, is fobbed off with wafer biscuit.

"But aren't you leaving out something?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"How about steaks?"

"Most decidedly no steaks."

"Chops, then?"

"Absolutely no chops."

"But the way I figure it out - check my figures in case I'm wrong - you're
suggesting that I live solely on orange-juice."

"On the juice of an orange," corrected the doctor. "Precisely. Take your 
orange. Divide it into two equal parts. Squeeze on a squeezer. Pour into 
a glass ... or cup," he added, for he was not the man to be finicky about 
small details, "and drink."

Put like that, it sounded a good and even amusing trick, but Wilmot left 
the consulting room with his heart bowed down. He was a young man who all his
life had been accustomed to take his meals in a proper spirit of seriousness,
grabbing everything there was and, if there was no more, filling up with 
biscuits and butter. The vista which this doctor had opened up struck him as
bleak to a degree and I think that, had not a couple of wild cats at this
moment suddenly started a rather ugly fight inside him, he would have abandoned
the whole project. 

The cats, however, decided him. He stopped at the nearest market and ordered
a crate of oranges to be dispatched to his address. Then, having purchased a 
squeezer, he was ready to begin the new life. 

-- end extract. 

Incidentally, for die-hard Bertie and Jeeves fans, who was Bertie's valet
before he hired Jeeves? And who did Jeeves work for before Bertie? 

cheers,
kannan

ps - "Wilberforce"  & "Reginald" are right.