The thing really started in the Park—at the Marble Arch end—where weird birds of every description collect on Sunday afternoons and stand on soapboxes and make speeches.
See, here is one of those times I had been warned about. What with the old-fashioned view on human rights and so on and so forth. But here is also the time when I find myself confirmed in my opinion that the sensible thing to do is keeping up suspension of disbelief, or whatever the term is. One can't approach historical documents with the arrogance of appliying to them today's criteria, which by the way we in our time are often far from satisfying. Did the upper classes prey on the lower, unjustly displaced from the countryside by the Enclosure Acts and thrown into the cities to serve the industrial revolution? Yes, they did. Would Wooster be a willing party in any preying? Of course not. What is even more important, would PGW? Resoundingly not! PGW was the chap who wrote the story of Lord Emsworth and the cockney girl who liked flahrz, a story which can only come from an authentically kind heart. I personally find no contradiction in grieving the past (and by the way, also worrying about how the present is striving to repeat it on the backs on the workers, in the First World as well as in the Second, Third and any additional world), and at the same time enjoying the dismay of Wooster and Jeeves at the spectacle offered by Little's recent associates. I remain waiting for the resolution of the current business... Until next instalment.
See, here is one of those times I had been warned about. What with the old-fashioned view on human rights and so on and so forth. But here is also the time when I find myself confirmed in my opinion that the sensible thing to do is keeping up suspension of disbelief, or whatever the term is. One can't approach historical documents with the arrogance of appliying to them today's criteria, which by the way we in our time are often far from satisfying. Did the upper classes prey on the lower, unjustly displaced from the countryside by the Enclosure Acts and thrown into the cities to serve the industrial revolution? Yes, they did. Would Wooster be a willing party in any preying? Of course not. What is even more important, would PGW? Resoundingly not! PGW was the chap who wrote the story of Lord Emsworth and the cockney girl who liked flahrz, a story which can only come from an authentically kind heart. I personally find no contradiction in grieving the past (and by the way, also worrying about how the present is striving to repeat it on the backs on the workers, in the First World as well as in the Second, Third and any additional world), and at the same time enjoying the dismay of Wooster and Jeeves at the spectacle offered by Little's recent associates. I remain waiting for the resolution of the current business... Until next instalment.