#044: Jeeves & Wooster
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vocab_drabblesTitle: Vituperate
Fandom: Jeeves & Wooster
Rating: Gen
Length: 200
Summary: Sometimes Bertie does know the word he wants. Quote is from Edgar Allan Poe's "Never Bet the Devil Your Head."
“…of course, I had no wish to vituperate my new friend, a kindly word to make him aware of what his Bouvier des Flandres was doing to my trouser leg would no doubt suffice…”
Jeeves halted. I looked about the street in search of the origin of his reaction, but to no avail.
“What ho, Jeeves?”
“Vituperate, sir.”
“It means to give someone a tongue lashing of the ripest order, something like what Aunt Agatha gave me when I refused to enter into the sacrament of marriage with that beazel of the melon-sized adenoids and seventeen cats.”
“Yes, that is precisely what it means.”
“You needn’t look like that, Jeeves. Sometimes I do know the word I want.”
“Of course, sir. I apologise for my surprise.”
“Apology unnecessary. I only know it because I’ve a distant relation who named his dog Toby Dammit.”
“Sir?”
“Poe. ’It is not my design, therefore, to vituperate my deceased friend, Toby Dammit. He was a sad dog, it is true, and a dog's death it was that he died; but he himself was not to blame for his vices.’ Were we all able to say the same, Jeeves.”
“Indeed, sir. Now about the trousers…”
Fandom: Jeeves & Wooster
Rating: Gen
Length: 200
Summary: Sometimes Bertie does know the word he wants. Quote is from Edgar Allan Poe's "Never Bet the Devil Your Head."
“…of course, I had no wish to vituperate my new friend, a kindly word to make him aware of what his Bouvier des Flandres was doing to my trouser leg would no doubt suffice…”
Jeeves halted. I looked about the street in search of the origin of his reaction, but to no avail.
“What ho, Jeeves?”
“Vituperate, sir.”
“It means to give someone a tongue lashing of the ripest order, something like what Aunt Agatha gave me when I refused to enter into the sacrament of marriage with that beazel of the melon-sized adenoids and seventeen cats.”
“Yes, that is precisely what it means.”
“You needn’t look like that, Jeeves. Sometimes I do know the word I want.”
“Of course, sir. I apologise for my surprise.”
“Apology unnecessary. I only know it because I’ve a distant relation who named his dog Toby Dammit.”
“Sir?”
“Poe. ’It is not my design, therefore, to vituperate my deceased friend, Toby Dammit. He was a sad dog, it is true, and a dog's death it was that he died; but he himself was not to blame for his vices.’ Were we all able to say the same, Jeeves.”
“Indeed, sir. Now about the trousers…”
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Date: 2023-01-15 11:49 pm (UTC)