"Dash it, there are hundreds of things you can say. Talk about the sunset."
"The sunset?"
"Certainly. Half the married men you meet began by talking about the sunset."
"But what can I say about the sunset?"
"Well, Jeeves got off a good one the other day. I met him siring the dog in the park one evening, and he said, 'Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, sir, and all the air a solemn stillness holds.' You might use that."
"What sort of landscape?"
"Glimmering. G for 'gastritis,' L for 'lizard' - "
"Oh, glimmering? Yes, that's not bad. Glimmering landscape, solemn stillness. . . . Yes, I call that pretty good."
"You could then say that you have often thought that the stars are God's daisy chain."
"But I haven't."
"I dare say not. But she has. Hand her that one, and I don't see how she can help feeling that you are a twin soul."
(from Right Ho, Jeeves, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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