There's a divinity that shapes our ends... Consider the case of Henry Pitfield Rice, Detective. OR the case of Bertie Wooster, tottering and trickling to the rescue of his not precisely intellectual cousin, under the basilisk eye of Aunt Agatha. Or the East End mongrel who mixed in Society. OR the King of Coney Island, the Super-Fan, or, of course, Henry Wallace Mills, of the two left feet.

Consider any or all of these twelve vintage cases of good eggs and decent chaps entangled in snares of young love...

God's in His Heaven, all's right with the Wodehouse world.