‘Across the pale parabola of Joy . . .’
Psmith knitted his brow. It was just the sort of line which was likely to have puzzled his patroness, Lady Constance, and he anticipated that she would come to him directly he arrived and ask for an explanation. It would obviously be a poor start for his visit to confess that he had no theory as to its meaning himself. He tried it again.
Leave it to Psmith
The widely reported outbreak of COVID-19-induced leisure time is making me dashed resentful. While others are working on first novels, starting podcasts, and creating art, I’m barely managing the demands of working and schooling from home — and cleaning up all the additional mess we’re creating. Spare time for pondering on the topic of Plum is in regrettably short supply.
But I am grateful to have avoided the dreadful virus so far and hope that you, too, are in the pink.
The new The P.G. Wodehouse Book Club is trickling along. This week we’re discussing Leave it to Psmith. In the absence of writing time, I’ve created an interactive cryptogram:
If you enjoy it, try these other Wodehouse puzzles:
Happy puzzling!
HP
