Kashyap Joshi - Audiobooks/Ring for Jeeves
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ring for Jeeves by PG Wodehouse Chapter one. The waiter, who had slipped out to make a quick telephone call, came back into the coffee room of the goose and gherkin, wearing the starry eyed look of a man who has just learned that he has backto long priced winner. He earned to share his happiness with someone, and the only possible confidante was the woman at the table near the door who was having a small gin and tonic and wiling away the time by reading a book of spiritualist IQ interest, he decided to tell her the good news. I don't know if you would care to know, madam, he said in a voice that throbbed with emotion. But Whistler's mother won the oaks. The woman looked up regarding him with large, dark, soulful eyes, as if he had been something recently assembled from ectoplasm. The what? The Oaks Madam and what are the oaks? It seemed incredible to the waiter that there should be anyone in England who could ask such a question, but he had already gathered that the lady was an American lady, an American ladies he knew, are often ignorant of the fundamental facts of life he had once met one who had wanted to know what a football pool wass. It's an annual horse race madam reserved for fillies, by which I mean that it comes off once a year on the male. Sex isn't allowed to compete. It's Ronit Epsom Downs the day before the darby of which you have no doubt heard. Yes, I have heard of the Darby. It is your big race over here, is it not? He s madam. What is sometimes termed a classic. The oaks is run the day before it, though in previous years, the day after. By which I mean, said the waiter, hoping he was not being too abstruse. It used to be run the day following the Darby, but now they've changed it. And Whistler's mother won this race. You call the oaks? He asked madam by a couple of lengths. I was on five. Bob. I see. Well, that's fine, isn't it? Will you bring me another gin and tonic? Certainly, Madam Whistler's mother said the waiter in a sort of ecstasy. What a beauty! He went out. The woman resumed her reading. Quiet descended on the coffee room