Yesterday and today have been considerably brightened by the P.G. Wodehouse novel, Sam the Sudden. This Sam is also an energetic capable sort of man, and I've spent the novel hoping that he would sit down and write a "walentine." While waiting, I've laughed even harder than the time my little brother told me about the Craig's List Santa and the cooler of beer back home in Hillyard.
But the touching love scene (in which the heroine reveals that she wouldn't mind if the hero alienated a rich uncle by staying in England in order to court her) gives the meeting of my two favorites:
'What?' he croaked huskily.
'I said why—do—you—not, Samivel?' whispered Kay.
