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Jul. 22nd, 2009 09:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verity83Okay, I have to post the entire passage now, because I'm still laughing about it this morning.
It was not until [Psmith] had entered a florist's shop on the way to the tryst that it was borne in upon him that the adventure was going to have its drawbacks. The first of these was the chrysanthemum. Preoccupied with the rest of the communication, Psmith, when he had read the letter, had not given much thought to the decoration which it would be necessary for him to wear; and it was only when, in reply to his demand for a chrysanthemum, the florist came forward, almost hidden, like the army at Dunsinane, behind what looked like a small shrubbery, that he realised what he, a correct and fastidious dresser, was up against.
"Is that a chrysanthemum?"
"Yes, sir. Pink chrysanthemum."
"One?"
"Yes, sir. One pink chrysanthemum."
Psmith regarded the repellent object with disfavour through his eyeglass. Then, having placed it in his buttonhole, he proceeded on his way, feeling like some wild thing peering through the undergrowth. The distressing shrub completely spoiled his walk.
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Okay, so what was going through my mind as I read this was something along these lines: "Chrysanthemum. Oh, those are pretty. Wait. They're kind of big."
It was not until [Psmith] had entered a florist's shop on the way to the tryst that it was borne in upon him that the adventure was going to have its drawbacks. The first of these was the chrysanthemum. Preoccupied with the rest of the communication, Psmith, when he had read the letter, had not given much thought to the decoration which it would be necessary for him to wear; and it was only when, in reply to his demand for a chrysanthemum, the florist came forward, almost hidden, like the army at Dunsinane, behind what looked like a small shrubbery, that he realised what he, a correct and fastidious dresser, was up against.
"Is that a chrysanthemum?"
"Yes, sir. Pink chrysanthemum."
"One?"
"Yes, sir. One pink chrysanthemum."
Psmith regarded the repellent object with disfavour through his eyeglass. Then, having placed it in his buttonhole, he proceeded on his way, feeling like some wild thing peering through the undergrowth. The distressing shrub completely spoiled his walk.
***
Okay, so what was going through my mind as I read this was something along these lines: "Chrysanthemum. Oh, those are pretty. Wait. They're kind of big."
