Sonnet 18

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

William Shakespeare

Very Good, Jeeves!

Very Good, Jeeves! by P.G. Wodehouse

Short stories of hijinks.

Comedies of resolving engagements. Dealing with kids, who are the usual Wodehouse brats. The martial life of Bingo Little. Once, Bertie is even in a romance that Jeeves has to deal with.

big, little, big, little

Was plugging along on a story.

Knew there was a character, a servant, who knew about a cursed prince. Needed him as a plot device to keep the prince alive, and also he gave me a way to keep the prince busy. Made him a big solid guy, a huntsman.

So writing along on the outline and realized that I had to name this servant. I dug up a name, decided it looked good, and if it's a diminutive, it's ironic he has it.

Put it down on the character list. Character started to wonder whether he could be a lean and wiry huntsman instead.

Ah, the game of names.