The creator of the inimitable Jeeves and Wooster, the frantic Psmith, and the eccentric Mulliners has matured. Now we have before us a completely different Woodhouse. He is just as funny, just as ironic. His stories are just as funny. But in Wodehouse's later stories there is no longer the grotesque. These are mature works of an experienced writer, a deep expert in human psychology. And the author laughs not so much at the absurd situations in which the heroes find themselves, but at the comedy of the very time in which they happened to live...

“...– By the way, Bella Mae Jobson will come by soon. Bingo laughed sweetly:– Old good Bella? She was there and floated away. - That is, how? - And so. I didn’t accept it. Perkis swayed: “They didn’t?” “That’s right.” Busy, busy, busy. He told me to state my complaints on one side of the sheet. I don’t know if you’ve ever seen “Hurricane,” such a film. I remembered it because something similar happened to Bingo. For some time, according to him, something thundered and swirled; then the remarks became clearer, and he concluded that this same Bella must be loved and cherished, cajoled and cajoled, creating an atmosphere of respectful admiration. “I’m sorry,” he said. - A misunderstanding, you know. I had no idea that this was a gift from fate, the creator of the chipmunks. It seemed to me that she was offering Dumas in a luxurious binding. Seeing that Perkis had covered his face with his hands, and also hearing the words “It’s... the end...”, he gently patted the owner on the shoulder and encouraged him: “Don’t worry!” “You have me.” “No,” answered the owner. - You're fired. - After which he left...”