I extended my hand from under the blanket, and rang the bell for Jeeves. Promptly, he shimmered in, with one of his pick-me-ups on a silver salver.
‘Good evening, Jeeves.’
‘Good morning, sir.’
‘Is it morning?’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘But it seems pretty gloomy and dark outside,’ I said.
‘Winter is already upon us, sir. In the depth of winter, we learn that within us lies an invincible summer, sir.’
‘Shakespeare, Jeeves?’
‘Albert Camus, sir.’
I sipped the tissue restorative in a mood of quiet repose.
‘Well, what goes on in the great world?’
‘There are several messages for you on WhatsApp, sir. On Facebook, you have messages from Mr. Gussie Fink-Nottle, Ms. Florence Craye and Ms. Stiffy Byng. Aunt Dahlia wants to chat with you over Skype. A blogger on WordPress desires to have an audience with you. On LinkedIn, Sir Watkyn Bassett wishes to connect with you. Several tweets…
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