Floating on the back and gazing up into the turquoise sky,Lord Emsworth thrilled at the thought.He kicked sportively in a spasm of pure happiness.But this, he felt, was not enough.It failed to express his full happiness.To the ecstasy of this golden moment only music-that mystic language of the soul-could really do justice.The next instant there had cut quiveringly into the summer stillness that hung over the gardens of Blandings Castle a sudden sharp wail that seemed to tell of a human being in mortal distress. It was the voice of Lord Emsworth,raised in song. It was a gruesome sound,calculated to startle the stoutest:and two bees,buzzing among the lavender,stopped as one bee and looked at each other with raised eyebrows.Nor were they alone affected.Snails withdrew into their shells:a squirrel doing calisthenics on the cedar nearly fell off its branch:and moving a step up in the animal kingdom-the Rev.Rupert Bingham,standing behind the rhododendron bushes and wondering how long it would be before the girl he loved came to keep her tryst,started violently,dropped his cigarette and,tearing off his coat,rushed to the waters edge. Out in the middle of the lake,Lord Emsworths transports continued undiminished.His dancing feet kicked up a flurry of foam.His short-sighted,but sparkling eyes stared into the blue.His voice rose to a pulsing scream. Love me, sang Lord Emsworth,and the wo-o-o-orld is -ah-mi-yun! COMPANY FOR GERTRUDE( Blandings Castle And Elsewhere)
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