The Hurtful Heights Of Humor

by Timothy Lusch

Farce Can Be a Fine Kick In The Arse

Piccadilly Jim by P.G. Wodehouse

Ever laugh so hard your belly hurts? For those of you who need a little levity and have been avoiding this blog because, well, it’s so “existential” (actual reader comment), as if Flannery O’ Connor doesn’t make you laugh,  here is some of the best fun in the English language.  P.G. Wodehouse needs no introduction from me, but many people these days don’t seem to know him outside of PBS.  If Downton Abbey was downright hilarious it might approach the humorous heights of Wodehouse.  It wouldn’t hurt to take a break from Seth Rogen movies and Jimmy Kimmel clips would it? Get Wodehouse.  Pick a book, any book, and the only regret you will have is not having done so sooner.

“He wore the unmistakable look of a man about to be present at a row between women, and only a wet cat in a strange backyard bears itself with less jauntiness than a man faced by such a prospect.”