Wodehouse and Adams

Of all the fine writers I've read, there is no one that I have such strange longing to talk to as Douglas Adams. He talks about life, his art with such humanity and humor. I believe humor is humanity at its best. I've already mentioned it before once, somewhere, that I think all the wonderful writers I love have a great sense of humor. So I was pleasantly surprised on this Friday night after an exhausting night with Lee(ah-hem), to find a short passage, an introduction actually, Douglas Adams had written for Sunset at Blandings by P.G Wodehouse. I am not surprised that Douglas Adams holds Wodehouse in such high esteem, as fellow comedic, in my opinion, comedic geniuses--both of them. But I was moved too, that Adams talks about comedy as high art--and indeed it is. Comedy is sublime. I have always always felt such gratitude to writers/film-makers who can make me laugh. It is a joy unsurpassed by any other enjoyment, for me at least. It elevates me, Puts me in places life doesn't usually want to let me be in, and for a space of several pages, sometimes the length of entire books, I laugh, I am happy, I forget.

Adams describes the world in Sunset at Blandings as a pre-fall paradise and says this, "Of Course, Wodehouse never burdened himself with the task of justifying the ways of God to Man, but only of making Man, for a few hours at a time, inextinguishably happy."
I am indeed inextinguishably happy, sublimely so. Thank you P.G Wodehouse and Douglas Adams. For all the joys, always. The pleasure is all mine. Thank you.