My little drinking/reading group got together last night to drink (naturally) and discuss The Remains of the Day, which I like to call "the Christopher Reeve book."
I proceeded to mock the main character, a rather stuffy butler.
"I do not know how to banter. I must buy a new suit of clothes for my motoring trip. I have no sense of humor. I think most things aren't proper. I wish there were more butlers around to talk to."
"I kept reading, hoping he would back the car over himself," I said, "and when he didn't I quit and played video games."