Great opening paragraphs. A limbering up exercise prior to National Novel Writing Month in November.
I was a shade perturbed. Nothing to signify, really, but still just a spot concerned. As I sat in the old flat, idly touching the strings of my banjolele, an instrument to which I have become greatly addicted of late, you couldn’t have said that the brow was actually furrowed, and yet, on the other hand, you couldn’t have stated absolutely that it wasn’t. Perhaps the word ‘pensive’ about covers it. It seemed to me that a situation fraught with embarrassing potentialities had arisen.
- Thank you, Jeeves, by P. G. Wodehouse. My review here.
I could have chosen almost anything by P. G. Wodehouse, but this comic masterpiece came first to hand. Bertie Wooster, reflecting on what will surely will involve much personal embarrassment, and Jeeves getting his way about the banjolele.