A very specific and powerful Kryptonite: cheerfully dumb characters with one (1) intense skill that they don’t even realize is difficult and are therefore not prideful about. Bertie Wooster can flawlessly sight-read brand-new pieces for jazz piano while also sight-singing the lyrics, but only does it because he wants to listen to the song and he has to perform it in order to hear it. He finishes virtuosic prima vista performances with “I say, jolly clever lyric, that,” as if he’d been listening to it on the wireless. He just somehow drank an entire martini while simultaneously playing a ragtime piece by ear, and all he knows is that he is ready for a refill. He thinks his greatest talent is the ability to grow a mustache.
Jeeves: The new gentleman has a certain aesthetic charm but is mentally negligible; no doubt I—
Bertie: *playing Rhapsody in Blue, arranged for solo piano in his head after hearing it once the night before* Bit of a wheeze, this Gershwin fellow, what?
Jeeves:
Jeeves:
Bertie: I say, bit of a—
Jeeves: what
(via withthingsunreal)
