I received a letter the day before yesterday from my old friend, Jaffery Chayne, which has inspired me to write the following account of that dear, bull-headed, Pantagruelian being.

I must say that I have been egged on to do so by my wife, of whom hereafter.

A man of my somewhat urbane and dilettante temperament does not do these things without being worried into them.

I had the inspiration, however.

I told Barbara (my wife), and she agreed, at the time, dutifully, that I ought to record our friend Jaffery's doings.