One of my favourite eccentrics of all time is Psmith (“In conversation, you may call me Rupert (though I hope you won’t)…”), a creation of the late nonpareil P.G. Wodehouse. “There is a preliminary P before the name. This, however, is silent. Like the tomb. Compare such words as ptarmigan, psalm, and phthisis.”
His upper-class version of Socialism consists of addressing everyone as Comrade, and giving other men’s umbrellas to pretty girls who get caught in the rain. “I’ve just become a Socialist. It’s a great scheme. You ought to be one. You work for the equal distribution of property, and start by collaring all you can and sitting on it.”
Witty, courteous and faultlessly dressed, he is ready for any escapade that presents itself. Turn a kiddies’ magazine into a red-hot weapon of investigative journalism? Yes. Masquerade as a Canadian poet in an English stately home in order to pinch a diamond necklace (strictly from the best of motives)? Absolutely. And all without turning a hair, since he is constitutionally incapable of taking almost anything seriously.
Psmith can be encountered in Mike and Psmith, Psmith in the City, Psmith Journalist and Leave It To Psmith. I highly recommend them all, naturally – I even at one point considered changing my name to Psmith.
Who is your own favourite eccentric (fictional or otherwise)? Be so good as to introduce us in the comments section below.
Probably Ms. Frizzle, from the Magic School Bus. She wore the kind of dress that requires a crinoline, always in a crazy kitchy fabric that matched whatever the theme of the day was. And her shoes and earrings always went with her outfit.
I remember her! I like it when people take a convention – e.g. matching shoes & accessories – and have some fun with it.
Beret Guy comes to mind. For example: xkcd 1293: Job Interview.
Heh heh. I want to know how he got plug-in soup – I could use one of those at my desk in winter.