From P.G. Wodehouse’s The Code of the Woosters:

“Yes, sir. It is certainly a somewhat unfortunate state of affairs.”

I gave him one of my looks.

“Jeeves,” I said, “don’t try me too high. Not at a moment like this. Somewhat unfortunate, forsooth! Who was it you were telling me about the other day, on whose head all the sorrows of the world had come?”

“The Mona Lisa, sir.”

“Well, if I met the Mona Lisa at this moment, I would shake her by the hand and assure her that I knew just how she felt. You see before you, Jeeves, a toad beneath the harrow.”

“Yes, sir. The trousers perhaps a quarter of an inch higher, sir. One aims at the carelessly graceful break over the instep. It is a matter of the nicest adjustment.”

“Like that?”

“Admirable, sir.”

I sighed.

“There are moments, Jeeves, who one asks oneself, ‘Do trousers matter?'”

“The mood will pass, sir.”