Yes. :) Your recent post sent me straight to the Society's website, and after a bit of back and forth with Seona Ford and the sales team we established that they still had a copy each, even of the books already listed as "sold out", so I'm now happily in possession of her collected crime fiction reviews, a collection of her essays (on Oxford, academia and religion, as well as the "Wimsey Papers"), plus the play "Love All", and the collection of text on Sayers & Wimsey by various other crime writers, compiled on the occasion of his 1990 centenary ... and beginning and concluding, respectively, with P.D. James's and Edward Petherbridge's addresses at his Nov. 24, 1990 birthday luncheon.
A paean of chivalry, possessed of many contradictory qualities, and (paraphrasing) a most up-to-date and modern anachronism -- in a character who thought himself an anachronism even while he himself was still young. It's not a long text, but a very fitting conclusion to the whole collection.
Quote: "When I think of him I realise how very far short of him I fall, but of course through the pretence of acting many truths can be discovered" ....
That's his "butter wouldn't melt" look. Highly suspicious. I'm attributing it to (a) either the fact that he's perfectly aware that he's photobombing something and is tickled pink that I'm actually using the photobomb instead of chasing him away ("Got mom's attention! Yey me!!"), or (b) some as-yet undiscovered mischief that I'll probably fall over the moment I want to go to bed.
Btw, the last-mentioned volume ("Encounters with Lord Peter") refers to Edward Petherbridge as "the definitive Peter Wimsey" ...
Charlie looks far too dignified to grin like a Cheshire Cat.