i love the format of this narrative, it reads like a journal or a letter but it’s unclear what audience either possibility might have been written for. the narrator is an old butler in a distinguished house which is now owned by a younger american. he reminisces about the days past while driving out to the country for a rare vacation, pausing now and then to collect his thoughts on paper. he philosophizes on the essence of being a great butler and pulls out old memories which he tends to feel are disconnected from his thoughts, even though they rarely are. a picture emerges of how much he suppressed in order to attain this sense of dignity he deems integral to being a great butler and how unable he is to realize it.