I mean you don’t really think anyone would walk around in that, do you?

It’s a sign of things to come, but it’s meant to be interpreted, not duplicated.

“Jeeves, I believe I’d like to go for a trot in the park today. In fact, if you would be so kind as to fetch me some white makeup from my wife’s toilette?”

“Madam’s makeup, sir?”

“Yes, of course, that’s what I said, isn’t it? And I’ll need you to find me a lady’s wig, ringlets, if you please. And then I think I shall need some high-heeled clogs–you know, the ones that diminish the size of one’s feet?”

“H-high heels, sir? Begging your pardon, sir, but are you feeling quite all right? Forgive me, but it seems all rather…odd.”

“I feel a call of the wild in my soul, Jeeves. I wish to commune with my kind.”

“With your kind… Er, would it not be better, sir, if I were to call a man for you here, in the privacy of your own home? Madam will not return for at least six hours, yet…”

“A man?! What the devil are you talking about? I’ve just purchased a satyr costume from John Galliano!”

“I…I see… Perhaps a… a goat, then?”

“I beg your pardon?!”