P.G. Wodehouse
Quotes
Even at normal times Aunt Dahlia's map tended a little towards the crushed strawberry. But never had I seen it take on so pronounced a richness as now. She looked like a tomato struggling for self-expression.
Right Ho, Jeeves"She loves this newt-nuzzling blister."
Right Ho, JeevesIt is never difficult to distinguish between a Scotsman with a grievance and a ray of sunshine.
Blandings Castle"Jeeves," I said, and I am free to admit that in my emotion I bleated like a lamb drawing itself to the attention of the parent sheep, "what the dickens is all this?"
Right Ho, JeevesBesides, isn't there something in the book of rules about a man may not marry his cousin? Or am I thinking of grandmothers?
Right Ho, JeevesThough never for an instant faltering in my opinion that Augustus Fink-Nottle was Nature's final word in cloth-headed guffins, I liked the man, wished him well.
Right Ho, JeevesIt's only about once in a lifetime that anything sensational ever happens to one, and when it does, you don't want people taking all the colour out of it. I remember at school having to read that stuff where that chap, Othello, tells the girl what a hell of a time he'd been having among the cannibals and what not. Well, imagine his feelings if, after he had described some particularly sticky passage with a cannibal chief and was waiting for the awestruck "Oh-h! Not really?", she had said that the whole thing had no doubt been greatly exaggerated and that the man had probably really been a prominent local vegetarian.
Right Ho, Jeeves"Oh, yes, he thinks a lot of you. I remember his very words. 'Mr Wooster, miss,' he said, 'is, perhaps, mentally somewhat negligible but he has a heart of gold.'"
Thank You, JeevesI remember when I was a kid at school having to learn a poem of sorts about a fellow named Pig-something — a sculptor he would have been, no doubt — who made a statue of a girl, and what should happen one morning but that the bally thing suddenly came to life. A pretty nasty shock for the chap, of course.
Right Ho, JeevesMy Aunt Agatha, the curse of the Home Counties and a menace to one and all.
Right Ho, JeevesThere is enough sadness in life without having fellows like Gussie Fink-Nottle going about in sea boots.
Right Ho, Jeeves"And, anyway, no matter how much you may behave like the deaf adder of Scripture which, as you are doubtless aware, the more one piped, the less it danced, or words to that effect, I shall carry on as planned. "
Right Ho, Jeeves


