P.G. Wodehouse
Quotes
Boyhood, like measles, is one of those complaints which a man should catch young and have done with, for when it comes in middle life it is apt to be serious.
The Adventures of SallyThe fascination of shooting as a sport depends almost wholly on whether you are at the right or wrong end of the gun.
The Adventures of SallyHas anybody ever seen a drama critic in the daytime? Of course not. They come out after dark, up to no good.
The Adventures of SallyHe trusted neither of them as far as he could spit, and he was a poor spitter, lacking both distance and control.
The Adventures of SallyIt was a cold, disapproving gaze, such as a fastidious luncher who was not fond of caterpillars might have directed at one which he had discovered in his portion of salad...
The Adventures of SallyHe wore the unmistakable look of a man about to be present at a row between women, and only a wet cat in a strange backyard bears itself with less jauntiness than a man faced by such a prospect.
Piccadilly JimAt the age of eleven or thereabouts women acquire a poise and an ability to handle difficult situations which a man, if he is lucky, manages to achieve somewhere in the later seventies.
The Adventures of SallyIt was one of those cold, clammy, accusing sort of eyes--the kind that makes you reach up to see if your tie is straight: and he looked at me as I were some sort of unnecessary product which Cuthbert the Cat had brought in after a ramble among the local ash-cans.
The Adventures of SallyAnd she's got brains enough for two, which is the exact quantity the girl who marries you will need.
The Adventures of SallyA man's subconscious self is not the ideal companion. It lurks for the greater part of his life in some dark den of its own, hidden away, and emerges only to taunt and deride and increase the misery of a miserable hour.
The Adventures of SallyThere are some things a chappie's mind absolutely refuses to picture, and Aunt Julia singing 'Rumpty-tiddley-umpty-ay' is one of them.
The Man With Two Left FeetThe village of Market Blandings is one of those sleepy hamlets which modern progress has failed to touch... The church is Norman, and the intelligence of the majority of the natives palaeozoic.
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