When a girl uses six derogatory adjectives in her attempt to paint the portrait of the loved one, it means something. One may indicate a merely temporary tiff. Six is big stuff.
Well, there it is. That’s Jeeves. Where others merely smite the brow and clutch the hair, he acts. Napoleon was the same.
I pity the shrimp that matches wits with you Jeeves.
I clutched at the brow. The mice in my interior had now got up an informal dance and were buck-and-winging all over the place like a bunch of Nijinskys.
He felt like a man who, chasing rainbows, has had one of them suddenly turn and bite him in the leg.
Intoxicated? The word did not express it by a mile. He was oiled, boiled, fried, plastered, whiffled, sozzled, and blotto.
No one so dislikes being punished unjustly as the person who might have been punished justly on scores of previous occasions, if he had only been found out.
A girl who bonnets a policeman with an ashcan full of bottles is obviously good wife-and-mother timber.
That’s always the way in this world. The chappies you’d like to lend money to won’t let you, whereas the chappies you don’t want to lend it to will do everything except actually stand you on your head and lift the specie out of your pockets.
If he had a mind, there was something on it.
Why do dachshunds wear their ears inside out?
We Woosters freeze like the dickens when we seek sympathy and meet with cold reserve. “Nothing further Jeeves”, I said with quiet dignity.
Warm-hearted! I should think he has to wear asbestos vests!
I suppose he must have taken about a nine or something in hats. Shows what a rotten thing it is to let your brain develop too much.
A man who has spent most of his adult life trying out a series of patent medicines is always an optimist.
In your walks about London you will sometimes see bent, haggard figures that look as if they had recently been caught in some powerful machinery. They are those fellows who got mixed up with Catsmeat when he was meaning well.
Providence looks after all the chumps of this world, and personally, I’m all for it.
You agreee with me that the situation is a lulu? Certainly, a somewhat sharp crisis in your affairs would appear to have been precipitated, Sir.
There’s a sort of wooly headed duckiness about you. If I wasn’t so crazy about Marmaduke, I could really marry you Bertie.
Comedy is the kindly contemplation of the incongruous.