She did drive me in the Park the other day. I thought it rather a hopeful.
It was a fine cow, as cows go, but, like so many cows, it lacked sustained dramatic interest.
Lord Emsworth had one of those minds capable of accommodating but one thought at a time – if that.
How sharper than a serpent’s tooth, I remember Jeeves saying once, it is to have a thankless child, and it isn’t a dashed sight better having a thankless aunt.
Like one kissed by a goddess in a dream, he walked on air; and, while one is walking on air, it is easy to overlook the boulders in the path.
Personally I couldn’t manage it. I don’t think I ever saw a child who made me feel less sentimental. He was one of those round, bulging kids.
He had that indefinable air which comes to young men who have had to make their way up from a ten-dollar start.
The real objection to the great majority of cats is their insufferable air of superiority. Cats, as a class, have never completely got over the snootiness caused by the fact that in Ancient Egypt they were worshipped as gods. This makes them too prone to set themselves up as critics and censors of the frail and erring human beings whose lot they share.
Jeeves, of course, is a gentleman’s gentlemen, not a butler, but if the call comes, he can buttle with the best of them.
And he was, one could see, at peace with all the world. His daily round of tasks may or may not have been completed, but he was obviously off duty for the moment, and his whole attitude was that of a policeman with nothing on his mind but his helmet.
If you see a man asking for trouble, and insisting on getting it, the only thing to do is to stand by and wait till it comes to him. After that you may get a chance. But till then there’s nothing to be done.
You can’t expect an empty aunt to beam like a full aunt.
What if he does think you the world’s premier louse? Don’t we all?
How often in this life a mere accident may shape our whole future!
I felt as if I had stepped on the place where the last stair ought to have been, but wasn’t.
He had the look of a frustrated tiger whose personal physician had recommended a strict vegetarian diet.
I’m a quiet, peaceful sort of bloke who has lived all his life in London, and I can’t stand the pace these swift sportsmen from the rural districts set. What I mean to say is, I’m all for rational enjoyment and so forth, but I think a chappie makes himself conspicuous when he throws soft-boiled eggs at the electric fan.
Nature seems to unbutton its waistcoat and put its feet up.
Life in the country, with its lack of intellectual stimulus, has caused his natural feebleness of mind to reach a stage which borders closely on insanity. His.
Strangers always look big on the football field.