“A depressing musty scent pervaded the place, as if a cheese had recently died there in painful circumstances.”
Category: Something Wise
Wodehouse 21
“I don’t know why it is, but women who have anything to do with Opera, even if they’re only studying for it, always appear to run to surplus poundage.”
Wodehouse 20
It was my Uncle George who discovered that alcohol was a food well in advance of modern medical thought.
Wodehouse 19
She had a penetrating sort of laugh. Rather like a train going into a tunnel.
Wodehouse 18
Memories are like mulligatawny soup in a cheap restaurant. It is best not to stir them.
Wodehouse 17
“There was something sort of bleak about her tone, rather as if she had swallowed an east wind. This I took to be due to the fact that she probably hadn’t breakfasted. It’s only after a bit of breakfast that I’m able to regard the world with that sunny cheeriness which makes a fellow the universal favourite. I’m never much of a lad till I’ve engulfed an egg or two and a beaker of coffee.
“I suppose you haven’t breakfasted?”
“I have not yet breakfasted.”
“Won’t you have an egg or something? Or a sausage or something? Or something?”
“No, thank you.”
She spoke as if she belonged to an anti-sausage league or a league for the suppression of eggs. There was a bit of silence.”
Wodehouse 16
“I don’t want to wrong anybody, so I won’t go so far as to say that she actually wrote poetry, but her conversation, to my mind, was of a nature calculated to excite the liveliest of suspicions. Well, I mean to say, when a girl suddenly asks you out of a blue sky if you don’t sometimes feel that the stars are God’s daisy-chain, you begin to think a bit.”
Wodehouse 15
“The drowsy stillness of the afternoon was shattered by what sounded to his strained senses like G.K. Chesterton falling on a sheet of tin.”
Wodehouse 14
“Into the face of the young man who sat on the terrace of the Hotel Magnifique at Cannes there had crept a look of furtive shame, the shifty hangdog look which announces that an Englishman is about to speak French.”
Wodehouse 13
“-‘What do ties matter, Jeeves, at a time like this?’
There is no time, sir, at which ties do not matter”