You're one of those guys who can make a party just by leaving it. It's a great gift.
P. G. WodehouseThe storm is over, there is sunlight in my heart. I have a glass of wine and sit thinking of what has passed.
P. G. WodehouseHe looked haggard and careworn, like a Borgia who has suddenly remembered that he has forgotten to shove cyanide in the consommรฉ, and the dinner-gong due any moment.
P. G. WodehouseOther men puffed, snorted, and splashed. George passed through the ocean with the silent dignity of a torpedo. Other men swallowed water, here a mouthful, there a pint, anon, maybe, a quart or so, and returned to the shore like foundering derelicts. George's mouth had all the exclusiveness of a fashionable club. His breast stroke was a thing to see and wonder at. When he did the crawl, strong men gasped. When he swam on his back, you felt that that was the only possible method of progression.
P. G. Wodehouse