I could see that, if not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled.

Golf is the Great Mystery. Like some capricous goddess, it bestows its favours with what would appear an almost fat-headed lack of method and discrimination. On every side we see big two-fisted he-men floundering round in three figures, stopping every few minutes to let through little shrimps with knock-knees and hollow cheeks, who are tearing up snappy seventy-fours.

Gussie, a glutton for punishment, stared at himself in the mirror.

Warm-hearted! I should think he has to wear asbestos vests!

Work, the what's-its-name of the thingummy and the thing-um-a-bob of the what d'you-call-it.

I'm bound to say that New York's a topping place to be exiled in. Everybody was awfully good to me, and there seemed to be plenty of things going on, and I'm a wealthy bird, so everything was fine.

He felt like a man who, chasing rainbows, has had one of them suddenly turn and bite him in the leg.