Unlike the male codfish which, suddenly finding itself the parent of three million five hundred thousand little codfish, cheerfully resolves to love them all, the British aristocracy is apt to look with a somewhat jaundiced eye on its younger sons.
P. G. WodehouseA lesser moustache, under the impact of that quick, agonised expulsion of breath, would have worked loose at the roots.
P. G. WodehouseIntoxicated? The word did not express it by a mile. He was oiled, boiled, fried, plastered, whiffled, sozzled, and blotto.
P. G. WodehouseYou are falling into your old error, Jeeves, of thinking that Gussie is a parrot. Fight against this. I shall add the oz.
P. G. WodehouseI flung open the door. I got a momentary flash of about a hundred and fifteen cats of all sizes and colours scrapping in the middle of the room, and then they all shot past me with a rush and out of the front door; and all that was left of the mobscene was the head of a whacking big fish, lying on the carpet and staring up at me in a rather austere sort of way, as if it wanted a written explanation and apology.
P. G. Wodehouse