I pressed down the mental accelerator. The old lemon throbbed fiercely. I got an idea.

This is peculiarly an age in which each of us may, if he do but search diligently, find the literature suited to his mental powers.

Golf, like the measles, should be caught young, for, if postponed to riper years, the results may be serious.

He was one of those earnest, persevering dancers--the kind that have taken twelve correspondence lessons.

A certain critic -- for such men, I regret to say, do exist -- made the nasty remark about my last novel that it contained 'all the old Wodehouse characters under different names.' He has probably by now been eaten by bears, like the children who made mock of the prophet Elisha: but if he still survives he will not be able to make a similar charge against Summer Lightning. With my superior intelligence, I have out-generalled the man this time by putting in all the old Wodehouse characters under the same names. Pretty silly it will make him feel, I rather fancy.

It was a nasty look. It made me feel as if I were something the dog had brought in and intended to bury later on, when he had time.

Skiing consists of wearing $3,000 worth of clothes and equipment and driving 200 miles in the snow in order to stand around at a bar and drink.