They were real golfers, for real golf is a thing of the spirit, not of mere mechanical excellence of stroke.
P. G. WodehouseThis was not Aunt Dahlia, my good and kindly aunt, but my Aunt Agatha, the one who chews broken bottles and kills rats with her teeth.
P. G. WodehouseIt is never difficult to distinguish between a Scotsman with a grievance and a ray of sunshine.
P. G. Wodehouse