[He] saw that a peculiar expression had come into his nephew's face; an expression a little like that of a young hindu fakir who having settled himself on his first bed of spikes is beginning to wish that he had chosen one of the easier religions.
P. G. WodehouseIt's curious how, when you're in love, you yearn to go about doing acts of kindness to everybody.
P. G. WodehouseIt was one of those parties where you cough twice before you speak and then decide not to say it after all.
P. G. WodehouseHis eyes were rolling in their sockets, and his face had taken on the colour and expression of a devout tomato. I could see he loved like a thousand bricks.
P. G. Wodehouse