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.
P. G. WodehouseThe spine, and I do not attempt to conceal the fact, had become soluble, in the last degree.
P. G. WodehouseBut everything is relative, Bertie... You, for instance, are my relative, and I am your relative.
P. G. WodehouseDo you ever get moods when life seems absolutely meaningless? It's like a badly-constructed story, with all sorts of characters moving in and out who have nothing to do with the plot. And when somebody comes along that you think really has something to do with the plot, he suddenly drops out. After a while you begin to wonder what the story is about, and you feel that it's about nothingโjust a jumble.
P. G. Wodehouse