Hell, it is well known, has no fury like a woman who wants her tea and can't get it.
P. G. WodehouseI go in for what is known in the trade as 'light writing' and those who do that - humorists they are sometimes called - are looked down upon by the intelligentsia and sneered at.
P. G. WodehouseIt was a morning when all nature shouted Fore! The breeze, as it blew gently up from the valley, seemed to bring a message of hope and cheer, whispering of chip shots holed and brassies landing squarely on the meat. The fairway, as yet unscarred by the irons of a hundred dubs, smiled greenly up at the azure sky.
P. G. WodehouseI pressed down the mental accelerator. The old lemon throbbed fiercely. I got an idea.
P. G. Wodehouse