In a series of events, all of which had been a bit thick, this, in his opinion, achieved the maximum of thickness.

The least thing upset him on the links. He missed short putts because of the uproar of the butterflies in the adjoining meadows.

One of the poets, whose name I cannot recall, has a passage, which I am unable at the moment to remember, in one of his works, which for the time being has slipped my mind, which hits off admirably this age-old situation.

Bertie," he said, "I want your advice." "Carry on." "At least, not your advice, because that wouldn't be much good to anybody. I mean, you're a pretty consummate old [prat], aren't you? Not that I want to hurt your feelings, of course." "No, no, I see that." "What I wish you to do is put the whole thing to that fellow Jeeves of yours, and see what he suggests.

He felt like a man who, chasing rainbows, has had one of them suddenly turn and bite him in the leg.

I just sit at a typewriter and curse a bit.

The brains of members of the Press departments of motion-picture studios resemble soup at a cheap restaurant. It is wiser not to stir them.