She could not have gazed at him with a more rapturous intensity if she had been a small child and he a saucer of ice cream.

Lady Glossip: Mr. Wooster, how would you support a wife? Bertie Wooster: Well, I suppose it depends on who's wife it was, a little gentle pressure beneath the elbow while crossing a busy street usually fits the bill.

Intoxicated? The word did not express it by a mile. He was oiled, boiled, fried, plastered, whiffled, sozzled, and blotto.

It is the bungled crime that brings remorse.

His whole aspect was that of a man who has unexpectedly been struck by lightning.

She could not have gazed at him with a more rapturous intensity if she had been a small child and he a saucer of ice cream.

A roll and butter and a small coffee seemed the only things on the list that hadn't been specially prepared by the nastier-minded members of the Borgia family for people they had a particular grudge against, so I chose them.