You are falling into your old error, Jeeves, of thinking that Gussie is a parrot. Fight against this. I shall add the oz.

-'What do ties matter, Jeeves, at a time like this?' There is no time, sir, at which ties do not matter

It was my Uncle George who discovered that alcohol was a food well in advance of modern medical thought.

Dark hair fell in a sweep over his forehead. He looked like a man who would write vers libre, as indeed he did.

He was a long, stripy policeman, who flowed out of his uniform at odd spots, as if Nature, setting out to make a constable, had had a good deal of material left over which she had not liked to throw away but hardly seemed able to fit into the general scheme.

Many bad golfers marry, feeling that a wife's loving solicitude may improve their game. But they are rugged, thick-skinned men, not sensitive and introspective. It is one of the chief merits of golf that non-success at the game induces a certain amount of decent humilty, which keeps a man from pluming himself too much on any petty triumphs he may achieve in other walks of life.

If it were not for quotations, conversations between gentlemen would consist of an endless series of 'what-ho!'s.