I pity the shrimp that matches wits with you Jeeves

I shuddered from stem to stern, as stout barks do when buffeted by the waves.

His eyes were rolling in their sockets, and his face had taken on the colour and expression of a devout tomato. I could see he loved like a thousand bricks.

I could see that, if not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled.

Golf... is the infallible test. The man who can go into a patch of rough alone, with the knowledge that only God is watching him, and play his ball where it lies, is the man who will serve you faithfully and well.

He was either a man of about a hundred and fifty who was rather young for his years, or a man of about a hundred and ten who had been aged by trouble.

Mere abuse is no criticism.