But what is the love life of newts, if you boil it right down? Didn't you tell me once that they just waggled their tails at one another in the mating season?''Quite correct.' I shrugged my shoulders. 'Well all right, if they like it. But it's not my idea of molten passion.

There was a sound in the background like a distant sheep coughing gently on a mountainside. Jeeves sailing into action.

...with each new book of mine I have always the feeling that this time I have picked a lemon in the garden of literature.

We Woosters freeze like the dickens when we seek sympathy and meet with cold reserve. "Nothing further Jeeves", I said with quiet dignity.

It was a nasty look. It made me feel as if I were something the dog had brought in and intended to bury later on, when he had time.

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.

New York is a small place when it comes to the part of it that wakes up just as the rest is going to bed.