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

It was one of those cases where you approve the broad, general principle of an idea but can't help being in a bit of a twitter at the prospect of putting it into practical effect. I explained this to Jeeves, and he said much the same thing had bothered Hamlet.

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

The spine, and I do not attempt to conceal the fact, had become soluble, in the last degree.

Luck is a goddess not to be coerced and forcibly wooed by those who seek her favours. From such masterful spirits she turns away. But it happens sometimes that, if we put our hand in hers with the humble trust of a little child, she will have pity on us, and not fail us in our hour of need.

The stationmaster's whiskers are of a Victorian bushiness and give the impression of having been grown under glass.

Red hair, sir, in my opinion, is dangerous.