He had the look of one who had drunk the cup of life and found a dead beetle at the bottom.
P. G. WodehouseThe exquisite code of politeness of the Woosters prevented me clipping her one on the ear-hole, but I would have given a shilling to be able to do it. There seemed to me something deliberately fat-headed in the way she persisted in missing the gist.
P. G. Wodehouse-'What do ties matter, Jeeves, at a time like this?' There is no time, sir, at which ties do not matter
P. G. WodehouseHis 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.
P. G. Wodehouse