As a rule, from what I've observed, the American Captain of Industry doesn't do anything out of business hours. When he has put the cat out and locked up the office for the night, he just relapses into a state of coma from which he emerges only to start being a Captain of Industry again.
P. G. WodehouseThey were real golfers, for real golf is a thing of the spirit, not of mere mechanical excellence of stroke.
P. G. WodehouseWhile not exactly disgruntled, he was far from feeling gruntled. He spoke with a certain what-is-it in his voice, and I could see that, if not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled.
P. G. WodehouseHugo?โ โMillicent?โ โIs that you?โ โYes. Is that you?โ โYes.โ Anything in the nature of misunderstanding was cleared away. It was both of them.
P. G. WodehouseI've just discovered the secret of golf. You can't play a really hot game unless you're so miserable that you don't worry over your shots. Take the case of a chip shot, for instance. If you're really wretched, you don't care where the ball is going and so you don't raise your head to see. Grief automatically prevents pressing and over-swinging. Look at the top-notchers. Have you ever seen a happy pro?
P. G. Wodehouse