G. Wodehouse
G. Wodehouse
caused chest slip
The lunches of fifty-seven years had caused his chest to slip down to the mezzanine floor.
bishop difficulty keeping local master talking
The Bishop was talking to the local Master of Hounds about the difficulty he had in keeping his vicars off the incense.
afternoon life queer spent unlike
I spent the afternoon musing on Life. If you come to think of it, what a queer thing Life is! So unlike anything else, don't you know, if you see what I mean.
life humorous dark
A man's subconscious self is not the ideal companion. It lurks for the greater part of his life in some dark den of its own, hidden away, and emerges only to taunt and deride and increase the misery of a miserable hour.
instance relative
everything is relative. you, for instance, are my relative.
life-is telling-the-truth moments
One of the drawbacks to life is that it contains moments when one is compelled to tell the truth,
butterfly golf upset
The least thing upset him on the links. He missed short putts because of the uproar of the butterflies in the adjoining meadows.
children two dollars
I wouldn't have a face like that,' proceeded the child, with a good deal of earnestness, 'not if you gave me a million dollars.' He thought for a moment, then corrected himself. 'Two million dollars!' he added.
funny dog loses
It is fatal to let any dog know that he is funny, for he immediately loses his head and starts hamming it up.
strong writing character
I think the success of every novel - if it's a novel of action - depends on the high spots. The thing to do is to say to yourself, 'Which are my big scenes?' and then get every drop of juice out of them. The principle I always go on in writing a novel is to think of the characters in terms of actors in a play. I say to myself, if a big name were playing this part, and if he found that after a strong first act he had practically nothing to do in the second act, he would walk out. Now, then, can I twist the story so as to give him plenty to do all the way through?
half
I suppose half the time Shakespeare just shoved down anything that came into his head.
children humble good-luck
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.
knows
Oh, I don't know, you know, don't you know?
hangover broken machines
I am told by those who know that there are six varieties of hangover-the Broken Compass, the Sewing Machine, the Comet, the Atomic, the Cement Mixer and the Gremlin Boogie, and his manner suggested that he had got them all.