P. G. Wodehouse
P. G. Wodehouse
Sir Pelham Grenville Wodehouse, KBEwas an English author and one of the most widely read humorists of the 20th century. Born in Guildford, the son of a British magistrate based in Hong Kong, Wodehouse spent happy teenage years at Dulwich College, to which he remained devoted all his life. After leaving school he was employed by a bank but disliked the work and turned to writing in his spare time. His early novels were mostly school stories, but he later...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth15 October 1881
inspirational people intelligence
He had just about enough intelligence to open his mouth when he wanted to eat, but certainly no more.
heart secret world
When it comes to letting the world in on the secrets of his heart, he has about as much shrinking reticence as a steam calliope.
men skills soul
It is not mere technical skill that makes a man a golfer, it is the golfing soul.
new-york america wake-up
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.
running animal self
It was a silver cow. But when I say 'cow', don't go running away with the idea of some decent, self-respecting cudster such as you may observe loading grass into itself in the nearest meadow. This was a sinister, leering, Underworld sort of animal, the kind that would spit out of the side of its mouth for twopence.
morning feelings form
I marmaladed a slice of toast with something of a flourish and I don't suppose I have ever come much closer to saying 'Tra la la' as I did the lathering for I was feeling in mid season form this morning.
men light aspect
His whole aspect was that of a man who has unexpectedly been struck by lightning.
light strive sweetness
I always strive, when I can, to spread sweetness and light. There have been several complaints about it.
death routine heroism
Routine is the death to heroism.
book garden feelings
...with each new book of mine I have always the feeling that this time I have picked a lemon in the garden of literature.
girl sex children
As a child of eight Mr. Trout had once kissed a girl of six under the mistletoe at a Christmas party, but there his sex life had come to abrupt halt.
blood careers sweat
Psmith is the only thing in my literary career which was handed to me on a plate with watercress round it, thus enabling me to avoid the blood, sweat and tears inseparable from an author's life.
america citizens alps
Like so many substantial citizens of America, he had married young and kept on marrying, springing from blonde to blonde like the chamois of the Alps leaping from crag to crag.
morning cheer golf
It was a morning when all nature shouted Fore! The breeze, as it blew gently up from the valley, seemed to bring a message of hope and cheer, whispering of chip shots holed and brassies landing squarely on the meat. The fairway, as yet unscarred by the irons of a hundred dubs, smiled greenly up at the azure sky.