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
uncles medicine discovery
It was my Uncle George who discovered that alcohol was a food well in advance of modern medical thought.
bricks within-reach trusted
Few of them were to be trusted within reach of a trowel and a pile of bricks.
events opinion thickness
In a series of events, all of which had been a bit thick, this, in his opinion, achieved the maximum of thickness.
powerful meaning-well looks
In your walks about London you will sometimes see bent, haggard figures that look as if they had recently been caught in some powerful machinery. They are those fellows who got mixed up with Catsmeat when he was meaning well.
men medicine trying
A man who has spent most of his adult life trying out a series of patent medicines is always an optimist.
taken brain too-much
I suppose he must have taken about a nine or something in hats. Shows what a rotten thing it is to let your brain develop too much.
jeeves dignity quiet
We Woosters freeze like the dickens when we seek sympathy and meet with cold reserve. "Nothing further Jeeves", I said with quiet dignity.
wind jelly
Bicky rocked, like a jelly in a high wind.
writing dark men
Dark hair fell in a sweep over his forehead. He looked like a man who would write vers libre, as indeed he did.
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.
age may literature
This is peculiarly an age in which each of us may, if he do but search diligently, find the literature suited to his mental powers.
brain soup restaurants
The brains of members of the Press departments of motion-picture studios resemble soup at a cheap restaurant. It is wiser not to stir them.
sparring-partner balls want
You would be miserable if you had to go through life with a human doormat with 'Welcome' written on him. You want some one made of sterner stuff. You want, as it were, a sparring-partner, some one with whom you can quarrel happily with the certain knowledge that he will not curl up in a ball for you to kick, but will be there with the return wallop.
strong ocean men
Other men puffed, snorted, and splashed. George passed through the ocean with the silent dignity of a torpedo. Other men swallowed water, here a mouthful, there a pint, anon, maybe, a quart or so, and returned to the shore like foundering derelicts. George's mouth had all the exclusiveness of a fashionable club. His breast stroke was a thing to see and wonder at. When he did the crawl, strong men gasped. When he swam on his back, you felt that that was the only possible method of progression.