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
dog looks nasty
It was a nasty look. It made me feel as if I were something the dog had brought in and intended to bury later on, when he had time.
dog ears dachshunds
Why do dachshunds wear their ears inside out?
dog fun men
Now, I am a mixer. I can't help it. It's my nature. I like men. I like the taste of their shoes, the smell of their legs, the sound of their voices. It may be weak of me, but a man has only to speak to me, and a sort of thrill goes down my spine and sets my tail wagging.
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.
roots impact moustache
A lesser moustache, under the impact of that quick, agonised expulsion of breath, would have worked loose at the roots.
bored bird bottles
Birds, except when broiled and in the society of a cold bottle, bored him stiff.
i-dont-trust-you dont-trust
It's not that I don't trust you, Dunstable, it's simply that I don't trust you.
kindness milk gallons
the supply of the milk of human kindness was short by several gallons
ice broken fragments
the ice was not only broken; it was shivered into a million fragments
dancer
As a dancer, I out-Fred the nimblest Astaire.
feelings steps footsteps
you ever have that feeling when you step down onto a footstep that isn't there?
lunch prometheus dropping
He groaned slightly and winced like Prometheus watching his vulture dropping in for lunch.
horse boys hands
I suppose even Dictators have their chummy moments, when they put their feet up and relax with the boys, but it was plain from the outset that if Roderick Spode had a sunnier side, he had not come with any idea of exhibiting it now. His manner was curt. One sensed the absence of the bonhomous note. ... Here he laid a hand on my shoulder, and I can't remember when I have experienced anything more unpleasant. Apart from what Jeeves would have called the symbolism of the action, he had a grip like the bite of a horse. "Did you say 'Oh yes?'" he asked. "Oh no," I assured him.
tree old-friends roof
We do not tell old friends beneath our roof-tree that they are an offence to the eyesight.