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
jeeves disgruntled ifs
I could see that, if not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled.
hands unseen ifs
I started violently, as if some unseen hand had goosed me.
world moments ifs
I can detach myself from the world. If there is a better world to detach oneself from than the one functioning at the moment I have yet to hear of it.
mind ifs
If he had a mind, there was something on it.
crazy ifs
There's a sort of wooly headed duckiness about you. If I wasn't so crazy about Marmaduke, I could really marry you Bertie.
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.