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
instance relative
everything is relative. you, for instance, are my relative.
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.
aunt broken bottles
This was not Aunt Dahlia, my good and kindly aunt, but my Aunt Agatha, the one who chews broken bottles and kills rats with her teeth.
curves scenic railway
She had more curves than a scenic railway
congratulations writing winning
Success comes to a writer as a rule, so gradually that it is always something of a shock to him to look back and realize the heights to which he has climbed.
autumn air blood
It was one of those days you sometimes get latish in the autumn when the sun beams, the birds toot, and there is a bracing tang in the air that sends the blood beetling briskly through the veins.
snow way dukes
The Duke of Dunstable had one-way pockets. He would walk ten miles in the snow to chisel an orphan out of tuppence.
sheep sailing jeeves
There was a sound in the background like a distant sheep coughing gently on a mountainside. Jeeves sailing into action.
lunch prometheus dropping
He groaned slightly and winced like Prometheus watching his vulture dropping in for lunch.
roots impact moustache
A lesser moustache, under the impact of that quick, agonised expulsion of breath, would have worked loose at the roots.
tombstone simple men
...there occurred to me the simple epitaph which, when I am no more, I intend to have inscribed on my tombstone. It was this: "He was a man who acted from the best motives. There is one born every minute.
pockets world want
That's always the way in this world. The chappies you'd like to lend money to won't let you, whereas the chappies you don't want to lend it to will do everything except actually stand you on your head and lift the specie out of your pockets.
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.
jeeves goes-on conversation
What ho!" I said. "What ho!" said Motty. "What ho! What ho!" "What ho! What ho! What ho!" After that it seemed rather difficult to go on with the conversation.