I mean, when you've got used to a club where everything's nice and cheery, and where, if you want to attract a chappie's attention, you heave a piece of bread at him, it kind of damps you to come to a place where the youngest member is about eighty-seven and it isn't considered good form to talk to anyone unless you and he went through the Peninsular War together.
P.G. WodehouseTags: jeeves inimitable
Hallo, Bertie."
"Hallo, old turnip. Where have you been all this while?"
"Oh, here and there! Ripping weather we're having, Bertie."
"Not bad."
"I see the Bank Rate is down again."
"No, really?"
"Disturbing news from Lower Silesia, what?"
"Oh, dashed!"
He pottered about the room for a bit, babbling at intervals. The boy seemed cuckoo.
"Oh, I say, Bertie!" he said suddenly, dropping a vase which he had picked off the mantelpiece and was fiddling with. "I know what it was I wanted to tell you. I'm married.
Tags: jeeves inimitable
A chap's bedroom – you can't get way from it – is his castle, and he has every right to look askance if gargoyles come glaring in at him.
P.G. WodehouseTags: p-g-wodehouse right-ho-jeeves
A man's subconscious self is not the ideal companion. It lurks for the greater part of his life in some dark den of its own, hidden away, and emerges only to taunt and deride and increase the misery of a miserable hour.
P.G. WodehouseTags: humor misery moroseness subconscious
Had his brain been constructed of silk, he would have been hard put to it to find sufficient material to make a canary a pair of cami-knickers.
P.G. WodehouseMore and more, it was beginning to be borne in upon me what a particularly difficult chap Gussie was to help. He seemed to so marked an extent to lack snap and finish. With infinite toil, you manoeuvred him into a position where all he had to do was charge ahead, and he didn't charge ahead, but went off sideways, missing the objective completely.
P.G. WodehouseTags: humor p-g-wodehouse right-ho-jeeves
Gussie and I, as I say, had rather lost touch, but all the same I was exercised about the poor fish, as I am about all my pals, close or distant, who find themselves treading upon Life's banana skins.
P.G. WodehouseTags: humor
I'm lonely, Jeeves.'
'You have a great many friends,sir.'
'What's the good of friends?'
'Emerson,' I reminded him,'says a friend may well be reckoned the masterpiece of Nature,sir.'
'Well, you can tell Emerson from me next time you see him that he's an ass.'
'Very good, sir.
Tags: friends-ignorance
Who was that lad they used to try to make me read at Oxford? Ship- Shop- Schopenhauer. That's the name. A grouch of the most pronounced description.
P.G. WodehouseTags: schopenhauer-ignorance
It is a peculiar thing in life that the people you most particularly want to edge away from always seem to cluster round like a poultice.
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