Something that might have been a very hard and knobbly leg of mutton smote Lord Emsworth violently behind the ear:the sun was turned off at the main: the stars came out, many of them of a singular brightness.
P.G. WodehouseA moment before this voice spoke, Lord Emsworth had been smirking. He now congealed, and the smile passed from his lips like breath off a razor, to be succeeded be a tense look of anxiety and alarm.
P.G. WodehouseThe first thing to do,' said Psmith, 'is to ascertain that such a place as Clapham Common really exists. One has heard of it, of course, but has its existence ever been proved? I think not.
P.G. WodehouseAll nice girls sketch a little.
P.G. WodehouseIt was a silver cow. But when I say 'cow', don't go running away with the idea of some decent, self-respecting cudster such as you may observe loading grass into itself in the nearest meadow. This was a sinister, leering, Underworld sort of animal, the kind that would spit out of the side of its mouth for twopence.
P.G. WodehouseI've always treated the man with unremitting kindness, and if he wont do a little thing like this for me, I'll kick his spine through his hat.
P.G. WodehouseYou see', said Ukridge, ' I dislike subterfuge'.
P.G. WodehouseHe seemed a little uneasy, and he welcomed me with something of the gratitude of the shipwrecked mariner who sights a sail.
P.G. WodehouseBut when I say 'cow', don’t go running away with the idea of some decent, self-respecting cudster such as you may observe loading grass into itself in the nearest meadow.
P.G. WodehouseMots clés cows
And, as I mused, the years fell away, hair sprouted on the vast steppes of my head, where never hair has been almost within the memory of man.
P.G. WodehouseMots clés baldness
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