Carry On, Jeeves: (Jeeves & Wooster) (Jeeves & Wooster Series Book 3)

by P.G. Wodehouse

She was a girl with a wonderful profile, but steeped to the gills in serious purpose.

It was one of those still evenings you get in the summer, when you can hear a snail clear its throat a mile away. The

I’m not absolutely certain of my facts, but I rather fancy it’s Shakespeare – or, if not, it’s some equally brainy bird – who says that it’s always just when a fellow is feeling particularly braced with things in general that Fate sneaks up behind him with the bit of lead piping. And

She fitted into my biggest armchair as if it had been built round her by someone who knew they were wearing armchairs tight about the hips that season. She

She spoke as if she belonged to an anti-sausage

society or a league for the suppression of eggs. There was a bit of a silence.

And there in a nutshell you have Charles Edward Biffen. As vague and woollen-headed a blighter as ever bit a sandwich. Goodness

Honoria, you see, is one of those robust, dynamic girls with the muscles of a welter-weight and a laugh like a squadron of cavalry charging over a tin bridge. A

Considerable latitude of choice was given to the singers in the matter of key, and there was little of what I might call co-operative effort. Each