The Inimitable Jeeves (Jeeves and Wooster Book 2)

by P.G. Wodehouse

went to the open window to inspect the day.

I’m going into the Park to do pastoral dances.’

‘Well, what’s it going to be today?’ asked the girl, introducing the business touch into the conversation.

‘Well, I suppose he has to relax a bit every now and then.

‘One of these emotional johnnies, eh?’

read some improving book;

have you ever noticed a rummy thing about life? I mean the way something always comes along to give it you in the neck at the very moment when you’re feeling most braced about things in general.

he looked like a sheep with a secret sorrow.

can’t whack up the ginger to tell you so.’

but bobbed up

like something that had been dug up by the roots.

began to contemplate the infinite.

There were furrows in the old brow,

curveted

if you’ve just finished exercising the old bean, it’s probably in mid-season form for tackling problems.

know, and makes his youthful joie-de-vivre go a bit groggy at the knees.

If that’s your idea of a large afternoon, go ahead.’

He gave it the up-and-down.

poured

his hopes in the direction may now be looked on as definitely quenched.

I know I’ve heard her speak favourably of Napoleon.

next door to a looney,

young dinner-party.

The only section of the audience that really seemed to enjoy the idea was the Tough Eggs, who yelled with enthusiasm. It was jam for the Tough Eggs.

The air was thick with shrieks and fruit. The kids on the stage, with Bingo buzzing distractedly

slid

there was a large and rapidly growing school of thought

looking more or less like the spot marked with a cross where the accident happened.

‘you haven’t time for frivolous amusements now. You’ve

They can’t intimidate me!’

after I had given it the east-to-west,

the fragrant and steaming,