The Code of the Woosters

by P.G. Wodehouse

The whole situation seemed to me essentially one of those where you just clench the hands and roll the eyes mutely up to heaven and then start a new life and try to forget.

‘There are moments, Jeeves, when one asks oneself “Do trousers matter?”’ ‘The mood will pass, sir.’

‘If I might suggest, sir—it is, of course, merely a palliative—but it has often been found in times of despondency that the assumption of formal evening dress has a stimulating effect on the morale.’

I don’t know what the Mona Lisa would have done in my place. Probably just what I did.