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Miss Wickham and the hot-water bottle?’
Gwladys what-was-her-name, who put her boyfriend with the broken leg to bed in my flat?’
Pauline Stoker, who invaded my rural cottage at dead of night...
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fiddling with a statuette of a shepherdess of sorts.
‘It contained an offer to swap the cow-creamer for Anatole, and Tom is seriously considering it!’
called a palliative—and courteously drew her attention to a terra cotta figure of the Infant Samuel at Prayer.
the mot juste.
suspicions
if this man Spode hasn’t some shady secret.
Do you know anything about him, Jeeves?’
‘You know, Jeeves,’ I said, ‘that wasn’t at all a bad idea of Aunt Dahlia’s about getting the goods on Spode.
pukka sahibs
the Junior Ganymede, sir. It is a club for gentlemen’s personal gentlemen in Curzon Street, to which I have belonged for some years.
The engagement is broken off.’
salmi of game
jam omelette
inform him that you know all about Eulalie, sir.’
‘Still, you really are sure that if I look Spode in the eye and spring this gag, he will be baffled?
‘Spode, I know all about Eulalie.’
I have learned something about him which he wouldn’t care to have generally known.’
‘I know your secret!’
For, believe me or believe me not, in this tense moment, when I so sorely needed it, the name which Jeeves had mentioned to me as the magic formula for coping with this blister had completely passed from my mind.
when he got blotto one night and set fire to the house and tried to slice me up with a carving knife.
For that brief monosyllable ‘you’ had accomplished what a quarter of an hour’s research had been unable to do—viz. the unsealing of the fount of memory.
it may interest you to learn that I know all about Eulalie.’
It was stupendous. I felt
and churned him up like an egg whisk.
‘I hope you will keep this to yourself, Wooster? You will keep it to yourself, won’t you, Wooster?’
‘Who is this Eulalie?’
I had only to inform Spode that I knew all about Eulalie to cause him to curl up like a burnt feather.
‘Now that you have got the goods on Spode, the only obstacle to your sneaking that cow-creamer has been removed. You can stroll down and collect it tonight.’
No, I repeat. Before doing anything else, I have got to have that book.’
Pausing at the mantelpiece to remove a china horse which stood there and hurl it to the floor
You said the name Eulalie would make him wilt, and it did. Spode, qua menace…is it qua?’
Becher’s Brook,
They never thought of the top of the cupboard,
“because he knows it is every woman’s favourite hiding-place.”’
Think feudally, Jeeves.
the larynx of the dog Bartholomew.
like a Scottish elder rebuking sin from the pulpit.
Aberdeen terriers.
I was chivvied onto the roof of a shack on the island in the lake by an angry swan.’
nolle prosequi,
It was plain that for some reason the soul had got a flat tyre,