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His brow was sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought and his air that of a man who, if he had said ‘Hallo, girls’, would have said it like someone in a Russian drama announcing that Grandpapa had hanged himself in the barn.
He’s the village atheist.’
he’s asking Uncle Sidney where Cain got his wife.
they’re like something out of a three-volume novel.
Bertie will bear me out that it is not humanly possible to get through an evening alone with Gussie without large quantities of stimulants.’
I explained that except in moments of great emotion one hushed it up.
From start to finish of every meal she soliloquized. Shakespeare would have liked her.
‘Well, there were these two deaf chaps in the train, don’t you know, and it stopped at Wembley, and one of them looked out of the window and said “This is Wembley”, and the other said “I thought it was Thursday”,
He looked like a combination of a poet and an all-in wrestler.
You would simply have felt what an ass the ox must have been to get into an argument with a fellow with a chest like that.
She was now in a position to see the thing from the fox’s point of view.
have said it before, and I will say it again, all magistrates are asses. Show me a magistrate and I will show you a fathead.
Jeeves, in speaking of this Fink-Nottle, had, if you remember, described him as disgruntled, and it was plain at a glance that the passage of time had done nothing to gruntle him.
When I reflected that the little world of King’s Deverill would go to its grave believing that Bertram Wooster was an undersized gargoyle who looked like Lester de Pester in that comic strip in one of the New York papers, the iron entered my soul.
fons et origo,
he said something about Jonah and the Whale
how many Warner brothers there are.
being one of those parsimonious birds in whose pocket-books moths nest and raise large families.
reading Spinoza,
A man who has seen Gussie Fink-Nottle chasing newts in the Trafalgar Square fountain in correct evening costume at five o’clock in the morning is a man who has lived.
You probably consider that you are being broadminded, but you want to be careful how you let that so-called broadmindedness grow on you.
It is apt to become mere moral myopia.
A tall, drooping man, looking as if he had been stuffed in a hurry by an incompetent taxidermist,
I should say that they got too much of the Russian spirit into their work.
Poppy Kegley-Bassington was long and dark and supple, with a sinuous figure suggestive of a snake with hips;
Where you catch them at their best is standing on street corners saying ‘Pass along there’.
and removing it from the active list.
vary according to what Jeeves calls the psychology of the individual.
Theirs had been a sheltered life, and this was all new stuff to them.
It looked as if it had been carved out of some hard kind of wood by a sculptor who had studied at a Correspondence School and had got to about Lesson Three.
