The Code of the Woosters (1)

by P.G. Wodehouse

“Double them again,” I said earnestly. “Keep on doubling them. Pour out money like water rather than lose that superb master of the roasts and hashes.”

“Courage, Gussie! Think of Archimedes.” “Why?” “He was killed by a common soldier.” “What of it?” “Well, it can’t have been pleasant for him, but I have no doubt he passed out smiling.”

don’t think I have ever assisted at a ceremony which gave such universal pleasure to all concerned. The sheet didn’t split, which pleased Gussie. Nobody came to interrupt us, which pleased me. And when I dropped the suitcase, it hit Gussie on the head, which delighted Aunt Dahlia.