A Damsel in Distress Quotes

“Sober or blotto, this is your motto: keep muddling through.”
― P.G. Wodehouse, A Damsel in Distress

“Lord Marshmoreton: I wish I could get you see my point of view.
George Bevan: I do see your point of view. But dimly. You see, my own takes up such a lot of the foreground”
― P G Wodehouse, A Damsel in Distress

“The proprietor of the grocery store on the corner was bidding a silent farewell to a tomato which even he, though a dauntless optimist, had been compelled to recognize as having outlived its utility.”
― P.G. Wodehouse, A Damsel in Distress

“What George was thinking was that the late king Herod had been unjustly blamed for a policy which had been both statesmanlike and in the interests of the public. He was blaming the mawkish sentimentality of the modern legal system which ranks the evisceration and secret burial of small boys as a crime.”
― P.G. Wodehouse, A Damsel in Distress

“Normally he was fond of most things. He was a good-natured and cheerful young man, who liked life and the great majority of those who lived it contemporaneously with himself. He had no enemies and many friends.
But today he had noticed from the moment he had got out of bed that something was amiss with the world. Either he was in the grip of some divine discontent due to the highly developed condition of his soul, or else he had a grouch. One of the two.”
― P.G. Wodehouse, A Damsel in Distress

“Hear him now as he toils. He has a long garden-implement in his hand, and he is sending up the death-rate in slug circles with a devastating rapidity.             "Ta-ra-ra boom-de-ay              Ta-ra-ra BOOM—" And the boom is a death-knell. As it rings softly out on the pleasant spring air, another stout slug has made the Great Change.”
― P.G. Wodehouse, A Damsel in Distress

“Like one kissed by a goddess in a dream, he walked on air; and, while one is walking on air, it is easy to overlook the boulders in the path.”
― P.G. Wodehouse, A Damsel in Distress

“In our moments of distress we can see clearly that what is wrong with this world of ours is the fact that Misery loves company and seldom gets it.”
― P.G. Wodehouse, A Damsel in Distress

“Whatever may be said of the possibility of love at first sight, in which theory George was now a confirmed believer, there can be no doubt that an exactly opposite phenomenon is of frequent occurrence. After one look at some people even friendship is impossible. Such a one, in George's opinion, was this gurgling excrescence underneath the silk hat. He comprised in his single person practically all the qualities which George disliked most. He was, for a young man, extraordinarily obese. Already a second edition of his chin had been published, and the perfectly-cut morning coat which encased his upper section bulged out in an opulent semi-circle. He wore a little moustache, which to George's prejudiced eye seemed more a complaint than a moustache. His face was red, his manner dictatorial, and he was touched in the wind. Take him for all in all he looked like a bit of bad news.”
― P.G. Wodehouse, A Damsel in Distress

“Two tramps of supernatural exuberance called at the cottage shortly after breakfast to ask George, whom they had never even consulted about their marriages, to help support their wives and children.”
― P.G. Wodehouse, A Damsel in Distress

“He was, for a young man, extraordinarily obese. Already a second edition of his chin had been published,”
― P.G. Wodehouse, A DAMSEL IN DISTRESS

“peculiarity of golf, as of love, that it temporarily changes the natures of its victims;”
― P.G. Wodehouse, A Damsel in Distress

“She was oppressed by the eternal melancholy miracle of the fat man who does not realize that he has become fat.”
― P.G. Wodehouse, A Damsel in Distress

“One must defy, not apologize.”
― P.G. Wodehouse, A Damsel in Distress

“He was abstaining from too close an examination of his emotions from a prudent feeling that he was going to suffer soon enough without assistance from himself.”
― P.G. Wodehouse, A Damsel in Distress

“Thrips feed on the underside of rose leaves, sucking their juice and causing them to turn yellow; and Lord Marshmoreton's views on these things were so rigid that he would have poured whale-oil solution on his grandmother if he had found her on the underside of one of his rose leaves sucking its juice.”
― P.G. Wodehouse, A DAMSEL IN DISTRESS

“Inasmuch as the scene of this story is that historic pile, Belpher Castle, in the county of Hampshire, it would be an agreeable task to open it with a leisurely description of the place, followed by some notes on the history of the Earls of Marshmoreton, who have owned it since the fifteenth century.”
― P.G. Wodehouse, A DAMSEL IN DISTRESS