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P. G. Wodehouse

The Code of the Woosters

  • b0586663018has quoted7 months ago
    Well, be that as it may,
  • trihawkjonhas quotedlast year
    Winged creatures of the night barged into me, but I gave them little attention.
  • trihawkjonhas quotedlast year
    was not prepared to go quite so far as this in my attitude towards an, on the whole, excellent body of men.
    ‘Well, not en masse, if you understand the expression. I suppose they vary, like other sections of the community, some being full of
  • trihawkjonhas quoted2 years ago
    Yes, sir.’ I shook my head. Waste of time really, of course, because he couldn’t see me.
  • Olesya Bolobovahas quoted2 years ago
    It was not so very long since she had been speaking in high terms of blackmail and giving it her hearty approval, but if you want to derive real satisfaction from blackmail, you have to be at the right end of it.
  • Olesya Bolobovahas quoted2 years ago
    ‘And switching to another aspect of the affair, you haven’t any immediate plans for getting me out of this, I suppose?’

    ‘Not adequately formulated, sir. I am turning over an idea in my mind.’

    ‘Turn well, Jeeves. Spare no effort.’
  • Olesya Bolobovahas quoted2 years ago
    I 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.
  • Olesya Bolobovahas quoted2 years ago
    Spink-Bottle, you ghastly goggle-eyed piece of gorgonzola, will you hop it or will you not?’
  • Olesya Bolobovahas quoted2 years ago
    ‘Bertie,’ said Aunt Dahlia, ‘I am only a weak woman, but if you won’t tread on this insect and throw the remains outside, I shall have to see what I can do.
  • Olesya Bolobovahas quoted2 years ago
    Since then, though few men have been more sorely tried by the sex, I have never raised a hand against a woman. And I can give no better indication of my emotions at this moment than by saying that, preux chekialier though I am, I came within the veriest toucher of hauling off and letting a revered aunt have it on the side of the head with a papier mache elephant — the only object on the mantelpiece which the fierce rush of life at Totleigh Towers had left still unbroken.
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