I could see that, if not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled.
Freddie experienced the sort of abysmal soul-sadness which afflicts one of Tolstoy’s Russian peasants when, after putting in a heavy day’s work strangling his father, beating his wife, and dropping the baby into the city’s reservoir, he turns to the cupboards, only to find the vodka bottle empty.
I’m not absolutely certain of my facts, but I rather fancy it’s Shakespeare — or, if not, it’s some equally brainy lad — who says that it’s always just when a chappie is feeling particularly top-hole, and more than usually braced with things in general that Fate sneaks up behind him with a bit of lead piping.
I mean to say, I know perfectly well that I’ve got, roughly speaking, half the amount of brain a normal bloke ought to possess. And when a girl comes along who has about twice the regular allowance, she too often makes a bee line for me with the love light in her eyes. I don’t know how to account for it, but it is so.It may be Nature’s provision for maintaining the balance of the species, sir.
As for Gussie Finknottle, many an experienced undertaker would have been deceived by his appearance and started embalming on sight.
It was one of the dullest speeches I ever heard. The Agee woman told us for three quarters of an hour how she came to write her beastly book, when a simple apology was all that was required.
In a series of events, all of which had been a bit thick, this, in his opinion, achieved the maximum of thickness.
There is only one cure for grey hair. It was invented by a Frenchman. It is called the guillotine.
I know I was writing stories when I was five. I don’t remember what I did before that. Just loafed, I suppose.
A melancholy-looking man, he had the appearance of one who has searched for the leak in life’s gas-pipe with a lighted candle.
The voice of Love seemed to call to me, but it was a wrong number.
-‘What do ties matter, Jeeves, at a time like this?’There is no time, sir, at which ties do not matter
Marriage is not a process for prolonging the life of love, sir. It merely mummifies its corpse.
There are moments, Jeeves, when one asks oneself, ‘Do trousers matter?’The mood will pass, sir.
I’m not absolutely certain of the facts, but I rather fancy it’s Shakespeare who says that it’s always just when a fellow is feeling particularly braced with things in general that Fate sneaks up behind him with the bit of lead piping.
Unseen in the background, Fate was quietly slipping lead into the boxing-glove.
She looked away. Her attitude seemed to suggest that she had finished with him, and would be obliged if somebody would come and sweep him up.
The true philosopher is a man who says All right, and goes to sleep in his armchair.
She fitted into my biggest arm-chair as if it had been built round her by someone who knew they were wearing arm-chairs tight about the hips that season
What’s the use of a great city having temptations if fellows don’t yield to them?
Mike nodded. A sombre nod. The nod Napoleon might have given if somebody had met him in 1812 and said, So, you’re back from Moscow, eh?
What ho! I said.What ho! said Motty.What ho! What ho!What ho! What ho! What ho!After that it seemed rather difficult to go on with the conversation.
He had the look of one who had drunk the cup of life and found a dead beetle at the bottom.
The fascination of shooting as a sport depends almost wholly on whether you are at the right or wrong end of the gun.