I had one of those ideas I do sometimes get, though admittedly a chump of the premier class.
I can conceive that after what occurred in New York it might be distressing for you to encounter Miss Stoker, sir. But I fancy the contingency need scarcely arise.’ I weighed this. ‘When you start tal...
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-r...
He was as completely happy as only a fluffy-minded old man with excellent health and a large income can be.
He had that extra four or five inches of neck which disqualifies a man for high honors in the beauty competition
Come on, he said. Bring the poker.I brought the tongs as well. I felt like it.
Blandings Castle is not for the weak.
Luck is a goddess not to be coerced and forcibly wooed by those who seek her favours. From such masterful spirits she turns away. But it happens sometimes that, if we put our hand in hers with the hum...
Направените в по-ранен час изследвания го бяха запознали с географията на дома.
Ами че ако се беше омъжила за Трипуд, щях да имам внуци, които да ми отмъкват часовника, докато ги дундуркам на коляното си.
Jezail-bullets.
A chap who's supposed to stop chaps pinching things from chaps having a chap come along and pinch something from him.
You are falling into your old error, Jeeves, of thinking that Gussie is a parrot. Fight against this. I shall add the oz.
What you want, my lad, and what you're going to get are two verydifferent things.
Well, the natives seemed fairly friendly, so I decided to stay the night. I made a mental note never to seem fairly friendly to an explorer. If you do, he always decides to stay the night.
Well, if he comes when I'm out, tell him to wait. And now, Jeeves, mes gants, mon chapeau, et le whangee de monsieur. I must be popping.
We are going to do a play, and we want another man. The man who was going to play one of the parts has had to go back to London. Poor devil! Fancy having to leave a place like this and go back to that...
Tricky devils, these novelists. The ink gets into their heads.
To say that the farmer laughed would be to express the matter feebly. That his young opponent, who had been irritating him unspeakably since the beginning of the game with advice and criticism, should...
They walked on in silence. Katie's heart was beating with a rapidity that forbade speech. Nothing like this very direct young man had ever happened to her before. She had grown so accustomed to regard...