I don't want to wrong anybody, so I won't go so far as to say that she actually wrote poetry, but her conversation, to my mind, was of a nature calculated to excite the liveliest of suspicions. Well,...
I don't want to seem always to be criticizing your methods of voice production, Jeeves, I said, but I must inform you that that 'Well, sir' of yours is in many respects fully as unpleasant as your 'In...
I don't know why it is, but women who have anything to do with Opera, even if they're only studying for it, always appear to run to surplus poundage.
I don't get your drift.I will continue snowing.
I appear inadvertently to have caused much trouble, sir.Jeeves! I said.Sir?How much money is there on the dressing-table?In addition to the ten-pound note which you instructed me to take, sir, there a...
I am Psmith, said the old Etonian reverently. There is a preliminary P before the name. This, however, is silent. Like the tomb. Compare such words as ptarmigan, psalm, and phthisis.
Hugo?’ ‘Millicent?’ ‘Is that you?’ ‘Yes. Is that you?’ ‘Yes.’ Anything in the nature of misunderstanding was cleared away. It was both of them.
How did it all end?''Oh, I got away with my life. Still, what's life?''Life's all right.
He was like some prophet of old, scourging the sins of the people. He leaped about in a frenzy of inspiration till I feared he would do himself an injury. Sometimes he expressed himself in a somewhat...
He was in the frame of mind when a weaker man would have started writing poetry.
He sallied forth, having told all those bally lies with the clear, blue, pop-eyed gaze of a young child.
He put the good old cup of tea softly on the table by my bed, and I took a refreshing sip. Just right, as usual. Not too hot, not too sweet, not to weak, not too strong, not too much milk, and not a d...
He must be provided with a claque. It will be your task, Jeeves,
He looked like a horse with a secret sorrow. He coughed three times, like a horse who, in addition to a secret sorrow, had contracted asthma.
He had reached that condition of mind which the old Vikings used to call Berserk and which among modern Malays is termed running amok.
Have you ever been turned down by a girl who afterwards married and then been introduced to her husband? If so you'll understand how I felt when Clarence burst on me. You know the feeling. First of al...
Gussie and I, as I say, had rather lost touch, but all the same I was exercised about the poor fish, as I am about all my pals, close or distant, who find themselves treading upon Life's banana skins.
Filled with a coward rage that dares to burn but does not dare to blaze, Lord Emsworth coughed a cough that was undisguisedly a bronchial white flag.
Experience, dearly bought in the days of his residence at the University, had taught him that when the Law gripped you with its talons the only thing to do was to give a false name, say nothing and ho...
Even Spike himself seemed to be aware that there were points in his appearance which would have distressed the editor of a men's fashion paper.