G. Wodehouse
G. Wodehouse
tea want hell
Hell, it is well known, has no fury like a woman who wants her tea and can't get it.
curves scenic railway
She had more curves than a scenic railway
heart married braces
I was in rare fettle and the heart had touched a new high. I don't know anything that braces one up like finding you haven't got to get married after all.
fall afternoon tin
The drowsy stillness of the afternoon was shattered by what sounded to his strained senses like G.K. Chesterton falling on a sheet of tin.
golf caddies slugs
There are three things in the world that he held in the smallest esteem - slugs, poets and caddies with hiccups.
broke ten-commandments psmith
[I'm] as broke as the ten commandments.
ideas jeeves principles
It was one of those cases where you approve the broad, general principle of an idea but can't help being in a bit of a twitter at the prospect of putting it into practical effect. I explained this to Jeeves, and he said much the same thing had bothered Hamlet.
classic hellhounds
Slice him where you like, a hellhound is always a hellhound.
men too-much taste
There's too much of that where-every-prospect-pleases-and-only-man-is-vile stuff buzzing around for my taste.
hair red opinion
Red hair, sir, in my opinion, is dangerous.
names fundamentals success-in-life
I attribute my whole success in life to a rigid observance of the fundamental rule - Never have yourself tattooed with any woman's name, not even her initials.
running funny-things giving
It's a funny thing about looking for things. If you hunt for a needle in a haystack you don't find it. If you don't give a darn whether you ever see the needle or not it runs into you the first time you lean against the stack.
writing stories narrative
Rex Stout's narrative and dialogue could not be improved, and he passes the supreme test of being rereadable. I don't know how many times I have reread the Wolfe stories, but plenty. I know exactly what is coming and how it is all going to end, but it doesn't matter. That's writing.
fall knives design
I don't know if you know it, J.B., but you're the sort of fellow who causes hundreds to fall under suspicion when he's found stabbed in his library with a paper-knife of Oriental design.