G. Wodehouse
G. Wodehouse
girl baby stars
She's one of those soppy girls, riddled from head to foot with whimsy. She holds the view that the stars are God's daisy chain, that rabbits are gnomes in attendance on the Fairy Queen, and that every time a fairy blows its wee nose a baby is born, which, as we know, is not the case. She's a drooper.
writing want
I never want to see anyone, and I never want to go anywhere or do anything. I just want to write.
humorous hair getting-older
There is only one cure for gray hair. It was invented by a Frenchman. It is called the guillotine.
life sorry humorous
It is a good rule in life never to apologize. The right sort of people do not want apologies, and the wrong sort take a mean advantage of them.
depression men melancholy
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.
men smoking criticism
...smoking is just a habit. 'Tolstoy', she said, mentioning someone I hadn't met, 'says that just as much pleasure can be got from twirling the fingers'. My impulse was to tell her Tolstoy was off his onion, but I choked down the heated words. For all I know, the man might be a bosom pal of hers and she might resent criticism of him, however justified.
hangover broken machines
I am told by those who know that there are six varieties of hangover-the Broken Compass, the Sewing Machine, the Comet, the Atomic, the Cement Mixer and the Gremlin Boogie, and his manner suggested that he had got them all.
girl two brain
And she's got brains enough for two, which is the exact quantity the girl who marries you will need.
fun illegal fattening
Everything in life that’s any fun, as somebody wisely observed, is either immoral, illegal or fattening.
children humble good-luck
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 humble trust of a little child, she will have pity on us, and not fail us in our hour of need.
stories problem come-up
I don’t know if you have had the same experience, but the snag I always come up against when I’m telling a story is this dashed difficult problem of where to begin it.
half
I suppose half the time Shakespeare just shoved down anything that came into his head.
drunk cups looks
He had the look of one who had drunk the cup of life and found a dead beetle at the bottom.
baby father sadness
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.