G. Wodehouse
G. Wodehouse
horse race next
If you could call the thing a horse. If it hadn't shown a flash of speed in the straight, it would have got mixed up with the next race.
death sports humorous
The fascination of shooting as a sport depends almost wholly on whether you are at the right or wrong end of the gun.
lying cat apology
I flung open the door. I got a momentary flash of about a hundred and fifteen cats of all sizes and colours scrapping in the middle of the room, and then they all shot past me with a rush and out of the front door; and all that was left of the mobscene was the head of a whacking big fish, lying on the carpet and staring up at me in a rather austere sort of way, as if it wanted a written explanation and apology.
regret crime remorse
It is the bungled crime that brings remorse.
new-york heaven dying
To say that New York came up to its advance billing would be the baldest of understatements. Being there was like being in heaven without going to all the bother and expense of dying.
might found score
No one so dislikes being punished unjustly as the person who might have been punished justly on scores of previous occasions, if he had only been found out.