G. Wodehouse
G. Wodehouse
heart secret world
When it comes to letting the world in on the secrets of his heart, he has about as much shrinking reticence as a steam calliope.
age may literature
This is peculiarly an age in which each of us may, if he do but search diligently, find the literature suited to his mental powers.
brain soup restaurants
The brains of members of the Press departments of motion-picture studios resemble soup at a cheap restaurant. It is wiser not to stir them.
sparring-partner balls want
You would be miserable if you had to go through life with a human doormat with 'Welcome' written on him. You want some one made of sterner stuff. You want, as it were, a sparring-partner, some one with whom you can quarrel happily with the certain knowledge that he will not curl up in a ball for you to kick, but will be there with the return wallop.
strong ocean men
Other men puffed, snorted, and splashed. George passed through the ocean with the silent dignity of a torpedo. Other men swallowed water, here a mouthful, there a pint, anon, maybe, a quart or so, and returned to the shore like foundering derelicts. George's mouth had all the exclusiveness of a fashionable club. His breast stroke was a thing to see and wonder at. When he did the crawl, strong men gasped. When he swam on his back, you felt that that was the only possible method of progression.
taken dancer lessons
He was one of those earnest, persevering dancers--the kind that have taken twelve correspondence lessons.
book garden feelings
...with each new book of mine I have always the feeling that this time I have picked a lemon in the garden of literature.
iron demand circumstances
It is true of course, that I have a will of iron, but it can be switched off if the circumstances seem to demand it.
vampire bats humans
She's a sort of human vampire-bat
girl stars mean
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 mean to say, when a girl suddenly asks you out of a blue sky if you don't sometimes feel that the stars are God's daisy-chain, you begin to think a bit.
party speak
It was one of those parties where you cough twice before you speak and then decide not to say it after all.
enjoy
You would not enjoy Nietzsche, sir. He is fundamentally unsound.
sacred limits claims
Well, you know, there are limits to the sacred claims of friendship.
feelings policemen
Whenever I get that sad, depressed feeling, I go out and kill a policeman.