P. G. Wodehouse
P. G. Wodehouse
Sir Pelham Grenville Wodehouse, KBEwas an English author and one of the most widely read humorists of the 20th century. Born in Guildford, the son of a British magistrate based in Hong Kong, Wodehouse spent happy teenage years at Dulwich College, to which he remained devoted all his life. After leaving school he was employed by a bank but disliked the work and turned to writing in his spare time. His early novels were mostly school stories, but he later...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth15 October 1881
cousin uncles aunt
As a rule, you see, I'm not lugged into Family Rows. On the occasions when Aunt is calling Aunt like mastodons bellowing across premieval swamps and Uncle James's letter about Cousin Mabel's peculiar behaviour is being shot round the family circle ('Please read this carefully and send it on Jane') the clan has a tendency to ignore me. It's one of the advantages I get from being a bachelor - and, according to my nearest and dearest, practically a half-witted bachelor at that.
cousin animal air
He's like one of those weird birds in India who dissolve themselves into thin air and nip through space in a sort of disembodied way and assemble the parts again just where they want them. I've got a cousin who's what they call a Theosophist, and he says he's often nearly worked the thing himself, but couldn't quite bring it off, probably owing to having fed in his boyhood on the flesh of animals slain in anger and pie.
looked poured
He was a tubby little chap who looked as if he had been poured into his clothes and had forgotten to say 'when!'
men chasing-rainbows legs
He felt like a man who, chasing rainbows, has had one of them suddenly turn and bite him in the leg.
roots impact moustache
A lesser moustache, under the impact of that quick, agonised expulsion of breath, would have worked loose at the roots.
bored bird bottles
Birds, except when broiled and in the society of a cold bottle, bored him stiff.
i-dont-trust-you dont-trust
It's not that I don't trust you, Dunstable, it's simply that I don't trust you.
kindness milk gallons
the supply of the milk of human kindness was short by several gallons
ice broken fragments
the ice was not only broken; it was shivered into a million fragments
dancer
As a dancer, I out-Fred the nimblest Astaire.
feelings steps footsteps
you ever have that feeling when you step down onto a footstep that isn't there?
lunch prometheus dropping
He groaned slightly and winced like Prometheus watching his vulture dropping in for lunch.
horse boys hands
I suppose even Dictators have their chummy moments, when they put their feet up and relax with the boys, but it was plain from the outset that if Roderick Spode had a sunnier side, he had not come with any idea of exhibiting it now. His manner was curt. One sensed the absence of the bonhomous note. ... Here he laid a hand on my shoulder, and I can't remember when I have experienced anything more unpleasant. Apart from what Jeeves would have called the symbolism of the action, he had a grip like the bite of a horse. "Did you say 'Oh yes?'" he asked. "Oh no," I assured him.
tree old-friends roof
We do not tell old friends beneath our roof-tree that they are an offence to the eyesight.