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
grief golf games
I've just discovered the secret of golf. You can't play a really hot game unless you're so miserable that you don't worry over your shots. Take the case of a chip shot, for instance. If you're really wretched, you don't care where the ball is going and so you don't raise your head to see. Grief automatically prevents pressing and over-swinging. Look at the top-notchers. Have you ever seen a happy pro?
golf games glorious
It is the glorious uncertainty of golf that makes it the game it is.
golf men games
Men capable of governing empires fail to control a small white ball, which presents no difficulties whetever to others with one ounce more brain than a cuckoo clock. I wish to goodness I knew the man who invented this infernal game. I'd strangle him. But I suppose he's been dead for ages. Still, I could go and jump on his grave.
golf men games
Many bad golfers marry, feeling that a wife's loving solicitude may improve their game. But they are rugged, thick-skinned men, not sensitive and introspective. It is one of the chief merits of golf that non-success at the game induces a certain amount of decent humilty, which keeps a man from pluming himself too much on any petty triumphs he may achieve in other walks of life.
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.