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
moving dark night
Say what you will, there is something fine about our old aristocracy. I'll bet Trotsky couldn't hit a moving secretary with an egg on a dark night.
moving character thinking
Do you ever get moods when life seems absolutely meaningless? It's like a badly-constructed story, with all sorts of characters moving in and out who have nothing to do with the plot. And when somebody comes along that you think really has something to do with the plot, he suddenly drops out. After a while you begin to wonder what the story is about, and you feel that it's about nothing—just a jumble.
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.