“Why did you come? Oh, I know what you are going to say. You felt that, cost what it might, you had to see me again, just once. You could not resist the urge to take away with you one… — Wodehouse Copy Share Image
“Alf Todd," said Ukridge, soaring to an impressive burst of imagery, "has about as much chance as a one-armed blind man in a dark… — Wodehouse Copy Share Image
“She’s crazy. I wore a moustache my last year at Oxford, and it looked frightful. Nearly as loathsome as yours. Moustache forsooth!” said Stilton,… — Wodehouse Copy Share Image
“I read the paragraph again. A peculiar feeling it gave me. I don't know if you have ever experienced the sensation of seeing the… — Wodehouse Copy Share Image
“A man's subconscious self is not the ideal companion. It lurks for the greater part of his life in some dark den of its… — Wodehouse Copy Share Image
“There is only one cure for grey hair. It was invented by a Frenchman. It is called the guillotine.” — Wodehouse Copy Share Image
“There was something sort of bleak about her tone, rather as if she had swallowed an east wind. This I took to be due… — Wodehouse Copy Share Image
“Why did you come? Oh, I know what you are going to say. You felt that, cost what it might, you had to see… — Wodehouse Copy Share Image
“My Aunt Dahlia, who runs a woman's paper called Milady's Boudoir, had recently backed me into a corner and made me promise to write… — Wodehouse Copy Share Image
“...and, according to my nearest and dearest, practically a half-witted bachelor at that.” — Wodehouse Copy Share Image
“I spent the afternoon musing on Life. If you come to think of it, what a queer thing Life is! So unlike anything else,… — Wodehouse Copy Share Image
“Well, the fact is," said Celia, in a burst of girlish frankness, "I rather think I've killed George." Killed him, eh?" It was a… — Wodehouse Copy Share Image
