“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, which surprised me, for I hadn’t supposed he knew words like ‘forsooth’. “‘I wouldn’t grow a… — 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
