The Ultimate Wodehouse Collection

These are grave defects.

These are mere straws, Jeeves. Do not let us chop them.”

Better men than I have split their trousers.

“Yes, sir. It seemed to me that Mr. Glossop’s face was sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought.”

I had never scorned a woman myself, but Pongo Twistleton once scorned an aunt of his, flatly refusing to meet her son Gerald at Paddington and give him lunch and see him off to school at Waterloo, and he never heard the end of it.

coarse badinage

He also called me an opprobrious name.

He has often boasted to me of his triumphs on the wheel.”

“Because you feel that if it were done when ‘tis done, then ‘twere well it were done quickly, sir?”