A lesser moustache, under the impact of that quick, agonised expulsion of breath, would have worked loose at the roots. P. G. Wodehouse More Quotes by P. G. Wodehouse More Quotes From P. G. Wodehouse Golf acts as a corrective against sinful pride. I attribute the insane arrogance of the later Roman Emperors almost entirely to the fact that, never having played golf, they never knew that strange chastening humility which is engendered by a topped chip shot. If Cleopatra had been ousted in the first round of the Ladies' Singles, we should have heard a lot less of her proud imperiousness. P. G. Wodehouse pride humility golf She fitted into my biggest arm-chair as if it had been built round her by someone who knew they were wearing arm-chairs tight about the hips that season P. G. Wodehouse arms hips food You probably think that being a guest in your aunt's house I would hesitate to butter you all over the front lawn and dance on the fragments in hobnailed boots, but you are mistaken. It would be a genuine pleasure. By an odd coincidence I brought a pair of hobnailed boots with me!' So saying, and recognising a good exit line when he saw one, he strode out, and after an interval of tense meditation I followed him. (Spode to Wooster) P. G. Wodehouse aunt house thinking Birds, except when broiled and in the society of a cold bottle, bored him stiff. P. G. Wodehouse bored bottles bird It's not that I don't trust you, Dunstable, it's simply that I don't trust you. P. G. Wodehouse i-dont-trust-you dont-trust He looks much more like a lobster than most lobsters do. P. G. Wodehouse looks lobster It was a silver cow. But when I say 'cow', don't go running away with the idea of some decent, self-respecting cudster such as you may observe loading grass into itself in the nearest meadow. This was a sinister, leering, Underworld sort of animal, the kind that would spit out of the side of its mouth for twopence. P. G. Wodehouse self running animal In his normal state he would not strike a lamb. I’ve known him to do it’ ‘Do what?’ ‘Not strike lambs P. G. Wodehouse lambs normal states Hugo?’ ‘Millicent?’ ‘Is that you?’ ‘Yes. Is that you?’ ‘Yes.’ Anything in the nature of misunderstanding was cleared away. It was both of them. P. G. Wodehouse misunderstanding What you want, my lad, and what you're going to get are two very different things. P. G. Wodehouse different want two I laughed derisively. "For goodness' sake, don't start gargling now. This is serious." "I was laughing." "Oh, were you? Well, I'm glad to see you taking it in this merry spirit." "Derisively," I explained. P. G. Wodehouse serious sake laughing It was one of the most disgusting spectacles I've ever seen-- this white-haired old man, who should have been thinking of the hereafter, standing there lying like an actor. P. G. Wodehouse men lying thinking You know how it is with some girls. They seem to take the stuffing right out of you. I mean to say, there is something about their personality that paralyses the vocal cords and reduces the contents of the brain to cauliflower. P. G. Wodehouse girl humorous mean the supply of the milk of human kindness was short by several gallons P. G. Wodehouse gallons milk kindness He enjoys that perfect peace, that peace beyond all understanding, which comes to its maximum only to the man who has given up golf. P. G. Wodehouse perfect golf men The only way of really finding out a man's true character is to play golf with him. In no other walk of life does the cloven hoof so quickly display itself. P. G. Wodehouse golf character men I pity the shrimp that matches wits with you Jeeves P. G. Wodehouse jeeves pity shrimp Golf is the Great Mystery. Like some capricous goddess, it bestows its favours with what would appear an almost fat-headed lack of method and discrimination. On every side we see big two-fisted he-men floundering round in three figures, stopping every few minutes to let through little shrimps with knock-knees and hollow cheeks, who are tearing up snappy seventy-fours. P. G. Wodehouse golf men two 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. P. G. Wodehouse games golf men No one so dislikes being punished unjustly as the person who might have been punished justly on scores of previous occasions, if he had only been found out. P. G. Wodehouse score found might
