She looked as if she had been poured into her clothes and had forgotten to say “when.” – P.G. Wodehouse
The least thing upset him on the links. He missed short putts because of the uproar of butterflies in the adjoining meadows. – P.G. Wodehouse
The cup of tea on arrival at a country house is a thing which, as a rule, I particularly enjoy. I like the crackling logs, the shaded lights, the scent of buttered toast, the general atmosphere of leisured coziness. – P.G. Wodehouse
Unseen in the background, Fate was quietly slipping lead into the boxing-glove. – P.G. Wodehouse