PG Wodehouse
Wodehouse, unlike Woody Allen, had a very positive outlook on life. He didn't whine or complain. Someone once alluded to the ". . . sunny and civilized world of P.G. Wodehouse." Wodehouse, Plum to his friends, is considered to be a master of the English language, and he is especially popular with other writers. Douglas Adams, who knew a thing or two about humor, put it pretty clearly, "Wodehouse is the greatest comic writer ever." Rudyard Kipling described Wodehouse's "Lord Emsworth and the Girlfriend" as the best short story in English literature.
"A brilliantly funny
writer -
perhaps the most consistently
funny the English language has yet produced."
- The London Times
"P.G. Wodehouse wrote
the best
English comic novels of the
century."
- Sebastian Faulks
"Wodehouse's idyllic
world can
never stale.
He will continue to release future generations from captivity that may
be more irksome than our own. He has made a world for us to live in and
delight in."
- Evelyn Waugh
The Small Bachelor
It has
been well said of
Sigsbee H. Waddington that, if men
were
dominoes, he would be the double-blank.
- Chapter 1 - IV
"The
letter M. seems to be
forming itself among the mists."
"I have a stepdaughter, Molly."
"Is she tall and dark?"
"No. Small and fair."
"Then it is she!" said Madame
Eulalie.
- Chapter 5 - I
"I can
mention no names, of
course . . ."
"I don't expect you to."
"Then I will simply say that A, to whom
the necklace belongs, is
shortly about to be married to B . . . I have my reasons for thinking
that the wedding will take place down at Hempstead on Long Island,
where C, A's stepmother, has her summer house."
"Why? Why not in New York?"
"Because," said Mr Waddington
simply, "I
expressed a wish that it
should take place in New York."
"What have you got to do with
it?"
"I am D, C's husband."
- Chapter 6 - V
She was
not normally an unkind
girl, but the impulse of the
female of
the species to torture the man it loves is well-known. Women may be a
ministering angel when pain and anguish wring the brow: but, if at
other times she sees a chance to prod the loved one and watch him
squirm, she hates to miss it.
- Chapter 15
Very Good, Jeeves!
"Because, if your aunt supposed that I was a pal of yours,
she would naturally sack me on the spot."
"Why?"
Bingo
raised his eyebrows.
"Why? Be
reasonable, Bertie. If you were your aunt, and you knew the sort of
chap you were, would you let a fellow you knew to be your best pal
tutor
your son?"
- Chapter 1
. . . I
did not hear the bell. I was in the sitting-room, sir."
. . .
"Doing this and that, no doubt?"
"Dusting
your new vase, sir."
My heart
warmed to the fellow. If there's one person I like, it's the chap who
is not too proud to admit it when he's in the wrong. No actual
statement to that effect had passed his lips, of course, but we
Woosters can read between the lines. I could see that he was learning
to love the vase.
"How
does it look?"
"Yes,
sir."
A bit
cryptic, but I let it go.
- Chapter 2
"Before
you start, sir, perhaps you would ring Miss Wickham up. She instructed
me to desire you to do so."
"You
mean she asked you to ask me?"
"Precisely, sir."
- Chapter 5
Jeeves
inclined his head gracefully.
"I shall
be delighted to accompany you, officer, if such is your wish. And I
feel sure that in this connection I may speak for Mr Wooster also. He
too, I am confident, will interpose no obstacle in the way of your
plans. If you consider that circumstances have placed Mr Wooster in a
position that may be termed equivocal, or even compromising, it will
naturally be his wish to exculpate himself at the earliest possible - "
"Here!"
said the policeman, slightly rattled.
"Officer?"
"Less of
it."
"Just as
you say, officer."
"Switch
it off and come along."
"Very
good, officer."
- Chapter 7
Right Ho, Jeeves
"Bertie,
I have something to say to you."
"What?"
"I have
something to say to you."
"I know.
I said 'What?' "
"Oh, I
thought you didn't hear what I said."
"Yes, I
heard what you said all right, but not whay you were going to say."
"Oh, I
see."
"Right-ho."
- Chapter 23
The Code of the Woosters
I
remembered something Jeeves
had once called Gussie. "A
sensitive plant, what?"
"Exactly. You know your
Shelley, Bertie."
"Oh, am I?"
- Chapter 3
Jeeves in the Offing
"Are you
sure?"
I said that sure was just what I wasn't
anything but.
- Chapter 7
Jeeves and the Feudal Spirit
"The
place is alive with
burglars."
"Burglars? What gives you that idea? I
haven't seen any
burglars. Have you, Bertie?"
"Not one. I remember thinking how odd
it
was."
- Chapter 14
Something Fresh
One of
the Georges - I forget which - once said that a certain number of
hours' sleep each night - I cannot recall at the moment how many - made
a man something, which for the time being has slipped my memory.
- Chapter 7 - II
It was
not the busy bar, full to overflowing with honest British yeomen, many
of them in the same condition, that Baxter sought.
- Chapter 7 - II
The Luck of the Bodkins
An
undertaker, passing at that
moment, would have looked at
this young man sharply, scenting business. So would a buzzard.
- Chapter 2
And then
for the second time in four days, he received inspiration, thereby
putting himself in a class of his own as far as the Bodkins were
concerned - his nearest competitor being that Sir Hilary Bodkin, temp Queen Anne,
who, according to family tradition handed down over the years from
father to son, got an idea just before the Battle of Blenheim and
another in the following spring.
- Chapter 16
Full Moon
Some
little while later
Veronica, starting the conversational
ball rolling once more, said that she had been bitten on the nose that
afternoon by a gnat. Tipton, shuddering at this, said that he had never
liked gnats. Veronica said that she too, did not like gnats, but that
they were better than bats. Yes, assented Tipton, oh, sure, yes a good
deal better than bats. Of cats Veronica said she was fond, and Tipton
agreed that cats as a class were swell. On the subject of rats they
were also as one, both holding strong views regarding their lack of
charm.
The ice thus broken, the talk flowed
pretty easily until Veronica said
that perhaps they had better be going in now. Tipton said, "Oh, shoot!"
and Veronica said, "I think we'd better," and Tipton said, "Well, okay,
if we must." His heart was racing and bounding as he accompanied her to
the drawing-room. If there had ever been any doubt in his mind that
this girl and he were twin souls, it no longer existed. It seemed to
him absolutely amazing that two people should think so alike on
everything - on gnats, bats, cats, rats, in fact absolutely everything.
- Chapter 4
The Mating Season
Jeeves,
in speaking of this
Fink-Nottle, had, if you remember,
described him as disgruntled, and it was plain at a glance that the
passage of time had done nothing to gruntle him.
- Chapter 9
Observing me, he switched off the
dreamy
look. "Oh, hallo, Bertie," he
said. "I wanted to see you."
"Oh, Yes?" I riposted, quick as a
flash,
and I meant it to sting, for I
was feeling a bit fed with Catsmeat. I mean of his own free will he had
taken on the job of valeting me, and
in his capacity of my gentleman's personal gentleman should have been
in and out all the time, brushing here a coat, pressing there a trouser
and generally making himself useful, and I hadn't set eyes on him since
the night we had arrived. One frowns on this absenteeism.
"I wanted to tell you the good
news."
I laughed hollowly. "Good news? Is
there
such a thing?"
"You bet there's such a thing. Things
are looking up. The sun is
smiling through. I believe I'm going to swing this Gertrude deal. Owing
to the footling social conventions which prevent visiting valets
hobnobbing with the daughter of the house, I haven't seen her, of
course, to speak to, but I've been sending her notes by Jeeves and she
has been sending me notes by Jeeves, and in her latest she shows
distinct signs of yielding to my prayers. I think about two more
communications, if carefully worded, should do the trick. Don't
actually buy the fish-slice yet, but be prepared."
My pique vanished. As I have
said
before, the Woosters are fair-minded.
I knew what a dickens of a sweat these love letters are, a whole-time
job calling for incessant concentration. If Catsmeat had been tied up
with a lot of correspondence of this type, he wouldn't have had much
time for attending to my wardrobe, of course. You can't press your suit
and another fellow's trousers simultaneously.
- Chapter 11
Pigs Have Wings
Ichabod,
felt Lord Emsworth, and was still in a disturbed state of mind, though
gradually becoming soothed by listening to that sweetest of all music,
the sound of the Empress restoring her tissues, when there appeared at
his side, leaning on the rail and surveying the champ through a
black-rimmed monocle, a slim, trim, dapper little gentleman in his late
fifties, whom he greeted with a cordial "Ah, Galahad."
- Chapter 1 - 3
"He's
absent-minded, isn't he?"
"Yes, I think one could fairly
call him that. If he has a mind, it is very seldom there."
- Chapter 5 - 3
"Jerry
Vail is an author, and
you know as well as I do what
authors are. Unbalanced. Unreliable. Fatheads, to a man."
- Chapter 9 - 1
The Brinkmanship of Galahad Threepwood
. . .
Gally enlivened their
progress with the story of the
girl who said to her betrothed, " I will not be dictated to!" and then
went and got a job as a stenographer . . .
- Chapter 6
For an instant Wilfred Allsop's face lit
up, as that of the poet
Shelley, whom he so closely resembled, must have done when he suddenly
realized that "blithe spirit" rhymes with "near it," not that it does,
and another ode as good as off the assembly line.
- Chapter 6
Quick Service
"I've
said it before, and I'll
say it
again. If George Holbeton had two
ounces more brain, just two ounces more, he would be half-witted."
- Chapter 13
Jill the Reckless
No wonder
Freddie experienced
the sort of abysmal soul-sadness
which afflicts one of Tolstoi's Russian peasants when, after putting in
a heavy day's work strangling his father, beating his wife, and
dropping the baby into the city reservoir, he turns to the cupboard,
only to find the vodka bottle empty.
- Chapter 8-I
Piccadilly Jim
"You have
the aspect of one
whom Fate has smitten in the
spiritual solar plexus or of one who has been searching for the leak in
life's gaspipe with a lighted candle. What's wrong?'
- Chapter 11
"I think
the heat must have
made him irritable. In his normal
state he would not strike a lamb. I've known him to do it."
"Do what?"
"Not strike lambs."
- Chapter 17
The Plot That Thickens
She came
in like an avenging
Fury, closing the door behind her
with a bang that brought Mr. Llewellyn out of slumberland with a jerk.
He had been having a dream in which he was a spy and was being shot at
sunrise, and the bang had synchronized neatly with the activities of
the firing squad.
- Chapter 11
Tales from the Drones Club
He felt
as if he had been lolling in the
electric chair at Sing-Sing and some practical joker had suddenly
turned on the juice.
- The Shadow Passes
Joy in the Morning
"Before
proceeding thither, I think it would be best for me to stop at Mr
Fittleworth's residence, apprise him of what has occurred, deposit the
luggage and warn him of your coming."
"Is 'warn' the word?"
"'Inform' I should have said, sir."
- Chapter 11
Sam the Sudden
One of
the rabbit-faced young men said that he could never understand how
fellows - or women, for that matter - thought up ideas for stories - or
plays, for the matter of that - or, as a matter of fact , any sort of
ideas, for that matter.
. . . .
The
other rabbit-faced young man said that something extremely rummy had
once happened to a pal of his. He had forgotten what it was, but it had
struck him at the time as distinctly rummy.
- Chapter 16 - I
Uncle Dynamite
"He
meant Brabazon-Plank, major.
As opposed to my brother, who, being younger than me, is, of course,
Brabazon-Plank, minor.
I can understand your being confused," said Lord Ickenham with a
commiserating glance at the officer, into whose face had crept the
boiled look of one who finds the conversation becoming too abstruse. .
. . "And what renders it all the more complex is that I myself
am a
mining engineer by profession. Anyone who wants to get straight on the
Brabazon-Plank situation has got to keep steadily before him the fact
that the minor is a major and the major a miner. I have known strong
men to break down on realizing this. So you know my minor, the major,
do you? Most interesting."
- Chapter 7
Bertie Wooster Sees It Through
I gave him the facts, and he
expressed his opinion that the position of affairs was disturbing.
"You would go so far as
that, Jeeves?"
"Yes, sir. Most disturbing."
"Ho!" I said borrowing a bit
of Stilton's stuff, and was about to tell him that if he couldn't think
of a better word than that to describe what was probably the ghastliest
imbroglio that had ever broken loose in the history of the human race,
I would be glad to provide him with a Roget's Thesaurus at my personal expense,
when the gong went and I had to leg it for the trough.
- Chapter 11
"And if I am to stave off
the Cheesewright challenge, I shall have need of a weapon. His strength
is the strength of ten, and unarmed I should be corn before his
sickle."
"Extremely well put, sir, if I may say so, and
your diagnosis of the situation is perfectly accurate. Mr
Cheesewright's robustness would enable him to crush you like a fly."
"Exactly."
"He would obliterate you with a single blow.
He would break you in two with his bare hands. He would tear you limb
from limb."
I frowned slightly. I was
glad to see that he appreciated the gravity of the situation, but these
crude physical details seemed to me uncalled for.
- Chapter 16
"So there you are, Jeeves.
Bend the brain to it. If you wish to pace the corridor, by all means do
so."
"It will not be necessary,
sir. One sees what must be done."
I said I would be glad if he
could arrange it so that two could.
- Chapter 19