Archive for the ‘P. G. Wodehouse’ Category

Love seemed to call me, but it was a wrong number

Thursday, February 11th, 2010
soup tureen

“…Jeeves,” I said, “nothing seems to matter.”

“No, sir?”

“No, Jeeves. A woman has tossed my heart lightly away, but what of it?”

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There is no surer foundation for a beautiful friendship than a mutual taste in literature.

Monday, October 12th, 2009
magnifying glass, face

“Have you read ‘Blood on the Banisters’?”

“Oh, yes! I thought it was better than ‘Severed Throats’.”

“So did I,” said Cyril. “Much better. Brighter murderers, subtler detectives, crisper clues… better in every way…”

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