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P. G. Wodehouse

The Man Upstairs and Other Stories

  • Dannihas quoted4 years ago
    Any man under thirty years of age who tells you he is not afraid of an English butler lies.
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    Those noisome creatures, the hired murderers
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    Unfortunately, it was evident, even to her, that he was being hurt, and that he was very far from sweeping triumphantly over Albert Parsons.
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    I admires it in you, Tom.
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    It was enough. Sellers bowed stiffly and stalked from the room.
  • Dannihas quoted4 years ago
    There was a train-wreck in the Land of Yesterday. Mr Ferguson, the only survivor, limped back into the Present.
    The Present had little charm, but at least it was better than the cakeless Future.
  • Dannihas quoted4 years ago
    He looked at her with unwilling respect, the respect of the novice for the veteran. She was nothing to him now, of course. She had passed out of his life. But he could not help remembering that long ago—eighteen months ago—what he had admired most in her had been this same spirit, this game refusal to be disturbed by Fate's blows. It braced him up.
  • Dannihas quoted4 years ago
    THE MAN, THE MAID, AND THE MIASMA

    Although this story is concerned principally with the Man and the Maid, the Miasma pervades it to such an extent that I feel justified in putting his name on the bills.
  • Dannihas quoted4 years ago
    My uncle is 'ot-tempered man. The cat is 'eavy cat. I 'ave thrown 'im very hard, for my nerves and my toothache and my 'atred 'ave given me the giant's strength. Alone is this enough to enrage my 'ot-tempered uncle. I am there in his hotel, you will understand, as cashier, not as cat-thrower.
  • Dannihas quoted4 years ago
    Your Longfellow has a poem. 'I shot an arrow into the air. It fell to earth, I know not where.' And then he has found it. The arrow in the 'eart of a friend. Am I right? Also was that the tragedy with me. I flung the cat Alexander. My uncle, on whom I am dependent, is passing at the moment. He has received the cat in the middle of his face.
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