I had originally planned to devote an entire blog entry to old Plum, as he was sometimes called, but I already did that last year. Instead, I think I'll add a list of Wodehouse quotes and get back to work.
- The voice of Love seemed to call to me, but it was a wrong number.
- I could see that, if not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled.
He had just about enough intelligence to open his mouth when he wanted to eat, but certainly no more.
- At the age of eleven or thereabouts women acquire a poise and an ability to handle difficult situations which a man, if he is lucky, manages to achieve somewhere in the later seventies.
- I pressed down the mental accelerator. The old lemon throbbed fiercely. I got an idea.
- It is no use telling me there are bad aunts and good aunts. At the core, they are all alike. Sooner or later, out pops the cloven hoof.
- Warm-hearted! I should think he has to wear asbestos vests!
- A girl who bonnets a policeman with an ashcan full of bottles is obviously good wife-and-mother timber.
- Intoxicated? The word did not express it by a mile. He was oiled, boiled, fried, plastered, whiffled, sozzled, and blotto.
- He felt like a man who, chasing rainbows, has had one of them suddenly turn and bite him in the leg.
- This was not Aunt Dehlia, my good and kindly aunt, but my Aunt Agatha, the one who chews broken bottles and kills rats with her teeth.