Happy Birthday P. G. Wodehouse

PGWodehouseThe English novelist–most famous for his thoroughly awesome series of “Jeeves” novels–would have been 133 today. Here are some of my favorite Wodehouse lines of prose:

He enjoys that perfect peace, that peace beyond all understanding, which comes to its maximum only to the man who has given up golf.


Insidious things (mint juleps). They creep up on you like a baby sister and slide their little hands into yours and the next thing you know the Judge is telling you to pay the clerk of the court $50.


He felt like a man who, chasing rainbows, has had one of them suddenly turn and bite him in the leg.


She fitted into my biggest armchair as if it had been built round her by someone who knew they were wearing armchairs tight about the hips that season.


The Right Hon. was a tubby little chap who looked as if he had been poured into his clothes and had forgotten to say ‘When!


She uttered a sound rather like an elephant taking its foot out of a mud hole in a Burmese teak forest.