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More from P.G. Wodehouse

Unseen, in the background, Fate was quietly slipping the lead into the boxing-glove.

Very Good, Jeeves (1930)

She’s one of those soppy girls, riddled from head to foot with whimsy. She holds the view that the stars are God’s daisy chain, that rabbits are gnomes in attendance on the Fairy Queen, and that every time a fairy blows its wee nose a baby is born, which, as we know, is not the case. She’s a drooper.

You wouldn’t think it to look at him, because he’s small and shrimplike and never puts on weight, but Gussie loves food. Watching him tucking into his rations at the Drones, a tapeworm would raise its hat respectfully, knowing that it was in the presence of a master.

Lord Emsworth, whose IQ may be some thirty points below that of an absent minded jellyfish.

Lord Emsworth Acts for the Best (1926) Note: the line is likely a paraphrase, as it was used in a description of the short story itself.

We exchanged significant glances. At least, I gave him a significant glance and he looked like a stuffed frog, his habit when being discreet.

How Right You Are, Jeeves