THE MATING SEASON – P.G. WODEHOUSE

1. You whizz off the mark all pep and ginger, like a mettlesome charger going into its routine, and the next thing you know, the customers are up on their hind legs, yelling for footnotes. (p.5)

2. I lit a rather pleased cigarette. Things were beginning to clarify. (p.7)

3. I was not able to wholly subscribe to this view. (p.22)

4. (…) for it enabled me to bridge over an emotional moment. (p.27)

5. I am told by those who know that there are six varieties of hangover – the Broken Compass, the Sewing Machine, the Comet, the Atomic, the Cement Mixer, and the Gremlin Boogie, and his manner suggested that he had got them all.

‘So you were lathered last night?’ I said.

‘I was perhaps a mite polluted,’ he admitted. (p.29)

6. ‘In my early touring days I have sometimes arrived at Southport on a rainy Sunday morning. Gussie gave me that same sense of hopeless desolation.’ (p.30)

7. From start to finish of every meal she soliloquized. Shakespeare would have liked her. (p.46)

8. All rather mystic. (p.47)

9. (…) for the last thing one desires is to be supposed to be giving a maiden lady the horse’s laugh on account of her physical infirmities, (…) (p.50)

10. Like Jeeves, he had manifested himself silently out of the void. (p.65)

11. We were silent for a moment, musing on what the harvest would be, (…) (p.80)

12. A sort of grey horror came into his face, as if he had been taking a quick look into a past which he had hoped to forget. (p.89)

13. There was a sort of dreamy look on his dial, as if he were thinking of Gertrude Winkworth. (p.105)

14. ‘I have a feeling that things are breaking just right these days and that very shortly an era of universal happiness will set in.’ (p.160)

15. A tall, drooping man, looking as if he had been stuffed in a hurry by an incompetent taxidermist, (…) (p.189)

16. Constable Dobbs’s was not a face that lent itself readily to any great display of emotion. It looked as if it had been carved out of some hard kind of wood by a sculptor who had studied at a Correspondence School and had got to about Lesson Three. (p.242)

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