Tag: p.g._wodehouse

It certainly was inconvenient – there was no doubt of that.
He lapsed into a sombre silence.
So, you see, there’s always hope.
I’m a little disappointed in that monk.
Everybody had a suggestion now.
It was imperative that, whatever he did, he should do it quickly.
A sudden realization came upon him that life was real and life was earnest.
It was not his place to analyse the motives of monkeys.
The world ceased to swim and flicker.
I feel very far away sometimes.
It was Sunday, the day of rest.
‘I was just admiring your place,’ he said.
He was quite willing to stay on here indefinitely.
He told himself that he had made progress.
Her silence had puzzled him.
I’m thinking.
I’m glad to see you again.
Of course, I remember you perfectly.
He should not have come out on to the dancing-floor.
Time passed.
It was a perfect day, cloudless and still. There was peace in the air.
Still, it’s quite a jolly place.
What have you been doing this morning?
I think that squeaking bird of yours is about the beastliest thing I ever met.
I really don’t want to buy anything.
The situation had the appearance of being at a deadlock.
One would have said that here was a man with a secret sorrow.
He was frowning slightly.
He paid no attention to the stream of humanity that flowed past him.