p.g._wodehouse – blackandwhiteandcolours

What do you want me to do?

I didn’t mean to be cross.

It explains everything.

You know the feeling.

I’m so glad you were able to come.

It rattled me rather, I must confess.

That’s all there was about it.

It’s all dashed puzzling.

I spent the afternoon musing on Life.

You haven’t got a moment to waste.

Would you desert a pal at a time like this?

This is the best thing that could have happened.

Yes, it was a peaceful sort of life.

I don’t see that I could have done any more.

You’ve got to make an effort.

He didn’t want to talk.

There didn’t seem much to be done. I just lit a cigarette and sat there.

I’m speaking of the past.

That’s always the way in this world.

Each of the hens has a dozen chickens. The chickens grow up and have more chickens.

It didn’t seem to do him any good.

There must be something we can do.

Can you think of anything?

I never expected anything like this!

What on earth am I to do?

In a way, I couldn’t help sympathizing with the fellow.

This is my only chance to collect a past, and I’m going to do it.

We’re only young once.

There was nothing I could do.

These things are just life’s mysteries, and that’s all there is to it.

My mind has been working absolutely clearly.

Life’s nothing but words, words, words.