Tag: p.g._wodehouse

We don’t really know anything at all about each other for certain.
He felt physically incapable of moving.
Reason was temporarily out of business.
Funny I never looked at it that way before.
You’ve got habits which you have had for a dozen years.
You like life to jog along at a peaceful walk.
The dreamy sense of well-being left him.
Good heavens! Do you think I did it?
He had the feeling that all was not well.
The whole thing worked out logically.
No alien figures infested the landscape.
Everywhere was peace.
Away in the distance a dog began to howl.
Are all these good things to stop as quickly as they began?
She said nothing about that when I saw her.
There had been a notable lack of interesting happenings this summer.
He felt a certain scornful amusement.
Simply that and nothing more.
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.