Leave it to Psmith

“A depressing musty scent pervaded the place, as if a cheese had recently died there in painful circumstances.””

— P. G. Wodehouse

“We must always remember, however,' said Psmith gravely, 'that poets are also God's creatures.””

— P. G. Wodehouse

“Love, Miss Halliday, is a delicate plant. It needs tending, nurturing, assiduous fostering. This cannot be done by throwing the breakfast bacon at a husband's head.””

— P. G. Wodehouse

“He picked up one of the dead bats and covered it with his handkerchief. ‘Somebody’s mother,’ he murmured reverently.””

— P. G. Wodehouse

“Liz," said Mr. Cootes, lost in admiration, "when it comes to doping out a scheme, you're the snake's eyebrows!””

— P. G. Wodehouse

“Wait a minute while I think," said Miss Peavey. There was a pause. Miss Peavey sat with knit brows."How would it be..." ventured Mr. Cootes."Cheese it!" said Miss Peavey.Mr. Cootes cheesed it.””

— P. G. Wodehouse

“One uses the verb ‘descend’ advisedly, for what is required is some word suggesting instantaneous activity. About Baxter’s progress from the second floor to the first there was nothing halting or hesitating. He, so to speak, did it now. Planting””

— P. G. Wodehouse

“It seems to me that you and I were made for each other. I am your best friend’s best friend and we both have a taste for stealing other people’s jewellery.””

— P. G. Wodehouse

“But, Ed! Say! Are you going to let him get away with it?""Am going to let him get away with it!" said Mr. Cootes, annoyed by the foolish question. "Wake me up in the night and ask me!" "But what are you going to do?""Do!" said Mr. Cootes. "Do! I'll tell you what I'm going to..." He paused, and the stern resolve that shone in his face seemed to flicker. "Say, what the hell I going do?" he went on somewhat weakly.””

— P. G. Wodehouse