Friday, 13 September 2013

30 Day Book Challenge: Isa's Day 13 - Favourite Writer

P.G. Wodehouse has been my favourite author for a very long time. I've never given much thought as to why, besides finding him incredible amusing, but one morning while discussing him with a former professor of mine, he said, "Ah, Wodehouse... He did wonderful things with the English language." And that's just it! Wodehouse never simply told a story, he played with language, turning boring common phrases into sparkling new flashes of humour, all of it while making the readers lose themselves into a cosy world where even troubling events in the plot were gladly embraced with the knowledge that, it being Wodehouse, all would end well. 
No matter how horrid things are, you read one of his books and you can't help but feel better.


So I'll just leave you with a few of my favourite Wodehouse quotes, but bear in mind that this short post could never do justice to the man's work. So go read it, when you have the chance!


“To my daughter Leonora without whose never-failing sympathy and encouragement this book would have been finished in half the time.”

“It was one of those parties where you cough twice before you speak and then decide not to say it after all.”

“He wore the unmistakable look of a man about to be present at a row between women, and only a wet cat in a strange backyard bears itself with less jauntiness than a man faced by such a prospect.”

“And she's got brains enough for two, which is the exact quantity the girl who marries you will need.”

“I turned to Aunt Agatha, whose demeanour was now rather like that of one who, picking daisies on the railway, has just caught the down express in the small of the back.”

“The Right Hon. was a tubby little chap who looked as if he had been poured into his clothes and had forgotten to say `When!'”

“In one second, without any previous training or upbringing, he had become the wettest man in Worcestershire.”

“She snorted with a sudden violence which twenty-four hours earlier would have unmanned me completely. Even in my present tolerably robust condition, it affected me like one of those gas explosions which slay six.”

“He vanished abruptly, like an eel going into mud.” 

“'I hate you, I hate you!' cried Madeline, a thing I didn't know anyone ever said except in the second act of a musical comedy.”

“Many a man may look respectable, and yet be able to hide at will behind a spiral staircase.”

 “Freddie experienced the sort of abysmal soul-sadness which afflicts one of Tolstoy's Russian peasants when, after putting in a heavy day's work strangling his father, beating his wife, and dropping the baby into the city's reservoir, he turns to the cupboards, only to find the vodka bottle empty.”

“Chumps always make the best husbands. When you marry, Sally, grab a chump. Tap his head first, and if it rings solid, don't hesitate. All the unhappy marriages come from husbands having brains. What good are brains to a man? They only unsettle him.”

“I don't want to wrong anybody, so I won't go so far as to say that she actually wrote poetry, but her conversation, to my mind, was of a nature calculated to excite the liveliest of suspicions.”

“’You must remember, Father,’ said Mavis, in a voice which would have had an Eskimo slapping his ribs and calling for the steam-heat.”

“Oh, I don't know, you know, don't you know?”

“Well, the fact is," said Celia, in a burst of girlish frankness, "I rather think I've killed George."”

“A lesser moustache, under the impact of that quick, agonised expulsion of breath, would have worked loose at the roots.”

“"What ho!" I said.
"What ho!" said Motty.
"What ho! What ho!"
"What ho! What ho! What ho!"
After that it seemed rather difficult to go on with the conversation.”


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