Some examples to demonstrate why P.G. Wodehouse is the Master Supreme of comic English prose:

“Unlike the male codfish which, suddenly finding itself the parent of three million five hundred thousand little codfish, cheerfully resolves to love them all, the British aristocracy is apt to look with a somewhat jaundiced eye on its younger sons.”

“She fitted into my biggest armchair as if it had been built round her by someone who knew they were wearing armchairs tight about the hips that season.”

“Golf, like measles, should be caught young.”

“She looked as if she had been poured into her clothes and had forgotten to say ‘when.’”

“I could see that, if not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled.”

“She had a penetrating sort of laugh. Rather like a train going into a tunnel.” (Electric Six, anyone?)

“He felt like a man who, chasing rainbows, has had one of them suddenly turn and bite him in the leg.”

“The village of Market Blandings is one of those sleepy hamlets which modern progress has failed to touch… The church is Norman, and the intelligence of the majority of the natives palaeozoic.”

“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.”

“I once got engaged to his daughter Honoria, a ghastly dynamic exhibit who read Nietzsche and had a laugh like waves breaking on a stern and rockbound coast.” (Fancy that, Ruud? Rather Wagnerian type, methinks.)

“A certain critic—for such men, I regret to say, do exist—made the nasty remark about my last novel that it contained ‘all the old Wodehouse characters under different names’. He has probably now been eaten by bears, like the children who made mock of the prophet Elisha: but if he still survives he will not be able to make a similar charge against Summer Lightning. With my superior intelligence, I have outgeneralled this man by putting in all the old Wodehouse characters under the same names. Pretty silly it will make him feel, I rather fancy.”

“Unseen, in the background, Fate was quietly slipping the lead into the boxing-glove.”

“He groaned slightly and winced, like Prometheus watching his vulture dropping in for lunch.”

The list goes on.

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