Hello friends. This post is a collection of quotes from the book - Thank You, Jeeves by P G Wodehouse.
Thank You, Jeeves has been described as a supreme comedy of errors which is guaranteed to raise many a chortle, as Wooster travels to one of Chuffy's cottages in Dorset to carry on his banjolele practice in (dubious) peace.
In New York, I have always found, one get off the mark quickly in matters of the heart. This, I believe, is due to something in the air. - Thank You, Jeeves, Chapter 1
It's always a bit of a shock, when you've just parted from Bloke A, to meet Bloke B and have Bloke B suddenly bring Bloke A into the conversation. - Thank You, Jeeves, Chapter 2
The longer I live, the more I feel that the great wheeze in life is to be jolly well sure what you want and not let yourself be put off by pals who think they know better than you do. - Thank You, Jeeves, Chapter 3
I don't know if you have ever leaped between the sheets, all ready for a spot of sleep, and received an unforeseen lizard up the left pyjama leg? It is an experience that puts its stamp on a man. - Thank You, Jeeves, Chapter 3
It is not cold feet. It is delicacy. [...] We men have our code in these matters. We may fall in love pretty nippily, but after that we consider it decorous to back-pedal a while. We are the parfait gentle knights, and we feel that it ill beseems us to make a beeline for a girl like a man charging into a railway restaurant for a bowl of soup. - Thank You, Jeeves, Chapter 4
In my experience, there are two kinds of elderly American. One, the stout and horn-rimmed, is matiness itself. He greets you as if you were a favourite son, starts agitating the cocktail shaker before you know where you are, slips a couple into you with a merry laugh, claps you on the back, tells you a dialect story about two Irishmen named Pat and Mike, and, in a word, makes life one grand, sweet song. The other, which runs a good deal to the cold, grey stare and the square jaw, seems to view the English cousin with concern. It is not Elfin. It broods. It says little. It sucks in its breath in a pained way. And every now and again you catch its eye, and it is like colliding with a raw oyster. - Thank You, Jeeves, Chapter 11
I dare say you have had the experience of telling someone a longish story and getting on to the fact, half-way through, that you haven't got the sympathy of the audience. Most unpleasant sensation. - Thank You, Jeeves, Chapter 14
There is nothing like a quiet cigarette for soothing the system. For some moments I puffed luxuriously, and my nerves, which had been sticking out of my body an inch long and curled at the ends, gradually slipped into place again. I felt restored and invigorated and in a mood for conversation. - Thank You, Jeeves, Chapter 15
The moving finger writes and, having writ, moves on, nor all your piety and wit can lure it back to cancel half a line, nor all your tears wash out a word of it. - Thank You, Jeeves, Chapter 15
It's odd, the effect hunger has on one. You can't tell what you will do under the stress of it. Let the most level-headed bird get really peckish, and he will throw prudence to the winds. - Thank You, Jeeves, Chapter 18