In a series of events, all of which had been a bit thick, this, in his opinion, achieved the maximum of thickness.
He had the look of one who had drunk the cup of life and found a dead beetle at the bottom.
It was one of those cases where you approve the broad, general principle of an idea but can't help being in a bit of a twitter at the prospect of putting it into practical effect. I explained this to Jeeves, and he said much the same thing had bothered Hamlet.
He had just about enough intelligence to open his mouth when he wanted to eat, but certainly no more.
If there is one thing I dislike, it is the man who tries to air his grievances when I wish to air mine.
Whenever I get that sad, depressed feeling, I go out and kill a policeman.
I flung open the door. I got a momentary flash of about a hundred and fifteen cats of all sizes and colours scrapping in the middle of the room, and then they all shot past me with a rush and out of the front door; and all that was left of the mobscene was the head of a whacking big fish, lying on the carpet and staring up at me in a rather austere sort of way, as if it wanted a written explanation and apology.
Marriage is not a process for prolonging the life of love, sir. It merely mummifies its corpse.