P. G. Wodehouse

P. G. Wodehouse

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Portrait of P. G. Wodehouse P. G. Wodehouse A Benefit Match (1906)

And it stood as a record till the day that Jervis rang me up on the telephone and broached the matter of Mr. Morley-Davenport.
It is no use to grumble, I suppose. One cannot alter one's nature. There it is, and there's an end of it. But personally I have always found it a minor curse. People ask me to do things, and expect me to oblige them, when they would not dream of making the same request of most of the men I know. And they thrive on it. Do a man a good turn once, as somebody says, and after that he thinks he has a right to come and sit on your lap and help himself out of your pockets.
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Portrait of P. G. Wodehouse P. G. Wodehouse A Benefit Match (1906)

I went back to the smoking-room musing on the follies a man will commit if he is cursed with the obliging nature of a saint. Here was I pledged to induce two perfect strangers to bowl badly before a large audience, possibly to endure ridicule from the same—and for what? To enable a man, for whom they could not be expected to care a dam (a small Javanese coin of inconsiderable value) to become a member of an institution which probably they thoroughly despised.
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Portrait of P. G. Wodehouse P. G. Wodehouse A Benefit Match (1906)

I said. "Life's too short. We should have to run this match as a serial if we wanted that man to get twenty. He wouldn't do it before the middle of next season. Poor devil, though, it's rather hard on him. Listen to those fellows!"
The crowd had risen as one man, and was cheering the outgoing batsman as if he had made a century.
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