P. G. Wodehouse,
Three Men and a Maid — CHAPTER 9
(1922)
“ Miss Milliken folded her hands and shut her eyes, her invariable habit when called upon to recite.“Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Art is long and time is fleeting. ”
P. G. Wodehouse,
Three Men and a Maid — CHAPTER 9
(1922)
“ There is plenty of dirt in other parts of Ridgeway's Inn, but nowhere is it so plentiful, so rich in alluvial deposits, as on the exterior of the offices of Marlowe, Thorpe, Prescott, Winslow and Appleby. As you tap on the topmost of the geological strata concealing the ground-glass of the door, a sense of relief and security floods your being. ”
P. G. Wodehouse,
Three Men and a Maid — CHAPTER 9
(1922)
“ Long hours of brooding among the red plush settees in the lounge of the Hotel Magnificent at Bingley-on-the-Sea had brought about this strange, even morbid, attitude of mind in Samuel Marlowe. Work, he had decided even before his conversation with Eustace, was the only medicine for his sick soul. ”
