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Time: August 30, 2011 from 7:30pm to 10pm
Location: Grandpa's
Street: Xikang Hutong
City/Town: Changchun
Event Type: literature, meeting
Organized By: Arts & Letters Group
Latest Activity: Aug 30, 2011
A special evening to commemorate the life and works of P G Wodehouse, the great English humourist
Best known for his short stories, here is a link so that you can sample some classic Wodehouse
http://www.classicreader.com/browse/6/w/
The story that has been chosen is The Clicking of Cuthbert
which can be found here:
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from today's paper:
Just some quotes below of the great PG
She looked as if she had been poured into her clothes and had forgotten to say "when." | The Duke of Dunstable had one-way pockets. He would walk ten miles in the snow to chisel an orphan out of tuppence. |
The fascination of shooting as a sport depends almost wholly on whether you are at the right or wrong end of the gun | It is a good rule in life never to apologize. The right sort of people do not want apologies, and the wrong sort take a mean advantage of them |
I know I was writing stories when I was five. I don't know what I did before that . . . just loafed, I suppose. | As for Gussie Finknottle, many an experienced undertaker would have been deceived by his appearance and started embalming on sight |
Marriage isn't a process of prolonging the life of love, but of mummifying the corpse | Her face was shining like the seat of a bus-driver's trousers |
A melancholy-looking man, he had the appearance of someone who had searched for the leak in life's gas pipe with a lighted candle | "Have you ever tasted such filthy coffee?" "Never" said Joe, though he had lived in French hotels |
Few of them were to be trusted within reach of a trowel and a pile of bricks | I pressed down the mental accelerator |
The old lemon throbbed fiercely. I got an idea | There is only one cure for grey hair. It was invented by a Frenchman. It is called the guillotine |
He had just about enough intelligence to open his mouth when he wanted to eat, but certainly no more | I always advise people never to give advice |
She gave me the sort of look she would have given a leper she wasn't fond of | Wilfred Allsop was sitting up, his face pale, his eyes glassy, his hair disordered. He looked like the poet Shelley after a big night out with Lord Byron |
She wrinkles her nose at me as if I were a drain that had got out of order | The Aberdeen terrier gave me an unpleasant look and said something under his breath in Gaelic |
Her eye swivelling round stopped me like a bullet. The Wedding Guest, if you remember, had the same trouble with the Ancient Mariner | There is a fog sir. If you will recollect, we are now in Autumn - season of mists and mellow fruitfulness |
I explain this to Jeeves and he said the same thing had bothered Hamlet |
Everyone - get those reading glasses on!
It is only a short piece but we are going to do something special with it!
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