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Comment by Richard Roman on August 29, 2011 at 21:39

P G Wodehouse: filthy traitor or frightful ass?

The publication of secret MI5 documents has rekindled the decades-long debate over the author’s broadcasts from Nazi Germany.

 

from today's paper:

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/books/8727277/P-G-Wodehouse-filt...

Comment by Richard Roman on August 29, 2011 at 18:29

Hope to see everyone tomorrow at the Arts & Letters meeting at grandpa's!

Comment by Richard Roman on August 27, 2011 at 0:32

Anyone who is interested in the English language should come along to the discussion - the greatest writer of the 20th century!

Comment by Richard Roman on August 26, 2011 at 14:33

Everyone- read the short story I have posted. It will change your life!

Comment by Richard Roman on August 26, 2011 at 14:33

Just some quotes below of the great PG

 

 

Comment by Richard Roman on August 26, 2011 at 14:30

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

Comment by Richard Roman on August 9, 2011 at 21:46

Everyone - get those reading glasses on!

 

It is only a short piece but we are going to do something special with it!