They say that people in this world can be divided into two: those who have read P G Wodehouse, and those who haven’t. The second category may not be disgruntled at the loss, but, to use a PGW phrase, will surely be “far from gruntled”.
PGW is often described as “greatest musician of the English language” and has indeed made a world for us to escape into and delight in. When life shoots its arrows, many of us, like Bertie, would retire to The Drones Club, or Blandings, if you prefer.
The unfortunate beings know not what they have missed. Some sample quotes:
“An apple a day, if well-aimed, keeps the doctor away.”
“You are one of those guys who can make a party just by leaving it. It is a great gift.”
“She had a laugh like a squadron of cavalry charging over a tin bridge.”
“He came in and went out so quickly that he met himself at the door”.
“She had more curves than a scenic railway,”
“She has got brains enough for two, which is the exact quantity that the girl who marries you will need.”
“Everything in life that’s any fun, as someone has wisely observed, is either immoral, illegal or fattening.”
“She looked as if she had been poured into her clothes and had forgotten to say ‘when’.”
“I always advise people never to give advice.”
A caveat: I should not be blamed if anyone belonging to the second category is induced to beg, borrow or steal any one of PGW’s oeuvre.