Ruth McAdoo

“Good God, Clarence! You look like a bereaved tapeworm.”
― P.G. Wodehouse, Heavy Weather

“A depressing musty scent pervaded the place, as if a cheese had recently died there in painful circumstances.”
― P.G. Wodehouse, Leave It to Psmith

“Hugo?’ ‘Millicent?’ ‘Is that you?’ ‘Yes. Is that you?’ ‘Yes.’ Anything in the nature of misunderstanding was cleared away. It was both of them.”
― P.G. Wodehouse, Summer Lightning

“Abandon the idea, Jeeves. I fear you have not studied the sex as I have. Missing her lunch means little or nothing to the female of the species. The feminine attitude toward lunch is notoriously airy and casual. Where you have made your bloomer is confusing lunch with tea. Hell, it is well known, has no fury like a woman who wants her tea and can't get it. At such times the most amiable of the sex become mere bombs which a spark may ignite." Bertie Wooster”
― P.G. Wodehouse