"Aunt Dahlia's face grew darker. Hunting, if indulged in regularly over a period of years, is a pastime that seldom fails to lend a fairly deepish tinge to the patient's complexion, and her best friends could not have denied that even at normal times the relative's map tended a little towards the crushed strawberry. But never had I seen it take on so pronounced a richness as now. She looked like a tomato struggling for self-expression."
From Right Ho, Jeeves by P. G. Wodehouse.
Oh I do love a good Jeeves & Wooster, I think it is one of my comfort reads, I reach for a well thumbed copy in times of stress.
Posted by: Rebecca | 25 September 2009 at 07:34 PM
The master!
Posted by: Nan | 26 September 2009 at 12:58 AM
How about "I had already divined who was at the other end of the wire, my good and deserving Aunt Dahlia having a habit of talking on the telephone with the breezy vehemance of a hog caller in the Western states of America calling to his hogs to come and get it"
Much Obliged Jeeves
I am SO glad to have discovered PG Wodehouse!
Posted by: Elaine | 30 September 2009 at 04:26 PM