A slight throbbing about the temples told me that this discussion had reached saturation point. - P. G. Wodehouse

On his good mornings, I don't suppose there are more than a handful of men in the W. 1 postal district of London swifter to spot oompus-boompus than Bertram Wooster, and this was one of my particularly good mornings. I saw the whole hideous plot.

The stationmaster’s whiskers are of a Victorian bushiness and give the impression of having been grown under glass.

It seemed to me, thinking quick, that the only way of solving the am-parce [impasse] was to sacrifice Shorty. Like Russian peasants with their children, you know, when they are pursued by wolves and it becomes imperative to lighten the sledge.