He trusted neither of them as far as he could spit, and he was a poor spitter, lacking both distance and control. - P. G. Wodehouse

His whole aspect was that of a man who has unexpectedly been struck by lightning.

I wouldn't have said off-hand that I had a subconscious mind, but I suppose I must without knowing it, and no doubt it was there, sweating away diligently at the old stand, all the while the corporeal Wooster was getting his eight hours.

I turned to Aunt Agatha, whose demeanour was now rather like that of one who, picking daisies on the railway, has just caught the down express in the small of the back.