Wodehouse Golf Quotes

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To find a man's true character, play golf with him.
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P.G. Wodehouse
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The least thing upset him on the links. He missed short putts because of the uproar of the butterflies in the adjoining meadows.
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P.G. Wodehouse
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Golf... is the infallible test. The man who can go into a patch of rough alone, with the knowledge that only God is watching him, and play his ball where it lies, is the man who will serve you faithfully and well.
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P.G. Wodehouse
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Golf, like measles, should be caught young.
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P.G. Wodehouse
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Honoria, you see, is one of those robust, dynamic girls with the muscles of a welter-weight and a laugh like a squadron of cavalry charging over a tin bridge. A beastly thing to have to face over the breakfast table. Brainy, moreover. The sort of girl who reduces you to pulp with sixteen sets of tennis and a few rounds of golf and then comes down to dinner as fresh as a daisy, expecting you to take an intelligent interest in Freud.
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P.G. Wodehouse (Carry On, Jeeves (Jeeves, #3))
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After all, golf is only a game,'' said Millicent. Women say these things without thinking. It does not mean that there is any kink in their character. They simply don't realise what they're saying.
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P.G. Wodehouse (The Golf Omnibus)
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He was stoutly opposed to the idea of marrying anyone; but if, as happens to the best of us, he ever were compelled to perform the wedding glide, he had always hoped it would be with some lady golf champion who would help him with his putting, and thus, by bringing his handicap down a notch or two, enable him to save something from the wreck, so to speak.
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P.G. Wodehouse
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Excuse me, I must go and putt
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P.G. Wodehouse (Doctor Sally)
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peculiarity of golf, as of love, that it temporarily changes the natures of its victims;
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P.G. Wodehouse (A Damsel in Distress)
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Golf, like measles, should be caught young, for, if postponed to riper years, the results may be serious.
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P.G. Wodehouse (Complete Works of P. G. Wodehouse "English Author and Humorist"! 34 Complete Works - Damsel in Distress, Adventures of Sally, Mike, Psmith Journalist, My Man Jeeves, Head of Kay's, Swoop)
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Felicia was a dutiful child, and she loved her parents. It took a bit of doing, but she did it.
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P.G. Wodehouse (Fore!: The Best of Wodehouse on Golf (P.G. Wodehouse Collection))
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He was a long, slender youth, with green eyes, jet-black hair, and a passionate fondness for the sound of his own voice.
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P.G. Wodehouse (The Man Upstairs and Other Stories (Golf Stories, #0.5))
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Once, soon after his arrival in London, he had allowed a dangerous fanatic to persuade him that the secret of health was to go without breakfast.
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P.G. Wodehouse (The Man Upstairs and Other Stories (Golf Stories, #0.5))
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the hand that counteth its chickens ere they be hatched oft-times doth but step on the banana-skin.
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P.G. Wodehouse (The Man Upstairs and Other Stories (Golf Stories, #0.5))
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I killed him with my niblick," said Celia. I nodded. If the thing was to be done at all, it was unquestionably a niblick shot.
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P.G. Wodehouse
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Planting his foot firmly on a golf-ball which the Hon. Freddie Threepwood, who had been practising putting in the corridor before retiring to bed, had left in his casual fashion just where the steps began, he took the entire staircase in one majestic, volplaning sweep. There were eleven stairs in all separating his landing from the landing below, and the only ones he hit were the third and tenth.
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P.G. Wodehouse (Leave It to Psmith (Psmith, #4))
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But, Bill, old scout, your sister says there's a most corking links near here." He turned and stared at me, and nearly ran us into the bank. "You don't mean honestly she said that?" "She said you said it was better than St. Andrews." "So I did. Was that all she said I said?" "Well, wasn't it enough?" "She didn't happen to mention that I added the words, 'I don't think'?" "No, she forgot to tell me that." "It's the worst course in Great Britain.
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P.G. Wodehouse
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It was a morning when all nature shouted "Fore!" The breeze, as it blew gently up from the valley, seemed to bring a message of hope and cheer, whispering of chip-shots holed and brassies landing squarely on the meat. The fairway, as yet unscarred by the irons of a hundred dubs, smiled greenly up at the azure sky; and the sun, peeping above the trees, looked like a giant golf-ball perfectly lofted by the mashie of some unseen god and about to drop dead by the pin of the eighteenth.
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P.G. Wodehouse (The Heart of a Goof)
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Jeeves,” I said, β€œwe’ve backed a winner.” β€œSir?” β€œComing to this place, I mean. Here we are in a topping hotel, with fine weather, good cooking, golf, bathing, gambling of every variety, and my Aunt Agatha miles away on the other side of the English Channel. I ask you, what could be sweeter?
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P.G. Wodehouse (The Ultimate Wodehouse Collection)
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It is possible, too, that, being there, you decided that you might as well go the whole hog and be manicured at the same time. It is not unlikely, moreover, that when you had got over the first shock of finding your hands so unexpectedly large and red, you felt disposed to chat with the young lady who looked after that branch of the business.
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P.G. Wodehouse (The Man Upstairs and Other Stories (Golf Stories, #0.5))
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Nature has decreed that there are certain things in life which shall act as hoops of steel, grappling the souls of the elect together. Golf is one of these; a mutual love of horseflesh another; but the greatest of all is bees. Between two beekeepers there can be no strife. Not even a tepid hostility can mar their perfect communion. The petty enmities which life raises to be barriers between man and man and between man and woman vanish once it is revealed to them that they are linked by this great bond. Envy, malice, hatred and all uncharitableness disappear, and they look into each other's eyes and say "My brother!
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P.G. Wodehouse (Uneasy Money)
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Once upon a time there was erected in Longacre Square, New York, a large white statue, labelled 'Our City', the figure of a woman in Grecian robes holding aloft a shield. Critical citizens objected to it for various reasons, but its real fault was that its symbolism was faulty. The sculptor should have represented New York as a conjuror in evening dress, smiling blandly as he changed a rabbit into a bowl of goldfish. For that, above all else, is New York's speciality. It changes. Between 1 May, when she stepped off the train, and 16 May, when she received Eddy Moore's letter containing the information that he had found her a post as stenographer
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P.G. Wodehouse (The Man Upstairs and Other Stories (Golf Stories, #0.5))