tisdag 10 september 2013

Brittisk humor Obs! Endast för likasinnade


'She had a face like an Austin Seven'
(Penelope Gilliatt, 1932-1993, Brittisk romanförfattare, berättare och filmkritiker).


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'Into the face of the young man who sat on the terrace of the hotel at Cannes there had crept a look of furtive shame, the shifty, hangdog look which announces that an Englishman is about to talk French' 
(P.G. Wodehouse, 1881-1976, Brittisk humorist och författare).

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'He is an assistant at a jellied-eel shop.'
'But surely,' said Lord Ickenham, 'that speaks well for him. The capacity to jelly eels seems to me to argue intelligence of a high order. It isn't everybody who can do it, by any means. I know if someone came to me and said, "Jelly this eel!", I should be nonplussed. And so, or I am very mistaken, would Ramsay MacDonald and Winston Churchill.'
P.G. Wodehouse


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She had a penetrating sort of laugh. Rather like a train going into a tunnel.
P. G. Wodehouse


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To be continued (some other day...

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