I turned on the pillow with a little moan, and at this juncture Jeeves entered with the vital oolong. I clutched at it like a drowning man at a straw hat.
P. G. WodehouseRead
It was a nasty look. It made me feel as if I were something the dog had brought in and intended to bury later on, when he had time.
Interpretation
The quote expresses a feeling of being looked down upon, comparing it humorously to being treated like dirt by a dog.
In this whimsical quote by P. G. Wodehouse, the speaker reflects on an unpleasant gaze that evokes feelings of inferiority and disdain. The comparison to a dog considering something unworthy of keeping underscores the humor in the situation, revealing how sometimes our perceptions can be exaggerated in a light-hearted manner.
In practice
In a comedy show where the protagonist feels out of place among friends.
I turned on the pillow with a little moan, and at this juncture Jeeves entered with the vital oolong. I clutched at it like a drowning man at a straw hat.
While not exactly disgruntled, he was far from feeling gruntled. He spoke with a certain what-is-it in his voice, and I could see that, if not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled.
She fitted into my biggest arm-chair as if it had been built round her by someone who knew they were wearing arm-chairs tight about the hips that season
Memories are like mulligatawny soup in a cheap restaurant. It is wiser not to stir them.
It was a confusion of ideas between him and one of the lions he was hunting in Kenya that had caused A. B. Spottsworth to make the obituary column. He thought the lion was dead, and the lion thought it wasn't.
It was one of those cases where you approve the broad, general principle of an idea but can't help being in a bit of a twitter at the prospect of putting it into practical effect. I explained this to Jeeves, and he said much the same thing had bothered Hamlet.
I spent a lot of money on booze, birds and fast cars. The rest I just squandered.
As soon as I go into a dark subject, like discussing the people I've loved and lost, I off-road into absurdist comedy perversion. It's both a means of protection and a kind of denial, a blessing and a curse. Wait, it's not a blessing at all. I guess it would be a bad habit and a curse.
Comedy is tragedy plus time, but the time is different for everybody.
Lady Bracknell. Good afternoon, dear Algernon, I hope you are behaving very well. Algernon. Iβm feeling very well, Aunt Augusta. Lady Bracknell. Thatβs not quite the same thing. In fact the two things rarely go together.
Americans adore me and will go on adoring me until I say something nice about them.
If you can't laugh at yourself, then how can you laugh at anybody else? I think people see the human side of you when you do that.
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