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.
The greatest comedian I've ever seen is Jack Benny. He wasn't afraid of the silences.
I haven't spoken to my wife in years. I didn't want to interrupt her.
Once I put that wig on, I didn't say an intelligent thing for four months. My voice went up. I walked differently. I'd ask incredibly stupid questions.
Quickly, bring me a beaker of wine, so that I may wet my mind and say something clever.
Golf is the ultimate avoidance activity for the dysfunctional dad. A game so nonsensically difficult, so pointless, so irrationally time consuming, the word golf itself can only stand for βGet Out, Leave Family.β
Got tight last night on absinthe and did knife tricks. Great success shooting the knife underhand into the piano. The woodworms are so bad and eat hell out of all the furniture that you can always claim the woodworms did it.
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