Wodehouse's Similes

'You look like Helen of Troy after a good facial.'

He looked haggard and care-worn, like a Borgia who has suddenly remembered that he has forgotten to put cyanide in the consomme, and the dinner gong due any minute.

He was a man who was musing on the coming Social Revolution. He said nothing, merely looking at me as if he were measuring me for my lamp-post.

She looked like something that might have occurred in Ibsen in one of his less frivolous moments.

Wilfred Allsop was sitting up, his face pale, his eyes glassy, his hair disordered. He looked like the poet Shelley after a big night out with Lord Byron.

Her face was shining like the seat of a bus-driver's trousers.

As for Gussie Fink-Nottle, many an experienced undertaker would have been deceived by his appearance and started embalming him on sight.


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