The Smoking Room

I recently found a rather battered, old paperback of P. G. Wodehouse short stories, held together by Sellotape, and as he is everywhere acclaimed as the master of the snappy sentence I thought I couldn’t do better than to read them and imbibe some tips on style.

One of the things I have always liked when reading writers of the early twentieth century is the throwaway snippet of social manners and mores you frequently come across, and in the story I have just finished the hero emerges at one point from the smoking room of the golf club.