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
Cats, as a class, have never completely got over the snootiness caused by the fact that in ancient Egypt they were worshipped as gods. This makes them prone to set themselves up as critics and censors of the frail and erring human beings whose lot they share.
Interpretation
The quote humorously suggests that cats carry an air of superiority due to their historical reverence in ancient Egypt.
P. G. Wodehouse cleverly comments on the personality traits of cats, connecting their aloofness and critical demeanor to their status as revered beings in ancient Egypt. This playful observation highlights how such a background may lead cats to view themselves as somewhat superior to humans, critiquing our flaws with an air of entitlement.
In practice
In a humorous speech about pets and their personalities, you might use this quote to illustrate the cat's unique behavior.
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
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.
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.
There are very few moments in a man's existence when he experiences so much ludicrous distress, or meets with so little charitable commiseration, as when he is in pursuit of his own hat.
As a matter of principle, I never attend the first annual anything.
I would like to take you seriously, but to do so would affront your intelligence.
Our attention span is shot. We've all got Attention Deficit Disorder or ADD or OCD or one of these disorders with three letters because we don't have the time or patience to pronounce the entire disorder. That should be a disorder right there, TBD - Too Busy Disorder.
Happy white peoples independence day the slaves weren't free but I'm sure they enjoyed fireworks.
Just call in at the torturer on your way out. See when he can fit you in.
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