gloom-breeding

Updated: May 8, 2025

I could hear somebody walking up the drive one of the maids, I supposed, returning from her evening out. I could even hear a bird rustling in the ivy on the walls of the stables. I fell into a train of thought. I think my mind must still have been under Glossop's gloom-breeding spell, for I was filled with a sense of the infinite pathos of Life. What was the good of it all?

P. G. (Pelham Grenville) Wodehouse - The Little Nugget