unearths some literary gems.
From Robert Goldsborough:
"He strung a series of expletives together, none of which can be used on vanity license plates in any state."
"I'm afraid that you and Nero Wolfe are really going to have to pull a rabbit, or at least a hamster, out of a hat this time to construct a halfway-believable murder scenario."
"Afternoon." A deep voice stretched it to four or five syllabes, rather than the conventional three. [...]
"Afternoon," I countered, making no attempt to elongate the word. I know my limitations.
Entering, I found myself in a reception area manned by a strawberry blonde with a well-shaped nose who was busy driving an electric typewriter.
"I'd sure as hell like to scoop the argyle socks off those arrogant bastards who run the fat, self-satisfied daily over in the next county."