unearths some literary gems.
From Murder, I Presume, by Gillian Linscott:
[Suddenly, a "Nonsense" rang out.]
The word rang out loud and clear from the gallery....
"Remember what the Bedouin say, young Peter: 'He who is a friend to both sides drinks bitter coffee.'"
I think he makes up these proverbs as he needs them.
"Bloke with eyebrows you could hang cups from...."
"It is so kind of you, Mr Pentland. She's enjoying it so much and--"
I'd had enough of this social play-acting. Mrs Bell had dozed comfortably through the first two acts and, in my opinion, wouldn't have noticed whether we were at the opera or at the circus.
The curtain went up and you couldn't hear yourself think for sopranos and tenors telling each other secrets at the tops of their voices.