unearths some literary gems.
From Wodehouse's The Brinkmanship of Gallahad Threepwood:
"Clarice was the one who made me read Kafka. And the reason I bring her up is that Vee would never dream of doing a thing like that."
"She probably thinks Kafka's a brand of instant coffee with ninety-seven percent of the caffeine extracted."
Lawrence Block on coincidences... and cousins:
I’d had the feeling for a while now that there was a great big coincidence hovering just out of sight, waiting patiently for the chance to coincide.
Later I took a second sip, and was able to decide how I felt about the taste. I decided that I didn’t like it. Somewhere around the fifth sip, it had achieved the virtue of familiarity. I was accustomed to it, and the question of whether I actually liked it no longer seemed pertinent. It was like, say, a cousin.