unearths some literary gems.
From Simon Said, by Sarah R. Shaber:
Alex Andrus was pacing in front of the windows, carefully balancing a well-worn chip on his shoulder.
From Charlotte Stein:
She wasn’t even sure how serious he was. Twenty percent seemed like a lot, but one eyebrow was lower than the other and his eyes seemed kind of big. Thirty percent concerned didn’t look out of the question.
From Michael Innes's Hamlet, Revenge!
[Professor Bunney is doing field work for his linguistics studies, using a "black box" that records people saying test phrases like "bunchy cushiony" and analyzes the accents.]
"It was Bunney, was it? Has he black-boxed you?"
"Yes. Bunchy cushiony Bunney. How did he get here?"
"Mother picked him up at a party. He black-boxed her and she was thrilled."
"How morbidly Edwardian-Clever Mother is! Don't you think?"
The Duchess gave a commanding nod at the ugly publisher, who instantly entered on a subject about which he knew nothing at all.... "And what," asked Tucker gravely, "do you think of this younger German school?" The question was ninety-nine per cent safe.
"Often," replied Gott, unwarily stepping into the position of a fellow-author, "I get a new start from brandy and muffins."
"Really...and muffins? I never heard of that." Piper eyed Gott as one might eye a suddenly perceived object of minor but authentic interest in the Victoria and Albert Museum.
But at Question Fifteen, although Noel considered it particularly adroitly introduced, Mrs. Terborg halted.
"Mind your own business," said Mrs. Terborg.
Noel was overwhelmed. "Oh, I say, I'm most frightfully--"
But Mrs. Terborg had stooped down to the border. "This one with the tiny flat leaves," she said. "Such a quaint name: mind your own business!"