unearths some literary gems.
From Death of Mr. Dodsley, by John Ferguson:
***George gave vent to a prolonged whistle of such variation in pitch that it sounded like his own motor horn.***Constable Copping...was so impressed that it looked as if his jaw might have dropped but for the helmet strap sustaining his chin.***Even the hissing of the syphon as the soda streamed into his glass sounded like someone mocking at him.***