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unearths some literary gems.
From Death Reports to a Health Resort, by PJ Fitzsimmons:
***expressing his verdict with a profoundly disappointed, hang-dog look, even for a basset hound***Pim adjusted his bowtie with a hunted aspect, the way a Luangwa Valley antelope, sensing a leopard on the wind, might adjust its bowtie.***Sir Melvin reached into the bulky pockets of his coat--exactly the sort of overstuffed pockets that a chipmunk would have if chipmunks wore suits with pockets.***"I'm the designated caller at my club each Epiphany when we sell off the umbrellas forgotten in the cloak room during the course of the year. The money we raise goes to buying surplus umbrellas."***His eyebrows took flight.***"You have no vices nor addictions....your only character flaw is a peculiar jealousy of those who do."***Vickers passed out Iberian ham, scones and clotted cream, terrine de porc, and lashings and lashings of etc.***"Your aunt isn't Min Baffins.""Why shouldn't she be?...Someone has to be."***
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