unearths some literary gems.
From The Black Shrouds, by Constance and Gwenyth Little:
[Another "screwball mystery" from the Little sisters.]
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Grace and Mary did not mind and said so with such enthusiasm that Papa had to put a series of sneering remarks back onto the stove and let them simmer.
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[Bonus: The book features a pair of sisters named Imogene and Opal Rostrum.]
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[From Dragon's Cave, by Clyde B. Clason:]
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This from Phelan, who was standing beside the living-room door, hitherto as silent as a bust of Socrates.
[I like the specificity of that; and it's fun to misread an implication that a bust of Socrates would be particularly silent, as far as busts go. For a modern-day book, I would suggest "a bust of Marcel Marceau" to really put it over the top.]
