unearths some literary gems.
From Death of a Busybody, by George Bellairs:
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[The novel's opening sentence. Quite a good one, eh?]
The September morning which greeted the Rev. Ethelred Claplady, M.A. (Cantab.), incumbent of Hilary Magna (and Parva for that matter), made him want to leap and shout.
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Mrs. Harriwinckle [!]... stood petrified, holding her husband's nightshirt like one wrestling with a ghost.
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"Never! screamed Mrs. Prettypenny in a fiery interview between Miss Bose and the three Prettypennies--or Prettypence, whichever you like."
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Mr. Lorrimer had a habit of crisply finishing off his sentences, as though biting into a stream of verbiage to terminate its flow.
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"Long Sonaters, List's Hungarian Rapsodaisicals, Chopine's Polonies, and sich like."
