unearths some literary gems.
From The Count of Nine, by A. A. Fair:
Bertha Cool twisted her face into a fatuous smile; a sweetly synthetic grin that was as foreign to her as a postage stamp on a dollar bill.
"Try hanging around him," I told her, "and you'll learn about the facts of life."
"I know the facts of life," Bertha said.
"You'll learn ramifications, variations."
"I've been ramified, verified, and mutated," she said.
Bertha kept blinking her eyes at me as though she was biting the information off in chunks with her eyelids so as to help her brain digest it. [I think this may be a more elaborate version of a similar bit that we saw ESG (aka Fair) use in the Perry Mason oeuvre.]