unearths some literary gems.
From Sweet, Savage Death by Orania Papazoglou:
Phoebe's name was floating in the air like Casper, the Friendly Ghost.
“Miss Patience Campbell McKenna, Miss White Anglo-Saxon Protestant Foxcroft School to Greyson College Junior Assemblies bitch.”
“It was Emma Willard,” I said automatically.
[Which is sort of an inversion of this bit from Talk Nonsense to Me]:
“Look, I can handle your brush-off, you Swarthmore smartass, but I’ll thank you not to add insult to injury.” This was a lesson I constantly had to relearn: never reveal your alma mater in the course of small talk, because eventually you’re sure to regret it in one way or another.