unearths some literary gems.
[Sure, law-practice-partner-name humor is old hat, but I like the way the "Lenley, Thompson, Dixon and Lenley" gags roll out here.]
"It has something to do with a client of ours..."
"Lenley, Thompson, Dixon and Lenley."
"Are you a good lawyer?" she asked.
"I don't know. Lenley, Thompson, Dixon..."
[A little later]
For the first time in his life he felt stirred to send a post card, perhaps even four, one to each Lenley, one to Thompson, one to Dixon.
The party zoomed through the evening and, at one in the morning, it collapsed like a tired tent.
[The protagonist is speaking to a mysterious person in a dark corridor.]
"Who is it?"
A voice whispered back. "Elsa Maxwell."
He wasn't certain he had heard correctly. "Who?" he said again.
"Dr. Spock," the whisper said.
Brady laughed. "Anybody else?"
"The Rhythm Boys. Won't you join us?"
"What is this, please?"
"The Illumination. We have it every year."
"I don't blame you," Zita said.
"Clear your throat, speak up! What? What did you say?"
"Nothing, sir. I was clearing my throat."
"Are you clearing your throat again, Smith?"
She seemed...like something out of Ibsen, sensationalized by Elia Kazan.
"There's nothing like seeing a man fall into a swimming pool to bring a girl to her senses."