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unearths some literary gems.
From Death of a Tin God, by George Bellairs:
***He even shaded his eyes dramatically with his hand, although the hotel porch was in shadow.[That sort of reminds me of my character Sippy intending to roll up her sleeves for a "let's get to work" effect (but, upon discovering that they were already rolled up, she rolls them down instead).]***[We've had plenty of nonexistent theatrical productions, but I think it's been a while since we had a top-notch nonexistent nightclub, in the tradition of Wodehouse's "Mottled Oyster."]"The night-club was called The Winking Light.... It's called after the flashing lights of the pedestrian crossing outside."***The town and promenade were deserted.... Even the sea seemed to be taking a rest.***"It was a birthday party. A Mr. Fowlers and wife. And there was also Coopers and lady, and Mr. Firmins and his friend, Miss Marriotts..."To Mr. Monides, they were all in the plural!***[Bonus: A film producer named Anatole Beanstock]
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