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unearths some literary gems.
From The Palace Guard, by Charlotte MacLeod:
***"Personally," said Sarah, "I found the salt of the earth a trifle on the peppery side."***Somebody else was playing Handel's Second Concerto Grosso on a stereo that was considerably more hi than fi.***[Says an aging beatnik type]"I don't mean a cat, man, I mean a pussycat. Like with the fur and whiskers and the whole bit."[I really like "the whole bit," as though being a cat is a sort of shtick done for an audience. Well, maybe it is!]***
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