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unearths some literary gems.
From The Gladstone Bag, by Charlotte MacLeod:
***Boston ladies liked to get their facts straight, even when they were making them up as they went along.***"If she's a genuine artist, I'm Whistler's mother." [Note that Whistler's mother is funnier than the Mona Lisa.]***"The great auk's calamity was that it couldn't fly. Or wouldn't. It had wing feathers but apparently never got around to developing them properly."For a moment he seemed quite put out with the great auk, but soon recovered his spirits.[That reminds me of Darwin and the earthworm.]***"Puffins aren't everything," he told her in a fine burst of renunciation.[Later]"Man cannot live by puffins alone."***That was why Marcia hadn't put her foot down about this slightly insane affair of letting a bunch of totally unknown who-are-theys park here for the summer.***
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