unearths some literary gems.
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She had a head full of doughnut holes.
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Time creeps in the dark, with no sense of passage. It fumbles blindly for the next position on the clock, and though each tick is a measurable footstep, it never seems to get its feet off the ground.
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"She said he was like a bird....Sometimes she said a hummingbird, but mostly just any old bird."
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He stared at me as if I were something out of Lewis Carroll. A slithy tove, for example.
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You can be jerked out of a sound sleep at three a.m. to fumble in the dark and tell some halfwit that this is not the Superba Doughnut Company; and not be able to sleep again for wondering what kind of hours they work at Superba.
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Tomorrow would just have to be another day, whether it wanted to or not.
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[Bastard Grading dept.]
"You said Flynne was a grade-A bastard."
"Well, he was."
"How?"
"My God!" he flared. "Don't you know what a bastard is?"....
"I've never made a classification."
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"I might have got an Academy award, I might have got screen credit, hell, I might even have got paid."
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[It's those NYPL lions again! They're always good for a laugh.]
"You could have found out by calling the public library," I pointed out.
"But it wasn't open in New York."
"You could have wired one of the lions, then."
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"I'll buy him a new suit. A double-breasted libel."
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[No Such Person dept.]
"His name's Lazarus Fortescue."
"You're kidding. There isn't any such name."
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[Bonus: a reference to a "half-horse town."]
