unearths some literary gems.
From It's Murder with Dover, by Joyce Porter:
***The trouble with pulling strings is that one can never be absolutely sure what is on the other end.***The Chief Constable's mouth flapped like a newly washed shirt in a stiff breeze.***[Non-words as Words dept.]Dover sank resentfully beneath the froth again. "Gurgle-sloshlurp!" he said.***[I love this malapropistic mashup of "standing there like a lemon" and "like Patience on a monument."]"Stop standing there like a bloody lemon on a monument!"***[Bonus: At one point the protagonist refers to the local aristocrat as "Lord Who's-your-father."]
