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unearths some literary gems.
From The Tunnel of Love, by Peter De Vries:
***"Tell him your story about Helmholz," the hostess said, after the presentation, and was off in a gasp of taffeta.***I hung on her words, which her pretty mouth fashioned with a somewhat overprecise diction, like shapes turned out by a cookie-cutter.***I had her recite to me in pear-shaped tones. Later we went to town and bought tone-shaped pears.***Friends have noticed--or at least I have noticed--a resemblance between my diction and that of George Sanders.***"We'll go where we can hear the larks again.""Larks, my dear, should be had, not heard."***At one end was a drawing board on which was a captionless sketch of a goat in a vacant lot eating a copy of Duncan Hines's restaurant guide.***"Oh, the joke business!" I groaned. Augie chose that moment to drop all the papers he was holding to the floor with a smack, and didn't hear what I said, so I had to regroan it.***"Are you of two minds about them?""Yes and no."***"Now then," she said, settling into a pull-up chair. Now then indeed.***
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