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unearths some literary gems.
From The Case of the Demented Spiv, by George Bellairs:
***You couldn't very well have a ghost in spectacles.[I bet the Oddfellow archives could prove that assertion wrong! (Btw, the context here is the problem of a nearsighted actor being cast as the Ghost in Hamlet.)]***A tall, fair-haired youngster, with huge nose and a quiff over one eye, detached himself with apparent reluctance and ambled, hands in pockets, to Littlejohn. He looked like a toucan.[I really like the way "he looked like a toucan" is given as sort of afterthought, or bonus.]***Menstone didn't look straight at you when he spoke, but over your left shoulder. As though you had a wraith by your side.***Her husband was always putting his innocent foot in it....he'd called Rainrider and Heathcote, Heathrider and Raincoat.***The bobby's eyes opened wide and looked ready to roll down his cheeks with surprise.***
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