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unearths some literary gems.
From The Green Plaid Pants, by Margaret Scherf:
***"He's as slippery as a canned peach."***"A person could read the paper through her."***"I do not approve of things that look like something else."***Emily had to talk to everyone on the plane. To Emily an uninterviewed passenger was like melting ice cream--something had to be done immediately to save it.***"[The waterfall] reminds me of Niagara.""You've never been to Niagara.""I know. But it reminds me anyway."***[Said of someone who is pouting.] You could have played solitaire on her lower lip.***Marie collected a certain amount of disdain and spread it over her amazement.***[In the library.]The picture of Miss Ada dealing with a fence was so ridiculous that Henry laughed out loud, to the distress of a gentleman studying the action of wind in a tunnel.[Btw, Ada's surname is Birtwistle.]***The office buildings on Fortieth and Forty-second streets had only occasional lighted windows where some poor devil was figuring the square root of minus one or sloshing a mop about.***"You look like an old baked bean," Link greeted him cordially.***"Where was [the contraband] in the meantime?""Oh, in a box of Kleenex or wrapped up in a waffle."[Disclosure: There were waffles on the premises, so this is silly but not wildly silly.]***"She's in the nose-oil business."[It is subsequently explained that since nose skin apparently doesn't wrinkle with age, there's a fortune to be made selling nose-oil cream as a skin treatment.]***[Bonus: A reference to "workless wall clocks" among the clutter in an antiquer's workshop. If I understand correctly, these would be "timeless" clockfaces with no innards, yes? (:v>]
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