unearths some literary gems.
From "Concealed Art," by P. G. Wodehouse:
***He tells me it’s his masterpiece, and that he will never do anything like it again. I should like to have that in writing.***And he legged it, leaving behind him one of the most chunky silences I have ever been mixed up in.***She rushed into his arms like someone charging in for a bowl of soup at a railway station buffet.***