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unearths some literary gems.
From The Devil and the C.I.D., by E. C. R. Lorac:
***"What a poem of a night."[I.e., a miserable night--an ironic "beaut" of a night. I see no evidence that "a poem of a" has had any currency outside this novel.]***"Why not go up yourself to Mr. Hythe's flat and complain?""Good God, man, go and teach your grandmother! I've been up, I tell you."[This abbreviated version of "go and teach your grandmother to suck eggs" does seem to have had some general currency.]***
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