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unearths some literary gems.
From The Smiling Corpse, by Philip Wylie and Bernard A. Bergman:
***Literary criticism these days is like the drug-store business: three acres of bicycles, camping outfits, and electrical appliances, with a little counter in the back where they still sell medicine. [This is from 1935, btw.]***She had brownish hair and brownish eyes and she was smallish. In fact, nothing about her was so definitely anything that you'd have to modify a description of any of her characteristics with an "ish."
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