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unearths some literary gems.
From Ask a Policeman, by The Detection Club:
***[She] gave a loud cackle of laughter that set off Lady Selina's parrot.[Later, the same (human) character's laughter is described as "a macaw-like screech."]***"A waggonload of monkeys is nothing, you might say, to Fate."[I didn't find evidence of this aphorism, per se, elsewhere, though wagon- or cartloads of monkeys crop up in a general way. In the present instance, where there's an implication of Fate acting in unexpected ways, I guess the proverbial monkeys have proverbial typewriters, or the equivalent.]***[The sheet of notepaper] had been so hastily torn from a writing-pad that at least one-seventh of its total surface had never got as far as the envelope, but remained adhering to the parent block.***Anderson was tall and dark, lean-faced, with one eyebrow more uptilted than the other and consequently a permanent air of polite skepticism.***Anderson laughed, all "man-of-the-world-with-more-experience-than-you-my-young-friend."***[N.B. Tweedle's full name is Mr. ffulke Tweedle.]
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