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“…oh it was something something something about the naked savages of Williamsburg.”

Lawrence Bird,  Make It So.

He tried to be an “interesting” person.  All summer long.  Night and day.  And just as soon as he had begun to see some degree of success in that regard….

Roone Giddings,  An Arrangement of Particles.

We are no longer able to be aware of next winter.  To allow it to affect us.  Today.

Mills Verbruggen,  The Isle of Dogs.

How, they wonder, could anything possibly differ from their conception of it?

Evelyn Harbuckle,  The Signs of Belonging.

“But what kind of woman was she, Hudson?”

“Dishonest.  She was a dishonest woman.”

Michael Longmire,  Puzzled to Death.

“Well, you know, he was playing the 78s again.  All the old platters.  When I walked in, it was something about the ‘low and lonesome sea.’  I believe it was the Carter Family.”

Kiefer Sythe,  Detective Club.

A criterion is window-dressing.

Godfrey Tooke,  Collected Aphorisms.

“It’s not that they lie, Jack.  It’s that lying becomes a way of life.”

Mark Anthony,  The Tale of the Mirror.

“I can tell you with abundant clarity that I’ve had it.  I have had it with them all!” Here it must be noted that Leopold was speaking to no one in particular.  Was speaking to the cold night air, as it were.

Quentin Drabb,  Ebenezer’s Untold Tales.

“But consider this, Ellen.  If you bruise his ego, the results will usually be spectacular.”

Devona Twilly,  Shallowness, a Novel.