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                                                              • One of his chief reasons for dropping his TV Guide column, says Amory, was because "after 15 years of trying to decide whether the Fonz is a threat to Shakespeare, I wanted to write about things that are more important than that." His latest novel, a satirical work that he considers the finest piece of writing he has ever done, "is basically a satire of club life in America. … I sent it down to a typist here, and it came back with a note from the typist saying, 'I love it!' In all my years of writing, I don't think I've ever had a compliment like that. So I sent the note to my editor along with the manuscript."

                                                                                                                            • The rock face wasn't difficult. Major Smythe had known that it wouldn't be or the climbers' hut couldn't have been built on the shoulder. Toeholds had been cut in the face, and there were occasional iron pegs hammered into crevices. But he couldn't have found the more difficult traverses by himself, and he congratulated himself on deciding to bring a guide.
                                                                                                                              James Bond looked me in the eyes, but his own didn't see me. He said, "We lost two of our side and another wounded. They lost the German, and one of theirs, and the other two won't last long. But the battlefield was a nasty sight and, well"-his face looked suddenly drawn and tired-"I've seen enough of this sort of thing. After the various post-mortems were over I wanted to get away. My headquarters, and the Mounties backed them up, wanted me to report the whole case to Washington, to our opposite numbers there, to get their help in cleaning up the American end of the Mechanics gang. The Mechanics had been given a nasty jolt, and the Mounties Special Branch thought it would be a good idea to follow up while they were still groggy. I said all right, but that I would like to drive down and not just dash off in an aeroplane or train. That was allowed so long as I didn't take more than three days, and I hired this car and started at dawn this morning. I was going all right, pretty fast, when I ran into the hell of a storm, the tail of yours I suppose. I got through it as far as Lake George, and I meant to stay the night there, but it looked such a hellish place that when I saw a sign up at a side road advertising this motel I took a chance." He smiled at me, and now he looked quite cheerful again. "Perhaps something told me you were at the end of the road and that you were in trouble. Anyway, I had a puncture a mile from here, and here I am." He smiled again, and reached out and put his hand on mine on the counter. "Funny the way things work out!"
                                                                                                                              WESTSIDER ARNOLD NEWMAN
                                                                                                                              Peggotty, who had not said a word or moved a finger, secured the fastenings instantly, and we all went into the parlour. My mother, contrary to her usual habit, instead of coming to the elbow-chair by the fire, remained at the other end of the room, and sat singing to herself.
                                                                                                                              'No, I thank you, ma'am,' replied my aunt.

                                                                                                                               

                                                                                                                              I had my hand on the coffee pot, and he was just going to get the boiling contents slung over my shoulder. Horror saw my intention. He said sharply, "Leave her be, Sluggsy. I said later." The words came out like a whiplash, and at once Sluggsy let me go. The thin man said, "Ya nearly got ya eyeballs fried. Ya want to watch this dame. Quit foolin' around and sit down. We're on a job."
                                                                                                                              "Hugger, you're wonderful," said Meyer fulsomely. "How the devil do you do it?"
                                                                                                                              Origin: Unknown.
                                                                                                                              The croupier slipped some counters through the slot in the table which receives the cagnotte and announced quietly:

                                                                                                                                                                                          • His fingernails dug into the palms of his hands and his body sweated with shame.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        • And trembling in the wintry blast.”

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    • During the evening, as there were no strangers present, the late extraordinary event formed the chief topic of conversation. Fitz-Ullin’s manner, while the subject was being discussed, puzzled Lord L? extremely.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  • CHAPTER TEN UP AT THE GRANGE

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                • Her childish way was the most delicious way in the world to me, but it was necessary to be explicit, and I solemnly repeated:

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              • We had a long chat by the fire before we went to bed. I slept in a room on the same floor with my aunt's, and was a little disturbed in the course of the night by her knocking at my door as often as she was agitated by a distant sound of hackney-coaches or market-carts, and inquiring, 'if I heard the engines?' But towards morning she slept better, and suffered me to do so too.