Another type of cilly was the repeated use of the same message key, perhaps the initials of the operator's girlfriend […]

When you're well enough off so's you don't have to fret about anything but your heft or your diseases you begin to get queer, I suppose. And the queerer the cure for those ailings the bigger the attraction. A place like the Right Livers' Rest was bound to draw freaks, same as molasses draws flies.

Thus a catastrophe to the nose in the physical sense is extremely regrettable. But it is not so easy to understand why a miscompliment to it should bring up the beast in a man. Yet the fact is there, sticking out as clearly as one's nose.

You will not sell enough to put in your eye. It is not in the cards.