"Raving mad though I am about most of Max Vulpino's work, I think that in his ballet Torn Wings and Faux Pas he's gone too far - with sylphs squawking like a gaggle of goosed Valley Girls and ostriches of a certain age on point and attempting entrechats." - Karen Elizabeth Gordon, Out of the Loud Hound of Darkness: A Dictionarrative
"I sent him letters every day begging him to keep his distance - for his own safety as well as mine - although I secretly hoped, even expected, to find him hanging from my balustrade when I returned from my Serbo-Croat lessons with my consonants in distress....
"The rupture of relations between Torquil and Jonquil was far from amicable. Torquil stalked her on the boulevards, burned Eastern crosses on her balustrade, bombed her mailbox with incendiary marzipan, invaded her E-mail with insinuations and pseudonyms, and crashed her farewell party in an asbestos cat-suit sporting a battery-operated lashing tail with which he thrashed Jonquil before a roomful of incredulous guests." - Karen Elizabeth Gordon, Out of the Loud Hound of Darkness: A Dictionarrative
"Jonquil adapted to the privations and rigors of Trajikistan's inns with grinning equanimity before discovering an auberge on the side of the road to the Fissures of Fingblat, just past the three crags known as the Saturnine Yet Oversexed Sisters, whence no comely youth ever returns." - Karen Elizabeth Gordon, Out of the Loud Hound of Darkness: A Dictionarrative
< Latinassevērātusspokeninearnest (dictionary.com) "An acidulous tone had crept into both sides of the conversation, her site with balsamic asseverations and cloying evasions, his with a bite of horseradish astride a malt vinegar redolent of London fogs, fish and chips, and tabloid treacle and gossip (it was, in fact, revolting)." - Karen Elizabeth Gordon, Out of the Loud Hound of Darkness: A Dictionarrative