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Questionable analogies. (The best two together have made me peckish): “Jane was toast, and not the light buttery kind, nay, she was the kind that’s been charred and blackened in the bottom of the toaster and has to be thrown a away because no matter how much of the burnt part you scrape off with a knife, there’s always more blackened toast beneath, the kind that not even starving birds in winter will eat, that kind of toast. (Beth Knutson, Coon Rapids)
Her artistic sense was exquisitely refined, like someone who can tell butter from I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter. (unknown)”