Agatha Christie
- Mr Eastwood's Adventure
'THE MYSTERY OF THE SECOND CUCUMBER,' so it ran. A pleasing title. Anthony Eastwood felt that anyone reading that title would be at once intrigued and arrested by it. 'The Mystery of the Second Cucumber,' they would say. 'What can that be about? A cucumber? The second cucumber? I must certainly read that story.' And they would be thrilled and charmed by the consummate ease with which this master of detective fiction had woven an exciting plot round this simple vegetable.
Tennessee Williams
- A Streetcar Named Desire
I never was hard or self-sufficient enough. When people are soft, soft people have got to court the favour of hard ones, Stella. Have got to be seductive, put on soft colours - the colours of butterfly wings - and glow - make a little temporary magic just in order to pay for one night's shelter! That's why I've been not so awf'ly good lately. I've run for protection, Stella, from under one leaky roof to another leaky roof, because it was storm, all storm, and I was caught in the centre.
