Simply put, the best sentence(s) I’ve read this past week, presented out of context and without commentary.
If she was an angel, the girl at whom Sam was pointing, she was an angel of ice; slim, shining, ash-blonde, her self-possessed voice very cool as she parried the complimentary teasing of half a dozen admirers; a crystal candle-stick of a girl among black-and-white lumps of males.
Dodsworth by Sinclair Lewis
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