She gave him an impersonal smile. It was cheaper just to have one smile that she gave to everybody rather than having to individualize them. Spontaneity was not known to her at least consciously.
She gave him a dutiful kiss. He said he’d rather have the money next time.
Her eyes were shifty and sharp, like blunted vegetable knives mixed up in the drawer.
My brain is like a plastic colander when someone’s poured boiling water through it.
She looked after the children with dull emotion. That reminded me I need to polish the silver tonight.
Her smile had little energy. The message was plain.
Her eyes could speak but they had a very small vocabulary.
The doctor took total responsibility like a zoo keeper would for a small sick monkey.
The nurse didn’t know what a hospital corner was. Maybe they don’t have any in that hospital?
His handwriting was perfect in form yet had no originality. That is a very difficult thing to achieve for a human being.
Her eyes were smiling but she bit her lips tastelessly. I asked her if she would like some HP sauce but she said it was not feminine enough.
I was full of chagrin when I saw the doctor photograph me naked. I said couldn’t you couldn’t you at least give me a hospital gown? Mysteriously they are all in the corridor he told me politely with no expression whatsoever in his voice except contempt.
She asked me why I had three colanders in the kitchen.So I asked her, should I keep them in the bedroom? They are no good as chamber pots. She said I just wondered why you had three. So I told her to think animal vegetable and mineral
How my heart sings 