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So I might be reading an Agatha Christie Miss Marple novel (Murder is Announced...), and I have come to the realisation that I am a perv, because all these words meant something different back in 1950, and one is not meant to think of their porny meanings when reading.

But if you do, it gets pretty interesting.

"What sort of place is Chipping Cleghorn?" asked Sir Henry.

"A large, sprawling, picturesque village. Butcher, baker, grocer, quite a good antique shop—two tea shops. Self-consciously a beauty spot. Caters to the motoring tourist. Also highly residential. Cottages formerly lived in by agricultural labourers now converted and lived in by elderly spinsters and retired couples. A certain amount of building done round about in Victorian times."

"I know," said Sir Henry. "Nice old pussies and retired colonels. Yes, if they noticed that advertisment they’d all come sniffing around 6:30 to see what was up."

I think it’s important to note here that I know he means older women. Spinsters. Still. I loled. But it got worse.

"Lord, I wish I had my own particular old pussy here. Wouldn’t she like to get her nice ladylike teeth into this? Right up her street it would be."

Sir Henry means Miss Marple. LOVELY. BUT YOU SEE WHERE MY BRAIN IS GOING.

"Who’s your own particular pussy, Henry? An aunt?"

Then I lost it. Haaahahaaahaha!

Later, there was also:

Close beside [Miss Blacklock], with an eager round face and untidy hair escaping a hairnet, was a woman about the same age whom Craddock had no difficulty in recognising as the "Dora Bunner—companion" of Constable Legg’s notes—to which the latter had added an off-record commentary of "Scatty!"

HAAAHAHAHAH SCATTY.

I was three pages into this when I realised that this is going to be the basic plot for my detective Snarry—the sequel to both of my snarry games entries. Just for fun. AND I AM GOING TO PUT BOTH OF THESE REFERENCES IN THERE AND USE THEM AS CHRISTIE INTENDED JUST TO DRIVE EVERYONE SCATTY.

SCATTY.

Also, a good word—scraggy!