“This guy is such a cornball.” “ ‘Cornball,’ ” repeated the writer, eating a nectarine. “That’s a good old-fashioned word.” “I guess you could say,” said Alice, searching the floor for her underpants, “that I’m a good old-fashioned girl.” “ ‘The party’s over . . . ,’ ” he sang, whenever he wanted her to go home. “ ‘It’s time to call it a d-a-a-a-a-y . . .’ ”
