From “Murder, My Sweet“:
My feet hurt, and my mind felt like a plumber’s handkerchief. The office bottle hadn’t sparked me up, so I’d taken out my little black book and decided to go grouse hunting.
via Philip Marlowe: Product of a Hard-Boiled Time : NPR.
I’m pretty sure my mind has felt like a plumber’s handkerchief on occasion too. In fact, it may feel like that right now…