He looked about as inconspicuous as a tarantula on a slice of angel
food.
-- Raymond Chandler. Farewell, My Lovely (1940) Chapter 1.
This car sticks out like spats at an Iowa picnic.
-- Raymond Chandler. Farewell, My Lovely (1940) Chapter 9.
I lit a cigarette. It tasted like a plumber's handkerchief.
-- Raymond Chandler. Farewell, My Lovely (1940) Chapter 15.