Unbidden Connections
So, I’m minding my own business, reading a book about education, and humming along nicely with the gentleman’s arguments and statements. Suddenly, at the end of a sentence, is the phrase “sink your teeth into.” No, the preposition at the end doesn’t bother me. What bothers me is that as soon as my eyes lit upon the phrase, the image of Sunny Baudelaire climbing the elevator shaft with her teeth jumped before my mind’s eye.
Should I be concerned?
That incident was more than a little scary. Are her teeth adamantine?