From Robert Traver's Anatomy of A Murder:
Dr, Smith gestured at the three men ahead of us. "Reporters," he said. "Your little murder trial seems at last destined for immortality--for the weekend, that is. It seems that word of a little dog with a flashlight is what did it." The three reporters noisily commandered a cab and whirled away.
"A little dog shall lead them." I murmured. "God bless our free and untrammeled press."
"An amazing trip," the Doctor remarked as we left the airport. "Your scattered towns are nothing but occasional scars set amongst the lakes and woods. I didn't dream of the remoteness and wild beauty of this place. 'See America first' is right."
"Perhaps, Doctor," I said, "perhaps you would join my committee to bomb the new bridge over the Straits of Mackinac? I'm enlisting recruits and the initiation fee is modest--only half a case of 40 per cent stump powder. Can I sign you up? Otherwise I'm afraid that before long the highways will be one continuous neon-lit hot-dog stand, with serpent lines of cars locked exhaust to exhaust like hound dogs following a bitch in heat. I shudder to think of it and have lately been eyeing my escape hatch, Alaska. For years the Straits stood as our English Channel against invasion from the south. And now this goddam bridge, which our gleeful chamber of commerce sturdies have now added to their nightly prayers." (395)
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