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“You're doing it again. Using reason to argue faith. Can't be done. Like playing croquet with a crochet hook. Sounds something like the right tool for the job, but isn't.”
― K.J. Bishop, The Etched City

“Get me into the game, Izzy," Cameron said when he reached Isabella at the edge of Hart’s well-groomed lawn. Pairs of ladies and gentlemen waited beyond, a few gentlemen swinging mallets and rolling shoulders to show off for the ladies.

Isabella turned to Cameron in surprise. "We’re playing croquet."

"Yes, I know what the devil it is. Give me a damned mallet."

"But you hate croquet." Isabella continued to blink green eyes at him.

"I don’t hate it today. I want you to pair me with Mrs. Douglas."

"Ah." Isabella’s surprised look turned to one of interest. "Mrs. Douglas, is it?”
― Jennifer Ashley, The Many Sins of Lord Cameron

“Is it possible that you are unaware of the significance of cheese in a croquet tournament?”
― Jodi Taylor, And the Rest Is History

“As soon as the pegs were driven in and the game started, the man was transfigured. From his habitual, slow, ponderous, rather rigid self, he changed into a terrifically mobile, scampering, mute, sly-visaged hunchback.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Pnin