The house was probably not built for renting out. There’s only one kitchen, a vast hall-like room on the ground floor that has seen cooking on a mass scale once, but now lies mostly unused. The rest of the ground floor is divided between a dining room and a huge and draughty living room where a few very modern sofas, a foosball table and a very large flatscreen TV stand uncomfortably, like jugglers at a funeral.
- From Turbulence by Samit Basu
Jugglers at a funeral. There’s poetry in that phrase.
It’s also a sort of Googlewhackable phrase. Only 2 results if you key it in within quotes. (That will change with this post though…)
I don’t see that very often these days.