He could picture Dodo running wild in the august gathering, squealing banalities, buttonholing, flinging legs and bosom in all directions tossed from man to man like an animated beanbag.

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— Dawn Powell, The Locusts Have No King. Buttonholing: the act of detaining someone in conversation against his or her will. (I want to live amongst Dawn Powell characters and write them down all over again. Though I’d never do it as well as this.)