Mark Twain's AnagraMania

You don't know about me... 

...but at noon you'd wok me...? 

If I were you I'd take a deep breath and count to ten -- unless you'd prefer to say hello to my little friends Fisti and Cuffs...

A. A. Milne's AnagraMania

Here is Edward Bear... 

(Did we err...? Be he Sara...?)

What sort of a bear would live under the name of Sara...? Oh...THAT sort of a bear.

Marcel Proust's AnagraMania

For a long time, I used to go to bed early... 

...and I'd forget to get my ol' Lois a bouree.

Without a quick turn or two about the nursery before lights out, that old gal wouldn't sleep a wink...

Bulwer-Lytton's AnagraMania

It was a dark and stormy night... 

...In my Dakota, Tar, with Dr. S_____, sang...

...Don Jose's "Flower Song" aria from Carmen as the infamous plastic surgeon and his giant Negro assistant, having finally loaded the remaining three headless corpses onto the Dodge truck's rain-soaked flatbed, attempted, mostly unsuccessfully, to pat dry each other's soggy jodhpurs...