For a professional writer in the Soviet Union, it works this way. First, you have to have something to say - that's the main thing. Second, it's a matter of who publishes you. If your book has real stuff in it, readers will ferret it out, even in a Siberian journal.
Human language is lit with animal life: we play cats-cradle or have hare-brained ideas; we speak of badgering, or outfoxing someone; to squirrel something away and to ferret it out.
Science is to be much commended for the ingenuity, the patience, and the persistency it displays in the invention of instruments wherewith to ferret out the secrets of nature.
A good interviewer is able to ferret out what the applicant is really passionate about. Ask them what they do for fun, what they're reading, try and find out if they have a life outside of work.
When I first read Helen Weinzweig's 'Basic Black with Pearls' several years ago, I emerged in the sort of daze that happens when a book seems to ferret out your most secret thoughts and hopes. Since then, I've described the book to others as an 'interior feminist espionage novel.'
Malfoy: [walking up to Buckbeak] Yes. You're not dangerous at all, are you, you great ugly brute!
Hagrid: Malfoy, no...
[Buckbeak raises his front legs and kicks Malfoy; Malfoy drops to the ground, clutching his arm in pain]
Hagrid: Buckbeak! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Buckbeak!
[tosses a ferret for Buckbeak to chase]
Hagrid: Away, you silly creature!
Malfoy: It's killed me! It's killed me!
Hagrid: Calm down. It's just a scratch.
Hermione: Hagrid! He has to be taken to the hospital.
Hagrid: I'm the teacher. I'll do it.
[lifts Malfoy into his arms]
Malfoy: You're
gonna regret this!
Hagrid: Class dismissed!
Malfoy: You and your bloody chicken!
Malfoy: Why so tense, Potter? My father and I have a bet, you see. I don't think you're going to last ten minutes in this tournament. He disagrees. He thinks you won't last five!
[laughs]
Harry: [enraged] I don't give a damn what your father thinks, Malfoy! He's vile and cruel, and you're just pathetic!
Malfoy: Pathetic?
[draws his wand]
Professor Moody: OH NO, YOU DON'T, SONNY!
[transifgures Malfoy into a ferret]
Professor Moody: I'll teach you to curse someone when their back is turned!
[proceeds to flick the ferret up and down]
Professor Moody: You stinking, cowardly, scummy...
Professor McGonagall:
[running up to Professor Moody] Professor Moody!
Professor Moody: Back-shooting...
Professor McGonagall: Wha- What are you doing?
Professor Moody: Teaching.
Professor McGonagall: Is that a- Is that a student?
Professor Moody: Technically, it's a ferret.
[dumps the ferret
down Crabbe's trousers]
Gregory Goyle: Stand still! Stand still!
[Attempts to remove the ferret from Crabbe's trousers, only to be bitten. Moody turns and winks at a Harry, who is laughing gleefully. The ferret crawls out of Crabbe's trousers, and McGonagall turns Malfoy back into his normal human self]
Malfoy: [standing up] My father will
hear about this!
Professor Moody: Is that a threat?
[Malfoy turns and runs]
Professor McGonagall: Professor Moody...
Professor Moody: IS THAT A THREAT?
Professor McGonagall: Professor...
Professor Moody: I CAN TELL YOU STORIES ABOUT YOUR FATHER THAT'LL CURL EVEN YOUR
GREASY HAIR, BOY!
Professor McGonagall: Alastor!
Professor Moody: IT DOESN'T END HERE!
Professor McGonagall: Alastor! We NEVER use transfiguration as a punishment! surely, Dumbledore told you that?
Professor Moody: He might've mentioned it.
Professor McGonagall: Well, you will do
well to remember it.
[turns around]
Professor McGonagall: [to a group of students standing nearby] Away!
[as she walks away, Moody sticks his tongue out at her]
Professor Moody: [turns to Harry] You. Come with me.
Malfoy: [after Moody humilates him by turning him into a ferret and bouncing him up and down] My father will hear about this!
Professor Moody: Is that a threat?
[Draco turns and runs]
Professor McGonagall: Professor Moody...
Professor Moody: [yelling after him] I could tell you stories about your father
that would curl even your greasy hair, boy!
Professor McGonagall: Alastor!
Professor Moody: It doesn't end here!
Professor McGonagall: Alastor! We never use transfiguration as a punishment. Surely Dumbledore told you that.
Professor Moody: He might've mentioned it.
Professor
McGonagall: Well you will do well to remember it.
[turns around]
Professor McGonagall: [to a group of students gathered nearby] Away!
[as she walks away, Moody sticks his tongue out at her]
Professor Moody: [turns to Harry] You, come with me.
Hendley: Right.
Bartlett: Dennis, maps and surveys. Colin, you'll take your usual job. Eric, have you thought how you're going to get rid of this dirt?
Ashley-Pitt: Yes, I have. The usual places. I hadn't anticipated three tunnels, but we'll manage.
Sorren: Roger, who's going to handle security for all this?
Bartlett: You are. I want a system of stooges covering this compound from front to back, checking every goon in and out. I want a signal system so perfect that if ever a ferret gets within fifty feet of any of the huts in which we're working, we can shut down without a sign.