Mr. Cliburn is not the only virtuoso to have attached his career to its rather jumbled collection of brilliant ideas.

From trilby-hatted head to sandalled feet, his whole body bristles with a jumbled collection of objects.

Under the box was a jumbled collection of California driver's licenses with assorted ID's.

He flipped open the chest, revealing an assortment of rust-smeared surgical implements-at least I hoped it was rust-and a jumbled collection of stoppered bottles and jugs.

His childhood was a blur, his boyhood a jumbled collection of disconnected faces and events.

Swamp sounds rose behind them out of Eden's Murk, a jumbled collection of screams and cries, fragmented and distant for the most part, scattered in the mist.

Nothing remarkable, nothing that might not be found in any jumbled collection of domestic flotsam in any cellar or garden shed.

Inside, in the cool darkness, was a jumbled collection of machines and gadgets that would have stunned the low-tech Shamaris.

Any old jumbled collection of parts is unique and, with hindsight, is as improbable as any other.

His mind was a jumbled collection of images- Rainie the first time she smiled for him, Rainie with a contented cat's purr in the seconds after they'd made love.