Last night while reading, I found lint mentioned in the book The Brambles by Eliza Minot. Edie, one of Arthur's daughters, is flying him to his other daughter Margaret's house, from California to New York:
"Only then does she remember the bottle of Valium or whatever it is that his nurse, Alice, gave her. She digs into her silver carry-on bag: the grit of frayed cigarettes mingling with lint; a piece of naked cinnamon chewing gum, conglomerate with grit and hair; the mellow scent of shredded tobacco."
