The World Wide Web necessitated an immense concerted capitalization at the very start (indeed, well before that). Who provided it? Who paid for—who built—the requisite hard infrastructure? A half-dozen “cool” tech guys?
Roger Hedgecook, Stolen and Sold for Parts.
The citizen longs for rubbish.
Godfrey Tooke, Collected Aphorisms.
“Someone has to fix dinner,” squawked Karl, presumably to explain why he was smothering one of the larger goldfish.
Jason Starling, ed., Adventures in Narrative Parsimony.
He sometimes tutored
A tuba tooter
Whilst commuting by scooter
Down in Dingley Dell….
Gilbert Crombie, A Red Wheelbarrow.
“But I’m not speaking about a place, Mr. Humphries. I am speaking about a time.”
Vivian Welles, The Stadium Puzzle—A Gilda Partridge Murder Mystery. (1937)
Only Leon Ames could deliver that line properly. Of course, that’s not enough to establish a Leon Ames School of Dramatic Arts. Nevertheless, it is not nothing.
Jeremy Breedlove, A Sardonic View of the Movies.
I more or less demanded that [Huizinga] characterize the Baroque for me then and there, and he said, “It is extravagant, it is theatrical, and it is extravagantly theatrical.”
Orson Tatterhouse, The Anatomy Lesson of Nicolaes Tulp.
“I asked him what he had in mind with the word shadow. And he said: ‘I mean rock. Rock music is the shadow’.”
Donovan Hoone, The Great Escape.
He published several novels in the 1920s, including Slender Returns and The Shrewd Schoolmaster. The latter won high critical praise for its peculiar narrative methods.
Logan Nygaard, A Treatise on Amusement.
It is the nonmaterial that has substance.
GodfreyTooke, Collected Aphorisms.
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