dennis scharnberg

spade and archer

Is there anything worse than psychology?

Titus Musgrave,  Carthago Delenda Est.

brick bats flying

There is no arithmetic of resentment.

Godfrey Tooke,  Collected Aphorisms.

wild and woolly

I tend to think in terms of three, Sam.  Groups of three.  And I do believe that there was a third great Homeric poem, in addition to the Odyssey and the Iliad.  Of course, it is lost to us.  Long gone.  But in my vision of the thing, it must have centered around the later life of a minor character who appears in some versions of the Iliad.  His name works out to be something like our familiar “Molloy.” And the poem narrates—relentlessly— the everyday minutia in the life of this whining, complaining, small-minded parasite.  And, Sam, do bear in mind that there be might certain advantages inherent in the loss of this text.  You know what they say about gift horses.

Will Bestwyck,  Letters From Mr. Palindrome.

problems have arisen

“Banquo was a hothead, Charlie.  And he had it coming.  Have you ever considered that?”

Burdyce Goode,  Wonderful With Dogs.

running in corridors

“Artists are the worst of all, Lucy.  They are the most conformist people I have ever known.  The are an advertisement for the culture.”

Thaddeus Crewes,  Crowded Evil World.

do not bend

“I really mean it, Stacie.  Apps are my passion.”

Corliss Archer,  Boarding the Crazy Train.

giving packing pointers

Steel is my friend.

Godfrey Tooke,  Collected Aphorisms.

out in red

“Theater sucks,” declared Mr. Devlin, with a tone of finality.

Chadwick Graves,  One Damned Thing After Another.

load of twaddle

Parker’s original intention was to describe the crime scene with spectacular literary sentences that would send chills up the reader’s spine.  Or down it.

Will Southey,  Government Cheese, the Novel.

shark bubbles blow

May 12, 2013.   Family scattered all over.  Alienated.  Aimless.  Won’t somebody please write a novel about me?

Reginald Boyington,  Dear Dreadful Diary.