“Look,” said Jennifer, confidently, “if you don’t wish to be censored, don’t say the wrong thing. This is not difficult!”
Gladys Huizinga, Hard-Luck Dennis.
Jacqueline sat at her desk, muttering. All morning long. Later, Archie claimed to have overheard at least one phrase clearly—something about “the centuries of patriarchal oppression.”
Priscilla Onkers, All About Edward.
“Is there really any evidence of anything,” shrieked Diana, “other than stale old history books written by white males with an agenda?”
Benedict Elder, A Cosmopolitan Paradise.
Actually, it was no accident. I wanted to kick that table. Even though it was made of wrought iron. I must have been thinking that it might in some way lead to expansion of consciousness. Or perhaps to the expansion of something else.
Will Southey, Government Cheese, a Novel.
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