dennis scharnberg

November 11, 2012.  It strikes me that hardly anyone writes novels nowadays—suggesting that it is very difficult to do.  On the other hand, everybody and his dog is busy writing miniatures.  So, easy to do?

Reginald Boyington,  Dear Dreadful Diary.

“I did nothing at all,” insisted Dr. Hastings.  “But it appears that I did nothing in the wrong way.”

Silas Burbage,  The Adventurous Half-Life of Buddy Boyo.

“She was awfully pretty,” said Martens.  “Terribly.  Horribly.”

Thaddeus Crewes,  Crowded Evil World.