…and all upon the banke were timber drift and compleat trees dragging downe the Themmes….
James Rakes, “Fit of Lunacie” (1618)
Paul Crackenthorpe, English Pamphleteers of the Seventeenth Century.
…and Thornton’s basic argument seems to be that it is wrong to be opposed to his ideas.
Tristan Holyoke, A Tree Full of Monkeys.
“I might have made a mistake,” confessed Lisa. “A very small one.”
Priscilla Onkers, All About Edward.
What do we call that state of affairs in which the toolbox contains only a hammer?
Daniel Brasso, The Infinite Regress.
According to his biographer, Malcolm Lowry’s dishonesty was fascinating.
Anthony Scowling, The Beat Paradigm.
better dead than read
Andrew Tertullian, Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.
We deserve the internet.
Roger Hedgecook, Stolen and Sold for Parts.
“There is no writer,” asserted L. W., “because there is no text.”
Giles Coxe-Coburn, Belief in Insects.
In a mere seven pages, Tildy had found a way to use the word “vivid” twelve damned times!
Quentin Drabb, Ebenezer’s Untold Tales.
“And what is Jennifer doing?” asked Brenda.
“I assume she’s staring at her phone,” Gerald quipped, with that bitter smirk on display.
Chadwick Graves, One Damned Thing After Another.
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