A white ball lies upon a grassy terrace. And what does Devlin say? “Oh, look there, a lovely red ball!”
Maxwell Havers, The Complete Undoing of Lord Tuckahoe.
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Auntie chamber
Andrew Tertullian, Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.
…not that they are liars, but that they are so bad at lying.
Winston Joyce, Rational Agent Theory.
Lawrence did not seek redemption. Not quite. He simply yearned for better ways to waste time.
Miles Everett Mander, Hard-Won Tales.
Assigning blame is inescapably irrational.
Clifford O. Mounce, A Portable Darkness.
Forgetting is not selective. One simply does forget.
Trevor Albertus, Malevolent Asymmetry.
—I had absolutely nothing to do with it, Inspector.
—Yes, but having nothing to do with things is a highly refined skill. Is it not?
Lana Dowling, The Mystery of the Dull Parcels.
“Isn’t not knowing a good thing? I read somewhere that it was. Or that it could be? Or might be? Of course, I cannot know.”
Rhonda Carstairs, A Bad Case of the Whim-Whams and Other Stories.
“I don’t know, Havers, but I doubt that I would be so eager to brag. About not being able to see it.”
Ellen Entwhistle, The Caravan Murders.
What a secular world shows, always, is the absolute failure of imagination.
Pamela Hrothgar, No Stone Unturned.
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