If we take architecture as a form of writing—and what could be more natural than to do so?—then, yes, the Doric order does present perplexities.
Sloane Daniels, The Ways of Undoing.
What science shows is that nothing can be done.
Dieter Borst, Single Points of Failure.
…so [Aleister Crowley] looked for signs, and indeed he found them.
Callista Clive, More Edwardian Abominations.
The worst oppression—for everyone—is the imagined kind.
Mills Verbruggen, The Isle of Dogs.
We don’t have writing anymore. We just think we do. Quantity does not matter.
Gunnar Grimes, The Persistence of Vision.
It’s not that the internet will be seen as the corridor through which degradation was brought upon us. It will be multiple corridors and multiple degradations.
Clifford Parkening, How the Moon Doth Sway.
Ideally, nothing should be “like something out of Kafka.”
Rula Tebb, ed., Remarks Attributed to the Late Great Hubert Ambrose.
Question: By giving a magical name to everything and everyone in his world, what did [Crowley] accomplish? Answer: A long list of alternative names.
Kelso Metternick, All the Right Questions.
I’m not interested in being right. I am interested in being clear about what I detest.
Dennis W. Sylvester, Confessions of a Moon Man.
Self-Absorbed: A state of being in which one is able to rationalize anything.
W. Karl Bavinger, The Misanthrope’s Way With Words.
