November 12, 2012. Just today’s additions to my list of favorite words: mistaken, lumber, cloud, blossom, cloudy, leaf, kindling.
Reginald Boyington, Dear Dreadful Diary.
In the postmodern world everything is an announcement of itself, rather than being the thing itself.
Cedric Plumm, All Roads Lead.
Roland Winters presents the talkative Charlie Chan. Oh yes, he does omit some verbs and he leaves out the definite articles. To that degree it is still telegraph English. But in all other respects he is verbose. Almost chatty. It is actually quite ridiculous.
Jeremy Breedlove, A Sardonic View of the Movies.
Perhaps the object only appears to be bounded.
Godfrey Tooke, Collected Aphorisms.
Eric sat in the shadows of the back porch, so he could eavesdrop on Butch and Gabe as they rattled on about this and that, but especially about somehow planning one’s mistakes, and about whether it makes more sense to spread them out evenly over time or to bunch them together (to get them over with).
Jason Starling, ed., Adventures in Narrative Parsimony.
There was plenty of good wine, but you could drink it only out of your cupped hands.
Park V. Kessler, Nearly Happy.
I was able to abandon drinking, and I was able to get past my attachment to money and the luxuries made accessible by it. But I have never succeeded in escaping self-absorption.
Tristram Speaker, A Book of Postulates.
“If I were to move a chair more than an inch or two, I would violate the aesthetic integrity of damn near everything. That fairly well sums up my experience with interior design.”
Amanda Willcoxen, ed., The Literary and Philosophical Fragments of Gregory James Sallust.
“But I’m not speaking about a place, Mr. Humphries. I am speaking about a time.”
Heywood Wakefield, The Humdrum Demon.
The pun doesn’t dissolve meaning, it multiplies it. There is more meaning than we had thought.
Jason Starling, Scale in Literature.
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