“What I was arguing upon, sir, was the proper time of day for a young gentleman to rise. I said eight of the clock and he declared it noon.”
Trevor Walpole, The Imperfect Stranger. (1784)
“From a hippie commune to pornographic videos—that is such a great leap. And then there was her horrible murder.”
Devona Twilly, Shallowness, a Novel.
“Pay no attention to me,” urged the young man with the bullhorn. “None whatsoever!”
Chadwick Graves, One Damned Thing After Another.
“Oh, it’s Ice Road Truckers!” exclaimed Edward. “How pleasant.”
Brooks Westerby, Squaresville.
“How dare you cast aspersions on him!” cried Mary. “Just because he murdered his parents. One day. Many years ago.”
Brooks Westerby, Squaresville.
Measuring the measurement. We are accomplishing nothing until we can approach the matter continuously in that way.
Benedict Symes, A Meditation on Periodicity.
“Basically, we want to ruin you and completely degrade anything that you value,” whispered Amanda in regard to her Frankfurt School political alignment. “We are nasty people, John.”
Clifford Apogee, Draining the Pools—A Collection of Stories.
Can the sensors measure themselves?
Godfrey Tooke, Collected Aphorisms.
“It’s the 21st century, Stacie. It is the greatest frivolity ever witnessed upon this Earth. It’s the Big Show!”
Brooks Westerby, Squaresville.
When we refer to our humility we lose it.
Godfrey Tooke, Collected Aphorisms.
