Mrs. Pettigrew thinks that she is sophisticated. And therefore she is. But she will never see the tragedy in that.
Christopher Blasey, The Perplexity of the Two Green Doors.
“It’s not lurid or extravagant. It’s actually mundane. It is humdrum. That’s it, Phyllis. Humdrum nihilism.”
Benedict Elder, A Cosmopolitan Paradise.
Without Gagosian, nothing.
Lucius Pym, Soft Sophistication.
The beast is yet to come.
Andrew Tertullian, Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.
In the post-modern world, the most powerful form of dishonesty is not lying. It is concealment.
Jeremy Clyde, The Method of Non Sequitur.
“Yes, Andrea. And the poet Shelley also held strong opinions concerning his own male member. And concerning where it should be placed.”
Benedict Elder, A Cosmopolitan Paradise.
Religious faith is not etiquette.
Pamela Hrothgar, No Stone Unturned.
Jack found himself edging away again. But where to? Where did he go on those occasions when he had slipped away from them all?
Chadwick Graves, One Damned Thing After Another.
“Hopefully this will kill the art schools!” exclaimed Harry, referring to the new interest in online learning.
Anselm Bligh, A Collection of Miniatures.
“…referring to books that have never existed,” offered Roland. “You know, like Holmes’ monograph on tobacco ash.”
Giles Coxe-Coburn, Belief in Insects.
