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“Look how immoral I am being!” enthused Jacqueline.
Will Southey, Government Cheese, the Novel.
“Look how immoral I am being!” enthused Jacqueline.
Will Southey, Government Cheese, the Novel.
Beverly was very busy indeed. And what was Beverly doing? She was expressing concern. She was expressing deeply felt concern.
Stephanie Biggers, Cat Farming in Nigeria.
Performance [art] calls for a peculiar behavior on the part of the spectator. One doesn’t quite watch. Not directly, anyway. No, the spectator finds a way to coexist with the performance.
Paxton Pierce, 600 Comments on 20th Century Art.
“Okay, next, we are going to create a really nice bucket, using only coconut shells and gluestick,” said the host of the show. Loudly, and with a big smile.
Will Southey, Government Cheese, the Novel.
“Max doesn’t even care to be right, Vanessa. He wants to be wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong.”
Chadwick Graves, Maoist Struggle Session and Other Stories.
“It’s not a question of how she lives,” explained Paul. “It is a question of what it all presupposes.”
Michael Margate, The Shadow Path.
Andrea was submitting that novel to her very self. Oh, what a lucky book!
Hugh Chumley, Making Martha Happy.
“Modernity is a disease, Colin. The Modernists all knew that. But they saw it as heroic to have that disease, whereas I see it as merely stupid.”
Will Bestwyck, Letters From Mr. Palindrome.
“I shall always remember that thrill,” exclaimed Deborah. “You do believe me, don’t you?”
Rubina Malcolm, The Black Box.
“And what did he mean by that?”
“He meant nothing, man. Nothing! He was just trying to sound poetic. That’s all. Like Bob Dylan!”
Everson Dwight, Theory of Machines, a Novel.