When Master Anselm hath mallet in hand
Doth not each matter all round him resemble more a nayle?
Thomas Gryffin, The Footman’s Felonie. (1606)
Priscilla Fanning, Fragments From the Jacobean Stage.
The bottle of cleanser fell into the sink, giving a sudden irritating crash. And Simon cranked his way through it all again: “If I could have a world with that noise or one without it, which would I choose?”
Chadwick Graves, One Damned Thing After Another.
“Third-rate shithole countries, Hendricks. Isn’t that what Nature wants?”
Chadwick Graves, Maoist Struggle Session and Other Stories.
“What modernist culture lacks,” said Alex, “is the main act. All we have is filler.”
Sebastian Sleeve, The Random Walk and Other Stories.
Amazing Grays
Andrew Tertullian, Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.
“A charging moose,” said the Trooper. “Now that’s some pretty nasty physics.”
Glynnis Hoving, The Multiplication Murders.
“But I don’t know how to want to like that,” confessed Ambrose, without a hope.
Buster Kelso, Crimes Against Music.
“I’m not sure that I am still laughing,” groaned Barrymore. “I mean, it seems like laughter. But I cannot be sure.”
Benedict Elder, A Cosmopolitan Paradise.
The actor is acting and he seems to be unconcerned that the audience knows that he is an actor acting who doesn’t mind this state of affairs being uncovered.
Thomas Bedlam, Jackdaws and the Problem of Speech.
“Adventures in the Life of a Rascal, Earnestly Disclosed.” Now that, fair reader, is a fine chapter head!
Joseph James Coventry, Concerning Some Recent Scribblers. (1772)
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