stuck in muck
Self-realization is a fraudulent enterprise. Modernity’s little joke.
Jason K. Broadus, The Ice of My Dreams.
Self-realization is a fraudulent enterprise. Modernity’s little joke.
Jason K. Broadus, The Ice of My Dreams.
Today’s easy times breed contempt for the hardships endured by our predecessors, whose efforts brought about the better days.
P. J. Cahoon, The History of Crime.
Interpretation brings with it the willingness to redefine terms. Such as the term “fact”.
Thomas Bedlam, Jackdaws and the Problem of Speech.
They confuse feeling good with being good….
Mills Verbruggen, The Isle of Dogs.
“I wonder, really,” Jack exclaimed to no one in particular, “whether Allison could even begin to fathom my sorrow.”
Myrtle Mawby, Cabinets and Drawers, a Novel.
“Yes, but that is merely an answer,” fumed Jonathan, almost trembling.
Benedict Elder, A Cosmopolitan Paradise.
Gilbert had been challenged to articulate a single sentence that could be regarded as being inherently ridiculous. This is what he devised: “There is a shortage of contemporary art.”
Roger Penberthy, A Non-Newtonian Unpleasantness.
…positing luxuries as the basic woodwork of the world, and assuming an endless and seamless supply of these….
Travis Hilliard, The Mesmerizing Particles.
“Evilness” is somewhat awkward. However, sometimes things are so awful that “evil” is not a strong enough word.
Hecuba Gathers, A Purely Physical World.
come bust
Andrew Tertullian, Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.