Beverly let the adjectives repeat and multiply and fly through the air. It was all “vivid” and “iconic” and “striking” and “gorgeous.” And it was inescapable.
Jason Starling, ed., Adventures in Narrative Parsimony.
“This professor,” said Mr. Hock, “was rambling and obfuscating and sometimes muttering. Occasionally, at least, it seemed to concern something he called the geometry of whiteness.”
Everson Dwight, Theory of Machines, a Novel.
Near the top of Will Chatham’s list of “desires in life” stood this one: to be admired.
Victoria Salt, A Compendium of Opening Lines.
The Enlightenment’s great gift to posterity is the notion that “society” is essentially a design problem.
Godfrey Daniels, Inspecting the Time Domain.
“Just because I possess wisdom,” wondered Travis, “does that mean that I am entitled to dispense wisdom?”
Burdyce Goode, Wonderful With Dogs.
“No, Jane, you cannot choose which matters will be those that embarrass you.”
“Oh, but I think that I can, Charles. I am certain of it.”
Benedict Elder, A Cosmopolitan Paradise.
For years, Travis had engaged in collecting the sheet music for old English and Scottish ballads. He divided the material into two categories: “love pleasant” and “love unfortunate.”
Jason Starling, ed., Adventures in Narrative Parsimony.
“What do these stories mean to you, Christine? Just more groaning? Are they mystery? Help me out here.”
Diana Moone, Living Well.
“Trust me, Linda, but magical things just do happen as the logos manifests itself.”
Tristan Holyoke, A Tree Full of Monkeys.
“You guys will never learn,” said Douglas Meade, the systems analyst. “I just know it.”
“I’m not paid to learn,” Simon shot back.
“Well I don’t know what they pay you for, but I do know that you will n-e-v-e-r learn.”
Jeremy Malking, The Anechoic Chamber: Stories.
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