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“Some actor is happy,” said Mr. Forbes.  “Believe him!”

Priscilla Onkers, All About Edward.

“No, Hadley, this Linda creature is just another case of the empty box that makes noise.”

Mildred Cummings, Murder and Poetry.

Humbert’s advice was blunt and simple.  “Stay asleep,” he said.

Dell Arbogast, The Null Hypothesis and Other Stories.

“Mr. Ponsonby has been thinking things over,” said Gwen, “and he has come to a conclusion.”

Stephanie Biggers, Cat Farming in Nigeria.

Mr. Delingpole now wholly embraces that notion.  But he still despises Laurence Teale for championing the idea too soon.

Kiefer Sythe, The Detective Club.

There is the proclaimed preference, always readily accessible.  And then there is the revealed preference.

Desmond Urquhart, The Unsocial Sciences.

Sociality today is shared abhorrence—of A, of B, of C.  That is what we have become.

Christopher Jayne,  A Critique of Sincerity.

It is not just the centrality of self-definition.  It is the defining of oneself with no need to refer to evidence.  That is postmodernism.

Trevor Albertus,  Malevolent Asymmetry.

“But what does the outlier tell us, Mr. Hemmings?  It must be something.“

Kiefer Sythe,  The Detective Club.

“We lack the willingness to say No,” said Patrick.  “That will be our undoing.”

Roone Giddings,  An Arrangement of Particles.