santa’s wonderland 2019
It is as though W. Kandinsky devised a set of rules, and we are somehow obligated to follow them.
Crispin Trove, The Viewer as Pest.
It is as though W. Kandinsky devised a set of rules, and we are somehow obligated to follow them.
Crispin Trove, The Viewer as Pest.
November 11, 2012. It strikes me that hardly anyone writes novels nowadays—suggesting that it is very difficult to do. On the other hand, everybody and his dog is busy writing pseudoquotations. So, easy to do?
Reginald Boyington, Dear Dreadful Diary.
“I did nothing at all,” insisted Mr. Hastings. “But it appears that I did nothing in the wrong way.”
Silas Burbage, The Adventurous Half-Life of Buddy Boyo.
“She was awfully pretty,” said Martens. “Terribly. Horribly.”
Thaddeus Crewes, Crowded Evil World.
“I don’t worship the clergy, Linda. They are not the thing. But I do my best to tolerate them.”
Benedict Elder, A Cosmopolitan Paradise.
Koolius Caesar.
Godfrey Tooke, Collected Aphorisms.
We dwell upon a silk sofa carried on the backs of our ancestors.
Chalmers Van Nest, The Trivial Quadrivium.
A circle of admirers. That’s what Hudson wanted. But just how broad should that circle be? That morning, at 9:06, he had no answer. No scheme at all.
Hartley Spinks, A Long the River Run.
There is a sense of panic that descends upon us when we begin to realize that those who are lying to us are stupid.
Tyler Boots, Axios Means Worthy.
Two propositions presented on a bright, balmy day: (1) the Enlightenment was a mistake and (2) the Internet was a mistake.
Hunter Hogarth, Raised by Wolves.
