“Look at how much I despise the bad people,” Helen seemed to say. And she was quite accomplished at the task. However, she showed no capability of recognizing how bad she was. Or even how bad she might be.
Benedict Elder, A Cosmopolitan Paradise.
Internet: a mechanism for the degradation of our language, one word at a time, one phrase at a time.
Roger Hedgecook, Stolen and Sold for Parts.
“It is often advantageous, Mr. Carstairs, to have at least one toe in the real world.”
Jack David Powys, Narcissus Rising.
—“Todd is just passionate about Jacobean theatre.”
—“What Rebecca is trying to say, I think, is that Todd has some sort of an interest in the Jacobeans. Presumably, an abiding interest.”
Christina Rubb, The Awful Puzzle.
“Not caring is the thing,” laughed Edgar. “Who is able to care the very least? That’s our game.”
Chadwick Graves, One Damned Thing After Another.
Like the Gnostic in the religious sphere, the secular Leftist has—somehow—come to know better, to see more clearly.
Desmond Urquhart, The Unsocial Sciences.
“How does one write a short story?” demanded Gregory.
“Gaining admission to a university writing program is a good first step,” said James Malverne. “Then, of course, there are any number of writing seminars and workshops and tutorials.”
Silas Burbage, The Adventurous Half-Life of Buddy Boyo.
“All languages are equal,” asserted Mr. Geddings. Excitedly.
Myrtle Mawby, Cabinets and Drawers, a Novel.
Hugh expressed a burning desire to love “mankind.” The fact that he did not love mankind—and was manifestly incapable of it—seemed only a minor irritation to his audience.
Brendan Shaughnessy, Lobsters and Clams, a Novel.
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Andrew Tertullian, Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.
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