The satirical machine—e.g., Gulliver’s Travels—always implies that the narrator (author) occupies some special chair, above it all. Or above most of it.
Gunnar Grimes, The Persistence of Vision.
Put it this way: Opening boxes is what I do.
Dennis W. Sylvester, Confessions of a Moon Man.
Rome wasn’t destroyed in a day.
Terence Theodore, Proverbs for a New Era.
162. The miraculous can never be defeated.
Trevor Martens, A Great Many Gratuitous Remarks.
Getting ready for things seems wise. For things to come. But how does one get ready for things?
Edward Wickham III, Collected Papers of the Hasty Conclusion Club.
“Why look when you can simply leap? Always leap, old boy!” Patrick offered this advice with perfect confidence. After all, it had served him quite well. Hadn’t it?
Ruth Ledgerwood, Death by Logic.
Reclining: telling lies whilst lying.
Royce Michaels, The Kingdom of Ice.
wet pain
eye soar
Andrew Tertullian, Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.
“Which is worse, the fool or the coward?” Neither is worse. Actually, they are both good. They are very good indeed.
Paul Uccelo, The Enigma of the Box.
I have drifted along in an appalling way—aloof from my family, from friends. Having an occasional thought. Jotting down a few words. What could that add up to? Does summation even apply here?
Dennis W. Sylvester, Confessions of a Moon Man.
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