one dreadful abyss
“I am, therefore I think,” urged a certain Mr. Bob Sawyer.
Agatha Vox, When Everything Was Singing.
“I am, therefore I think,” urged a certain Mr. Bob Sawyer.
Agatha Vox, When Everything Was Singing.
I sink, therefore I swam.
Andrew Tertullian, Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.
Colton’s “radical rebellion” consisted of little more than being morose and uncooperative.
Darko Rivenbark, Snapshots.
“No, Alice, you’re wrong. You are completely wrong. They don’t think you’re crazy. They think you are vapid.”
Gladys Huizinga, Hard-Luck Dennis.
“You sound like an actor, acting,” said Hugh, briefly. “Congratulations. It’s quite an accomplishment.”
Trent Bendix, The Dejected Bird.
Juvenal delinquent
Tacit us
Andrew Tertullian, Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.
“Here,” stated Dalton, “we have diagenetically consolidated sedimentary facies. Commonly referred to as a rock.”
Mildred Cummings, Murder and Poetry.
“One simply cannot prevent people thinking things,” answered Brenda. And there was an unmistakable note of exhaustion in that voice.
Myrtle Mawby, Cabinets and Drawers, a Novel.
“If this is the job you really want to have, then you are quite unsuitable for it.” Monica was desperate to find just the right sentence to open the How-To book she hoped to write.
Jason Starling, ed., Adventures in Narrative Parsimony.
Your doubt is not an ongoing state of mind. It is a decision you made.
Nicholas J. Pascoe, Pedestrians of Regency London.