“Do you prefer plain or sparkling?” asked the Attendant. “Plain,” said Nigel, in his firmest voice.
Benedict Elder, A Cosmopolitan Paradise.
Is the author—is Kant—writing in good faith? And what about the reader? Is he reading in good faith?
Roger Boylan, ed., The Diary of Darius William Dunne.
“When,” asked Jason, “will we come to see how crucial it is that we not remember our dreams?”
Burnham Woode, A Circle of Radiance.
pint of view
Andrew Tertullian, Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.
And, in essence, the issue came to this: “Was Gerald mentally ill, or was he just a very unpleasant person indeed?”
Park V. Kessler, Nearly Happy.
Small bird flying low missed by inches
Could feel its breeze
Went for a doze in shade.
Ann Sensabaugh, The Faulty Haiku.
Sculpture at the “heroic scale” is inevitably ludicrous. Let’s stop pretending.
Nelson Poindexter, Corpuscular Aesthetics.
“You cannot talk about everything at once. We are condemned to be at least somewhat analytical.”
Will Bestwyck, Letters from Mr. Palindrome.
“Here are a few more words to consider abandoning: amid, daunting, remiss, very, literally. Especially that last one, John.”
Will Bestwyck, Letters from Mr. Palindrome.
“I don’t know what those things are,” gushed Lynda, “but they certainly are well-designed.”
Heywood Wakefield, The Humdrum Demon.
