Edgarton suddenly knew what he wanted to write about. Precisely. He knew the very title of his thesis: New Meanings of the Word “Science.”
Anselm Bligh, A Collection of Miniatures.
A thespian humility and an almost blinding self-importance are combined as she laments that “it should be up to such a feeble agency [as herself] to see to the enlightenment of the world.”
Etta Hardinge, Helena Blavatsky Reconsidered.
Hello there! I am your narrator. Are you ready? Well, then, let’s proceed.
Victoria Salt, ed., A Compendium of Opening Lines.
How do you know that you liked it?
A. Greeted by smile in mirror
B. Felt tingle in toes
C. Informed by associates that you appear to have liked it
D. I Ching coins declared that you liked it
Charles Pfanning, Mild Interrogations.
new merry call
probe ability
Venn gents
Andrew Tertullian, Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.
It is a matter of what they say and what they do. Take “equality,” for example. It can be merely a rationale for the destruction of anything traditional.
Ernest Ingram, The Unclean Sweep.
Hedonism does not lead to boredom. It is a confession that one is bored. Hopelessly bored.
Kristin Hawes, The Dark Journey.
Do I ever actually own a photograph? Don’t photographs have an existence that is independent of our grasp?
P.J. Cahoon, The History of Crime.
With The Third Man, it’s like the film is the puppet master and the viewer is the marionette.
Albrecht Luggens, Ways of Serving Time.
threw a glass starkly
Andrew Tertullian, Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.
