March 19, 2015. Never say “last.” I herewith add yet another—a final?— entry to my list of words to avoid using: our.
Reginald Boyington, Dear Dreadful Diary.
“So, you are trying to tell me—aren’t you?—that one might make a living off a magpie? A bird. I mean, if you trained him properly?”
Nicholas Bruhns, Otto, the Magpie.
“No one wants you to be uncomfortable, Frances. No, no. It’s comfort all the way! Please, won’t someone bring a pillow or two for Ms. Bagby?”
Adrian Caliban, The Magnificent Egglestons.
“Well I do like buttons, of course. For the most part. Especially those that gleam and dazzle. And plain ones that are flat and translucent. And old, Margaret. They must be old.”
Stacie Knotts, Crazy Days.
Notice that I’m not saying that they speak. Of course they don’t speak. Not exactly. Not as we think of speaking. No.
Nicholas Bruhns, Otto, the Magpie.
“The answer, Mary, is the word yes. It’s the awful word yes.”
Roberta Pym, The Complete Undoing of William Ambrose.
“For what it’s worth, Palmer, the number of recognizable three-word phrases in English is immense. And I have no idea what it all means, in case you are wondering.”
Roberta Pym, The Complete Undoing of William Ambrose.
Model: one who smiles (or frowns) as though she really means it.
Callista Ralph, Alphabet Soup.
Modernism was a series of tactics—or clever ideas (some more clever than others)—with the intention being to generate absurdities.
Logan Nygaard, A Treatise on Amusement.
What does the internet distract us from?
Roger Hedgecook, Stolen and Sold for Parts.
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