The world would shift—and not in a good way—if there were no recordings of Charlie Poole’s Milwaukee Blues.
Logan Nygaard, A Treatise on Amusement.
“I’m sure they are good at what they do,” said Johnny. “And I am sure that they are also good in a more general sense. I am speaking, of course, about government workers.”
Hollis Beddoes, Counting the Magpies.
“When I am making flower arrangements I like to start with what is called a Martha Stewart. That’s three ounces of Scotch whiskey poured into a jelly glass, and then down the hatch.”
Jason Starling, ed., Adventures in Narrative Parsimony.
Design: a specifically modern type of shallowness.
Nathaniel Bumppo, The Final Word.
December 10, 2021. Today, the straightforward description of social reality is simply funny. The way jokes used to be.
Reginald Boyington, Dear Dreadful Diary.
The lady in the advert had been smiling. Lawrence Hollingsworth knew that because he had observed her to part her lips and to steadfastly display her fine white teeth.
Hollis Beddoes, Counting the Magpies.
Slipped under a favorite specimen in his collection of antique cameras was a blank business card with this message scribbled in ink: “A modest impediment to cultural entropy, well-loved and understood to be temporary.”
Anselm Bligh, A Collection of Miniatures.
Even the definitions are suggestive. They hint at something more. But the author does not offer more, so the reader must find satisfaction in what is at hand.
Jason Starling, Scale in Literature.
“They are actors, Emily. Everything is false. Even the teeth and hair. Especially the teeth and hair!”
James Finial, The Misadventures of Caroline.
“I want to overpay for a beverage,” thought Justin. “Hey, bring me a craft lager!”
Anselm Bligh, A Collection of Miniatures.
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