Please name the films:
1. “Watch out! Watch out! For that tree.”
2. “Nothing to it, really. Telephone kiosk. Ledge at the top. Dump off a little package. Ready for collection.”
3. “A person doesn’t change because you find out more.”
Jeremy Breedlove, A Sardonic View of the Movies.
Who will tell us how lazy we are being?
Christopher Jayne, A Critique of Sincerity.
April 2, 2014. Things he almost likes: almonds (so close!), imagined sexual relations, fruit juice, the word “truly,” poetry read aloud dramatically, plebiscites, the word “respect,” belts, the word “passionate,”….
Reginald Boyington, Dear Dreadful Diary.
Where is nothing? Why it is here and here, and over there. Nothing is everywhere.
Clifford O. Mounce, A Portable Darkness.
“You are to be congratulated for your remarkable assumptions.” Bob had thought the words over carefully, before he said them aloud to Millicent.
Brendan Shaughnessy, Lobsters and Clams—A Novel.
A river. A ribbon of khaki brown. A particulate stream. Depth can only be guessed at. A sheet of greenish, brownish glass. But the river is not there. The river is never quite there. The river is gone. Continuously gone. Or so he has been told.
Roone Giddings, An Arrangement of Particles.
Who (or what) will shield me from knowing?
Chalmers van Nest, The Trivial Quadrivium.
“Intellect is a shiny little box that we stow in the sock drawer.” By this time Bradley was seated at his desk, jotting down the words in his most careful script, by candlelight.
Chadwick Graves, One Damned Thing After Another.
“Sneering revulsion for all things—that is my game,” said Malcolm. “And I’m damned good at it.”
Corliss Archer, Boarding the Crazy Train.
