He was once believed to have been a member (in absentia) of the Boondoggle Brotherhood, also known as the Hoppity Hoopers. Not to mention his years as Hogenmeister of the Great Swogglers of the Horn, in the 1920s.
Will Southey, Government Cheese, the Novel.
Supporting the Caws
Andrew Tertullian, Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.
The categories are all we know. That is our knowledge.
Rollin Mungo, Selected Rants of Mr. Barraclough.
“I dropped my phone into the lake. I’ve lost it forever. There’s nothing left of me. I’m gone.”
Dennis Waverly, A Woman in Gray.
Such-and-such needs to be done.
Godfrey Tooke, Collected Aphorisms.
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.
