I will be fine
I will decline
Inside a deep mine
My voice to refine
My holdings divine
By drawing a line
I will be fine…
Patrick Malmsey, Manifest Toe. (from Book V)
A room is filled with smoke and cries
I never descended to despise
A better plan could not devise
Tired so soon of all the lies
A prince displayed outrageous ties
We shall see how much that buys
Showing fool in so many eyes
A face now coated with lemon pies
Inscrutable (tasty) new disguise….
Patrick Malmsey, Manifest Toe. (from Book IV)
Leslie—like so many others of his generation—came to regard Hegel as the philosopher who really cared.
Jason Starling, ed., Adventures in Narrative Parsimony.
“Poor Alfred. He had to tell the whole thing. From the beginning. Again.”
J. Pinkerton, Captain Karl’s Bluff. (1935)
Analysis is destruction.
Gilbert Ravening, The Phantom of Mechanical Consistency.
The material world is a solid realm, for as long as it exists. But it only barely does exist, from one moment to the next.
Gilbert Ravening, The Phantom of Mechanical Consistency.
Something shone and glittered from a high limb. And up the wobbly old ladder went Dad Rawlings, until before him lay a small gold coin resting on the ragged bark. And two others alongside it, of silver. “This shouldn’t be,” he said, quite aloud.
Miles Bantry, ed., Mr. Roode’s Rustic Tales.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” whispered Mr. Tomlin. To himself.
Dickinson Holmes, The Book of Shoes.
“Now that is someone who really cared.”
“Who? Who cared, dear? Who really cared?”
“Dr. Sigmund Freud. That’s who.”
Adrian Caliban, The Magnificent Egglestons.
World: a pretext for having mass media.
Nathaniel Bumppo, The Final Word.
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