Who gives a fuck about an Oxford comma?
Those passages of books that hit hard.
Who gives a fuck about an Oxford comma?
Swelter is in his best uniform, a habit of exceptional splendour, the high cap and tunic being of virgin silk. Doubling his body he opens the door the merest fraction of an inch and applies his eye to the fissure. As he bends, the shimmering folds of the silk about his belly hiss and whisper like the voice of far and sinister waters or like some va... See more
Damn, Mervyn Peake could write…
A large, pale moth fluted around the room and alighted on the rim of the lampshade, imprinting its shadow on the wall. I reached over to flick it away, but my hand was stayed by a voice in my head. The souls of the people we once loved, come to watch over us.
The House Of Doors, Tan Twan Eng
The Book Thief, Markus Zusak.
'In my experience,' he told me, 'if you run away from a thing just because you don't like it, you don't like what you find either. Now, running to a thing, that's a different matter,
John Wyndham - The Chrysalids
Some Notes Concerning Technique
Long have I thought that I should write a book on technique, as I have learned much over the years that may aid others in their or-chards. For now; I will simply state, for the record, my position on some of the great debates of our profession.
Pruning should be done in moderation. There are those who would remove cros... See more
Long have I thought that I should write a book on technique, as I have learned much over the years that may aid others in their or-chards. For now; I will simply state, for the record, my position on some of the great debates of our profession.
Pruning should be done in moderation. There are those who would remove cros... See more
North Woods - Daniel Mason
Vampire Weekend - Oxford Comma
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David Sedaris 🥰
“Early the following morning, for the first time in years, I tipped into my coffee a heaped spoon of sugar. I watched the confined, nut-brown disc of fluid turn then slow in its clockwise motion, then lose all purpose in a chaotic swell. Tempting, but I resisted a metaphor for my own existence.”
Machines Like Me, Ian McEwan
‘The whispering tree,’ I murmured. How strange, that with just a few words something which I had always found unattractive was now transformed into a thing of beauty.
The House of Doors, Tan Tan Eng.