When you type ‘storng’ instead of ‘strong’, that is a type of graphical error, or as the Irish say, a typographical error.
Ned Kelly did have a special fondness for lizard livers with kangaroo sauce.
You howl at the fat round moon. Your gold glow eyes shine. You lower your head, scan the valley below. The window of the distant cabin winks a yellow flicker of candlelight. You set off loping easily across the snow. Approaching the cabin, you pause, listen, and crouch low, resting your muzzle on a streaked patch of ice. Satisfied, you advance, slinking, the hair on your neck rising in anticipation of gash and blood. You bare your teeth, but you do not growl. You arrive below the window. You stand on your hind legs and look in.
There she is. You die.
We found the kangaroos awaiting us in the shade of an old river gum they watched us approach not knowing the part we would play in their history.
One of the multitude of melodious run-on sentences from Carey’s Booker Prize winning The History of the Kelly Gang.
Loon: With us today for the 3 Question Interview is none other than the ghost of Thomas Alvin Edison, the famous inventor. Mr. Edison, was it hard to invent stuff?
Edison’s ghost: My middle name is Alva, not Alvin, and inventing ‘stuff’, as you say, was no easy task.
Loon: Alva? Really? Sounds more like a skin lotion than a name. But never mind. Second question. Did you ever meet Jack Dempsey?
Edison’s ghost: What that has to do with anything at all I’d like to know. Did I meet him? Yes.
Loon: Ah, now we’re getting somewhere. Final question. Did Jack Dempsey offer a firm handshake when he met you or a surprisingly weak one?
Edison’s ghost: He damn near broke every bone in my hand.
Loon (smiling confidently): Thank you, Mr. Edison, inventor of many things, not one of which I am at liberty to name, owing to the fact that I don’t know for sure what sorts of things you invented.
(The ghost of Edison has already left the premises.)
Cockroaches came to tremble in fear at the tap tap tap approach of Ruby.