‘Moe, I don’t care how many of them damn degrees you got, they ain’t never learned you to hit the curve.’ Buck Crouse, Chicago White Sox catcher in 1927 to teammate Moe Berg.
‘I followed her to say I ain’t beholden for none of her fast eye like she gave me back yonder.’ I’m particular partial to ‘fast eye’ in this here sentence. Thankee, Ms. O’Connor.
I studied your Dad’s books and loved your Mom’s books about Ishi.
His unconscious was rapidly becoming a well-stoked pantheon of tutelary phobias and obsessions homing in to his already over-burdened psyche like lost telepaths. J.G. Ballard renders one of the highfalutin sentences in his quite strangely good The Drowned World.
Loon: The 3 Question Interview today is with this old time author dressed in woodsman’s togs, Mr. James Fenimore Cooper. Mr. Cooper, I am told you wrote exciting books. Is this true? Cooper’s ghost: ‘Pears as how that just might be so. Loon: Are you speaking as yourself now or as your famous character, whatever […]
“Move!” bawled the drill corporal. And so our trusty vet takes the plunge into WWII while taking many a trip down memory lane.
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5 of 5 stars to The Great Train Robbery by Michael Crichton goodreads.com/review/show/55…
