If you ever managed to make me cry, my tears would sear your face. This from the impassively harrowing 975 page fictional WWII memoir of an SS officer.
To keep a watch, especially a watch on the bridge was torture: the first shock of that bitter wind seared the lungs, left a man fighting for breath: if he had forgotten to don gloves – first the silk gloves, then the woollen mittens, then the sheepskin gauntlets – and touched a handrail, the palms […]
Where is my brother? Simple, but a stunner owing all to its placement in Homer & Langley
If you’re awaiting an event with bated breath, you’re scarcely breathing. Your breath is restrained. If you’re awaiting an event with baited breath, you’ve been eating garlic.
The swells looked tired as they crested and fell apart on the beach, and gathered themselves and withdrew slowly, and got upright and fell toward the beach again. Guy takes Raymond Chandler’s unfinished Poodle Springs to as good a conclusion as you’ll find anywhere in the sunny seams of L.A.
And so I step up, into the darkness within; or else the light. This baby is chock full o’ nifty handmade handmaid sentences.
The man who speaks of JEN-yoo-ine Instead of JEN-yoo-in Began a letter home, “Dear Kine’: He had in mind “Dear Kin.” Who? A humorous grammar guy. Trust me.
I wear English Leather Cologne which keeps me smelling very attractive at all times. Too bad he couldn’t hang out longer before taking his jesting to infinity.
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