Sometimes a mrmee is…well…just a mrmee.
They tell me that when she played in the big movie of the Bible she stole the show from the Creation.
Grammar is a piano I play by ear, since I seem to have been out of school the year the rules were mentioned.
You can disguise its qualifiers and tentative subjunctives, with ellipses and evasions—with the whole manner of intimating rather than claiming, of alluding rather than stating—but there’s no getting around the fact that setting words on paper is the tactic of a secret bully, an invasion, an imposition of the writer’s sensibility on the reader’s most private space.
What fools we were, to take our basic abilities for granted! How wonderful life was, back when we still knew how to drive cars, button shirts, call for takeout, paint a series of watercolors depicting various views of our summer house, find our damn summer house in the first place.
I considered him just right for a postage stamp honoring the great cemeteries of Canada.