September 2008
5 posts
Thank God for Ashley Judd.
(via KSR)
Or Never Write Anything Like This...
“On the other hand, accompaniment by an etude or a cacophony of voices can become as significant for work as the perceptible silence of the night. If the latter sharpens the inner ear, the former acts as a touchstone for a diction ample enough to bury even the most wayward sounds.”
When pretense sleeps with a thesaurus, this is the sort of offspring you get. Awful. This almost...
… and had chest hair in which one could lose a telephone…
– Profiles: Why Me?: Reporting & Essays: The New Yorker