This is a new one.
This is a new one, I hadn't realized that Neanderthals even had the "ology."
the -ology.
This is disgusting!
I'm a simpleton (idiot), or maybe not, but I am never (I've never been more not "Nevermore" )... insincere!
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[To the tune of Greensleeves, I could just as well sing "Heartsleeves,".]
Here is where it happened:
Mercifully this has been the road into the Laboratory Labyrinth:
The Monstrous Mental Moonshine-Illness Minotaur.
“Most writers—e. a., poets in especial—prefer having it understood
that they compose by a species of fine frenzy—an ecstatic intuition—and would
positively shudder at letting the public take a peep behind the scenes, at the
elaborate and vacillating crudities of thought—at the true purposes seized only
at the last moment—at the innumerable glimpses of idea that arrived not at the
maturity of full view—at the fully-matured fancies discarded in despair as
unmanageable—at the cautious selections and rejections—at the painful erasures
and interpolations,—in a word, at the wheels and pinions, the tackle for
scene-shifting, the step-ladders and demon-traps,
the cock's feathers, the red paint, and the black patches, which, in ninety-nine cases out of the hundred,
constitute the properties of the literary histrio.”
I would sooner listen to the Sirenes than that Bird!
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