Commas in The New Yorker fall with the precision of knives in a circus act, outlining the victim.
From E. B. White
I have yet to see a piece of writing, political or non-political, that doesn't have a slant. All writing slants the way a writer leans, and no man is born perpendicular, although many men are born upright.
There is nothing more likely to start disagreement among people or countries than an agreement.
Democracy is the recurrent suspicion that more than half of the people are right more than half of the time.
To perceive Christmas through its wrappings becomes more difficult with every year.
The critic leaves at curtain fall To find, in starting to review it, He scarcely saw the play at all For starting to review it.
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