Commas in The New Yorker fall with the precision of knives in a circus act, outlining the victim.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I have been fighting over commas all my life.
To me, part of the beauty of a comma is that it offers a rest, like one in music: a break that gives the whole piece of music greater shape, deeper harmony. It allows us to catch our breath.
If you compulsively pun you are called a paronomasiac.
New York is traditional New York, you know what I'm saying? It's the stomping ground of the hustlers and go-getters.
New Yorkers must be able to trust the men and women of the NYPD. They must come forward to report crimes. And they must come forward as witnesses.
Sometimes with 'The New Yorker,' they have grammar rules that just don't feel right in my mouth.
The more traumatic events you endure with the city, the more of a New Yorker you become.
Under a death penalty statute that is going to stand up to constitutional muster, you look at the aggravating circumstances and the mitigating circumstances.
The crime problem in New York is getting really serious. The other day the Statue of Liberty had both hands up.
The knife of corruption endangered the life of New York City. The scalpel of the law is making us well again.