The Local Groceries Are All Out Of

English Is An Outrageous Tangle Of Those Derivations And Other Multifarious Linguistic Influences, From Yiddish To Shoshone, Which Has Grown Up Around A Gnarly Core Of Chewy, Clangorous Yawps Derived From Ancestors Who Painted Themselves Blue To Frighten Their Enemies.

A Good Heavy Book Holds You Down. It's An Anchor That Keeps You From Getting Up And Having Another Gin And Tonic.

A Dog Will Make Eye Contact. A Cat Will, Too, But A Cat's Eyes Don't Even Look Entirely Warm-blooded To Me, Whereas A Dog's Eyes Look Human Except Less Guarded. A Dog Will Look At You As If To Say, "what Do You Want Me To Do For You? I'll Do Anything For You." Whether A Dog Can In Fact, Do Anything For You If You Don't Have Sheep (i Never Have) Is Another Matter. The Dog Is Willing.

Pete Rose Is Too Rich A Character To Fit On A Bronze Plaque. He Requires A Good, Trenchant, Poignant (ah, Petey) Book, And This Is It.

Certainly People Have Said A Lot Of Deeply Unfortunate And Stupid Things In Southern Accents, But That Doesn't Mean There's Anything Wrong With The Accent Itself.