I Prefer My Oysters Fried; That Way

Perhaps The Truth Is That Heavy Literature Blooms In Extremes Of Temperature.

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.

Twiddle-twiddle Away At My Softly Clicky Keyboard For A While, Making Twiddly Adjustments All Along- And Then Print What I Have Twiddled. Glare At The Printout And Snarl And Curse And Scribble Almost Illegibly All Over It With A Ballpoint Pen. Go Back To The Machine And Enter The Scribbles. Repeat This Procedure Until I Hate The Very Meaning Of Every Word I Know.

I Studied French In High School And German In College And I Once Took A 24-hour Italian Crash Course. English Has By Far The Most Words In It Of Any Other Language. Our Money Might Not Be Worth Anything Anymore, But The Language Is.

Mozart Combined High Formality And Playfulness That Delights As No Other Composition In Any Other Medium Does.