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In the letterbox tonight was Stanley Fish’s How to Write a Sentence and How to Read One, which compels me to revisit my favourite sentence ever (is this even possible?), from Herman Melville’s Moby Dick:  “Yet Dives himself, he too lives like a Czar in an ice palace made of frozen sighs, and being a president of a temperance society, he only drinks the tepid tears of orphans.”

Holy shit! It’s so good!

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  1. *e* says:

    “They pushed his hands down and hit his jaw and blood and petals flew from his mouth…”

    (from Salvador Plascencia’s The People of Paper)

    It’s so simple, and I don’t know why it affected me so, but I always remember this line. The image of blood and petals, slow-moving as I imagine them, haunts me – with a beautiful way.
    xo

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