Tuesday, January 20, 2009
As I Wrote About Thurber
As I wrote about Thurber, my eyesight weakened. As I wrote about Ross, my ten year-old ulcer reared its head. As I wrote about Winney, I fell into financial disarray. As I wrote about White, my style improved. As I wrote about Woollcott, my waistline increased. As I wrote about Gibbs, I began to sound like Gibbs.
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