mainsqueeze's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- three hour drive Last night, on the phone, Jack said this: "Well, you know why he's like that, right?" (discussing our mutual distaste for Dickens' wordiness) I say, no, no I don't. "A lot of Dickens' work was written for magazines, and the magazines paid by the word, so... yeah." At this point I drew a happy sigh, not only because Jack knows things like that, but because immediately afterward, he muttered somthing like "goddamned verbose blah blah" under his breath. He also told somebody to go fuck themself in lieu of wishing them a merry Christmas. 7:24 a.m. - 2002-12-23 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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