Efficiency is a false god.
If you want to write worse than the average undergraduate male, consider philosophy.
Marian devotion remains stubbornly enduring.
Her breasts are too good for the local market.
This is what we all need now: a deep belly-laugh.
Our dwelling place is the state not of nature but of culture.
He was looking at me with what appeared to be some degree of disbelief.
But, as Shakespeare wrote, we sometimes “by indirections find directions out.”
Perhaps the tension will be useful when it comes time to make something of what is. Just be sure you make it in a place called home.
We’re like small-mouth bass, and we’ve swallowed the technological treble hook.