Essentially your truest poetic sentence is as free and lawless as a lamb's bleat. I should not talk so much about myself if there were anybody else whom I knew as well. You must not blame me if I do talk to the clouds. To a philosopher all news, as it is called, is gossip, and they who edit it and read it are old women over their tea. We seem but to linger in manhood to tell the dreams of our childhood, and they vanish out of memory ere we learn the language.
Rats desert a sinking ship.
Thats infest a sinking magazine. James Thurber, Memo to The New Yorker concerning a question from an English pro From one casual of mine he picked this sentence. After dinner, the men moved into the living room. I explained to the professor that this was Ross's way of giving the men time to push back their chairs and stand up. There must, as we know, be a comma after every move, made by men, on this earth.