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There was a man standing in the corner of the dayroom shouting, declaring to a young frightened girl she was a complete, not partial, pair of buttocks. The distinction of partial and complete were equally nonsensical. “You’re an asshole…a total, complete and utter asshole” he said. Not ‘you have an asshole’, or ‘you are sitting…
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i have discovered i like to pace. Not fast, not maniacal, not the type when your feet beat out, no hang on whisk, nice word whisk, out a response to some inner turmoil; i had thought whirl but whirl leads to dervish and i’m not sure dervishly is even a word. And that is too…
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It was official. It had finally dawned on a member of the medical profession that he was far more ill than any predecessor had considered; or indeed had been able to discover. Solomon nodded, and agreed he did feel very sick, very sick. The doctor explained it was his yellow eyeballs that had aroused his…
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Far From The Madding Crowd 