May 2010
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Henry was six years old the year his mother started working, her having been a homemaker up until then. Wartime saw many young women take jobs in factories and businesses and his mother was the first woman in their family to seek gainful employment. Henry was to be babysat by Eleanor, a widow who lived in their tenement building. She was one of the few people Henry’s mother knew and...
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Censorship has only negative consequences and one of them is that it makes otherwise intelligent adults look like they’re too stupid to use language effectively and correctly, particularly when euphemisms act as a forced substitute for swear words.
In 1948, the publishers of The Naked And The Dead convinced Norman Mailer to use the word “fug” as a euphemism for a more obvious...
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I missed you. Until now, we haven’t met but I’ve known you for years. You were there with me when I dared to imagine how sweet and gentle a woman could be, the purity and healing abilities of your very image and how your beauty, perfect in its imperfections and not an iota separating what you are from what I might ask of you, could be just enough to make me believe again in all the...
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Disguising your words as an olive branch does not change the fact that you wield them like a cudgel.
If this was revenge, you got it. I feel ready to die now.
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It had been eleven long years since she had abandoned him. She was his fiancee once but only for a year, one very short year out of thirty-nine. So much time had passed since then and so little of it truly spent. During the interim, he had found his first gray hair, his first paunch and his first wrinkles. He knew then that he had always been alone, or rather, that his time NOT alone could...
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His heart pounded against his chest, a hot, violent rhythm that bade him to move faster and faster. His mind raced with notions of what might have transpired since last they parted. If the cops had found her already, she would have told them everything and told them quick. She had nothing to gain by protecting him and everything to lose by covering his trail. If the man whose money was in the...
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I dreamt of you, just as you were when the early morning sunlight poured into our room and you broke our nightlong embrace to get up and get a drink of water. As soon as you left the bed, I immediately missed your warmth and wanted you back but I loved the sight of you gliding around the room, nude and ideal, your slight frame boasting your perfect feminine curves and my heart aching to hold you...
my mom is the picture of humility
She is almost definitely the most selfless and giving person I know and she has made every conceivable sacrifice for me in her life. Telling her that she means a lot to me and that I’m grateful for her on Mother’s Day doesn’t seem like enough but she won’t really even let me compliment her because she is too modest to be proud.
She sent a reply e-mail that said:
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I love the quiet, beautiful words whispered between lovers. There is something sacred about the words that only exist for one other person’s ears, never to be shared with anyone else. The digital era has given us mechanisms through which we may capture, broadcast to the entire planet and archive every thought that enters our head and while I appreciate aspects of mass-communication...
“Now I’m being honest with you, telling you all that, and I don’t...”
– Agamemnon, describing Dwight McCarthy to the police in Frank Miller’s A Dame To Kill For