Wednesday, April 18, 2007

I've started so I'll finish

With Friday's deadline looming, I've finally put The Unquiet Grave to bed.

The true function of a writer is to produce a masterpiece and no other task is of any consequence

... asserteth Palinurus.

For my review, you must imagine my lips pursed in a fleeting moue, as my left eyebrow arches a quizzical but elegant millimetre.

As Sainte-Beuve would have it:

In most men there is a dead poet whom the man survives.

Oh really?

No, O'Reilly.

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