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In the writing game, everybody has to have an irk. Am I being fastidious or merely fussy in my irk...
In the writing game, everybody has to have an irk. Am I being fastidious or merely fussy in my irk...
"His commitment to terroir," wrote Jonathan Yardley in The Washington Post, "is deep and ardent." He was reviewing a book...
Some months ago The New York Times expressed an unusually astute editorial opinion.
Old wives have a lot to answer for. Such as that opening sentence.
The gnomes at Merriam-Webster define "serendipity" as "the faculty or phenomenon of finding valuable or agreeable things not sought for."...
Bobby Fischer, the Chicago-born chess master, died in Iceland three weeks ago. The New York Times informed its readers: “The death...
"She’s fat!" said Jiggs. "No," said Maggie, "she’s only pleasingly plump." With that, the two logophiles settled down to a lovely...
A hundred curious readers have written to ask the same probing question: Is a worn sleeve raveled or unraveled?
A writer for The Washington Post was commenting on the famous Glass House of architect Philip Johnson: "Even at the...
Here is a thought for today: Half the people in the world make mountains out of molehills. The other half...
