Just now I can feel that little quivering of the pen which has always foreshadowed the happy delivery of a good book. --Emile Zola
Sunday, July 13, 2014
Sunday Sentence: Bicentennial by Dan Chiasson
Simply put, the best sentence(s) I’ve read this past week, presented out of context and without commentary.
In high school we had parties in the woods
In the winter, and we rode snowmobiles
Higher and higher until we were high enough
Nobody could see any sign of our fire.
If there was a girl you liked, you sort of
Nuzzled up beside her, if that was her,
If that was even a girl. It was hard to tell
In the dark, in our gigantic parkas,
Who was who. You had to make a guess
Based on factors extremely difficult to discern
In the wind, by a sputtering fire, and
Sometimes you cuddled the hockey captain.
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