...being written by someone who might not quite understand the subconscious nuance of the character leaves us in varying degrees of flatness.

Ordinary adults don't like children to speak of things that are denied them by their own gray minds.

Palindrome as well. My sister's name is Hannah. Father liked word games. He was fourteen times World Scrabble Champion. When he died, we buried him at Queenzieburn to make use of the triple word score.

The Kingdom of Hereford was unique in the Ununited Kingdoms for having driving tests based on maturity, not age, much to the chagrin of a lot of males, some of whom were still failing to make the grade at thirty-two.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, O’er a plan to venge myself upon that cursed Thursday Next- This Eyre affair, so surprising, gives my soul such loath despising, Here I plot my temper rising, rising from my jail of text. “Get me out!” I said, advising, “Pluck me from this jail of text- or I swear I’ll wring your neck!

He was, after all, the ultimate rebel -- it takes a lot of cojones to stand up to Zeus.

Humpty had always sat on walls, it was his way.