water for elephants, the most recent work from canadian author sara gruen, features some of the most spectacular ligatures this reader has seen in some time: the tail on the capital 'Q' trails on not just under the subsequent 'u' but well into the next letter as well. spectacular! luxuriant! 5 stars!
o how the king of kings hath fallen; o how the lord of lords hath stooped low. what false messiah is this? what judas is he, as he betrayeth those who did once praise him? he of impeccable tailoring and sumptuous fabrics, I shall forgive him not his sartorial sins. it is but lucifer himself who could be possessed of such sloth, such a deadly sloth as to come before us in a polarfleece pullover.
dear visiting elective student,
it is a good thing you are not getting a peer evaluation from me, because in my book, asking if my shirt and cufflinks came as a set is grounds for failure.
his belly pleasantly full with sweet potato latkes, simon poured himself a cup of coffee and began his search for the hanukkah chocolate, which mila had evidently hidden:
"mila, it's okay if I eat some of the chocolate, right?"
mila never replied, so it seemed she had no objection to simon helping himself to a square or two of ghirardelli in celebration of the festival of lights. simon continued his search for the chocolate, hoping that he might also stumble upon some sufganiyot, or at the very least a krispy kreme.
p.s. mila please be quiet when you get home from the hospital as I will probably be in a deep, oil-induced slumber, and will not want to be disturbed.
mila reports that she did indeed water the tree, and with the appropriate dose of stagrow, no less. no details yet whether or not the orchid was gently misted
mila, I hope you remembered to water the christmas tree while I was gone. and lightly mist your orchid's roots. and you better have used some of that stagrow in the tree water.
p.s. there was no restrainedly decorated tree in the call room.
