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'Aren't you the cutest?' He smiled and reached out a hand. It was met with a purr. And claws.
'Decide,' he said,' do you hate me or like me?'
Nonsense is glorious. Without it where would we be? We'd not have surrealism, or Hilaire Belloc or Alice in Wonderland. Forget always making sense – do a bit of non-sense for a while.
'Is this an efficient use of resources?' she asks.
No, I want to say. It's only a nice use.
But instead I actually say, 'Increased happiness makes them all more efficient.'
She looks at me as if I'm mad.
'There's nowhere on the form for "nice", only for "efficient".
Well, that ends that discussion.
He knew what he was – the last senator. As Rome slithered further and further from her days of glory so did the Senate. Now was the end. The last senator stood up, bowed to the gods and ancestors and left the chamber.
Everyone has shells. I don't mean the ones on your mantelpiece but the ones we wear to keep the world off our backs. The one called Questions I Will Not Answer, or the one called Things I Won't Do.
The old vinyl record was sleeved with a photo of the band on the front. Looking at it reminded her of all those wonderful concerts. It felt like only a short while ago but in fact was over half a century.
To be homeless must be horrible. I've never experienced it or been threatened with it, so I can only use my imagination. But that doesn't help the homeless. They need bricks and mortar and security.
He always preferred the oblique to the straightforward and obvious. Sometimes it was impossible to understand what he was talking about. And it was always impossible to fathom his true motives.
The loom clacked in the background. It seemed to her that it had always done so – all her life. As if it wove her life. The pattern of cloth that grew lacked variety or beauty; she hated it.
Ensue is not a word I've ever used. I prefer follow, or result. Yeah! Result is good, definite, strong. Ensue is sort of hesitant.
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