Tag Archives: Terry Southern

2016/04/17 #SundaySentence

IN AN AGE GONE STALE through the complex of bureaucratic interdependencies, with its tedious labyrinth of technical specializations, each contingent upon the next, and all aimed to converge into a single totality of meaning, it is a refreshing moment indeed when one comes across an area of human endeavour absolutely sufficient unto itself, pure and free, no strings attached – the cherished and almost forgotten l’art pour l’art. from  Twirling at Ole Miss  by Terry Southern (in the short story collection Red-Dirt Marijuana) – original publication date 1967. Sunday Sentence: The sentence(s) that touched me this week, out of context and without commentary. Inspired by David Abrams at The Quivering Pen.

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2016/01/3 #SundaySentence

They faced each other squarely for a moment, but the nameless, impersonal rage and hatred in Vince’s face was so overpowering that Nick turned away, muttering something, and sat down again, crumpling the defiled page and throwing it aside. from  You Gotta Leave Your Mark  by Terry Southern (in the short story collection Red-Dirt Marijuana) Sunday Sentence: The sentence(s) that touched me this week, out of context and without commentary. Inspired by David Abrams at The Quivering Pen.

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