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Every couple of years or so, when Daniel Clowes releases a new book, one can almost sense the rectal contraction across the collective seat of our humble profession.
Zealous in the commencement, careless in the end.
One of those librarians who rules the stacks with an intimidating scowl, whispers quiet sharply enough to lacerate the tender inner tissues of the ear, and will pursue an overdue-book fine with the ferocity of a rabid ferret.
And the day inevitably comes when the scrapbook of summer, smeared with ice cream slurps and sweat stains, gives way to that new clean white notebook, spine unbroken, begging to be smudged with the enthusiasm of a number two pencil and a mind open to the possibilities.
- Bucky dear, his wife warned, you're slurring your words. - Slurring is the cursive of speech, I observed.
Precision is, after all, not only a form of responsibility and a kind of pleasure, but an instrument of compassion. To be precise requires care, time, and attention to the person, place, or process being described.
The pencil is mightier than the pen.
Remember the stories you used to write? About that billionaire. You made fun of his fingers! Woo-hooo. 'Short-fingered vulgarian,' you called him.
Follow my finger." He moved it around, tracking my eye movements. "Any blurred vision?"
"Well I think I'm hallucinating, because I see a big talking pile of crap." - Joanne Baldwin.
An accomplished man to his fingertips.
My fingers positively itched to drift at length along their spines, to arrive at one whose lure I could not pass, to pluck it down, to inch it open, then to close my eyes and inhale the soul-sparking scent of old and literate dust.
Whoever was doing the crossword was halfway through
The word should be thinkering.
I'm bookbrained-the act of book obsession common in writers. Not to be confused with bookbrains, a delicacy for zombies when eating the former.
Reading is untidy, discursive and perpetually inviting.
you curdled clot of whores piss
What is another name for a Thesaurus?
Oftwhile balbulous, mithre ahead, with goodly trowel in grasp and ivoroiled overalls which he habitacularly fondseed ...
These people who are always briskly doing something and as busy as waltzing mice, they have little, sharp, staccato ideas, such as: "I see where I can make an annual cut of $3.47 in my meat budget." But they have no slow, big ideas.
Better pointed bullets than pointed words.
The idea is to get the pencil moving quickly.
Her toes were pure glass. Smooth, clear, shining glass. Glinting crescents of light edged each toenail and each crease between the joints of each digit. Seen through her toes, the silver spots on the bed sheet diffused into metallic vapours.
Lectio, quae placuit, decies repetita placebit.
(What we read with pleasure we can read many times with pleasure.)
A pencil is a wand and a weapon. Be careful. Protect yourself. It can be glorious.
Splendiferous. That's your word. It's yellow with six legs and it's crawling up your arm.
Jeeves."
"Sir?"
"Are you busy just now?"
"No, sir."
"I mean, not doing anything in particular?"
"No, sir. It is my practice at this hour to read some improving book; but, if you desire my services, this can easily be postponed, or, indeed, abandoned altogether.
Intent on her phone, reading, tapping, frowning in the contemporary manner.
Slurring is the cursive of speech...
Mouseburger: unpretty, unspecial, unformed.
She nibbles her pencil... She's human!
She was scrubbing furiously at a line of grease spots which led from the stove towards the door to the dining-room. That was where Henry had held the platter tilted as he carried the steak in yesterday. And yet if she had warned him once about that, she had a thousand times!
Pony eyed the pitcher of hot fudge sauce Nellie had placed on the table. "And if you pass that pitcher, I will reveal a nugget of information that will please you and instantly return me to your good goddess graces."
Nellie pushed the pitcher forward. "Spill. Not the fudge sauce. The info.
Shoveling food into his mouth. Thoughts came fluently, cogently:
The other day a young Internet surfer asked me why I preferred using a pencil instead of a computer. The principal reason, I told him, was that I liked chewing on the end of my pencil. A nasty habit, but it helps me concentrate. And I find it extremely difficult to chew on a computer.
I scan the room. Catherine is writing quickly, her light brown hair falling over her face. She is left-handed, and because she writes in pencil her left arm is silver from wrist to elbow.
What's the handle, Zock?
Dexter is modest, even self-effacing, and certainly aware of the limits of his considerable talent. But if there was a limit to what I could discover on the computer, I had not found it yet. I sat back down and went to work.
do a typing and shorthand
I always have a pad of paper and a pencil within reach, to catch on the wing this turn of phrase which strikes me as felicitous, that idea which I hope to be able to examine more closely in the light of day.
There is no temper more unpropitious to interest than desultory application and unlimited inquiry, by which the desires are held in a perpetual equipoise, and the mind fluctuates between different purposes without determination.
The sound of his pencil scratching against paper is as methodical and precise as the ticking of the clock in the corner.
My imagination would never have served me as it has, but for the habit of commonplace, humble, patient, daily, toiling, drudging attention
Eric moved the broom experimentally and made an attempt to sweep the glass into the pan while it lay in the middle of the floor. Of course, the pan slid away. Eric scowled.
I'd finally found something Eric did poorly.
Pusillanimous. Talisman.
(In the computer era we have returned to the custom of scrolling through texts, but we now scroll up and down, rather than right to left as the Romans did.)
this word needs to be reworded ==========
I think best with a pencil in my hand.
In order to continue to do interesting work, you need to be ... proceeding.
For I aint, you must know,' said Betty, 'much of a hand at reading writing-hand, though I can read my Bible and most print. And I do love a newspaper. You mightn't think it, but Sloppy is a beautiful reader of a newspaper. He do the Police in different voices.
Click, clack, click, clack, went their conversation, like so many knitting-needles, purl, plain, purl, plain, achieving a complex pattern of references, cross-references, Christian names, nicknames, and fleeting allusions.
Work your fingers to the bone and what do you get? Boney fingers.
Is your leg asleep again?" Troy said. "I'm worried about your circulation."
"It's fine," Elena said, stamping her foot.
She'd only been sitting for two hours, but she was so bored she could hardly stand it. She could literally hardly stand; even her blood vessels were bored.
Curation is a form of pattern recognition - pieces of information or insight which over time amount to an implicit point of view.
Learning to decipher words had only added to the pleasures of holding spines and turning pages, measuring the journey to the end with a thumb-riffle, poring over frontispieces. Books! Opening with a crackle of old glue, releasing perfume; closing with a solid thump.
Want to copy my stellar notes?" Cooper asked, scooting his desk closer.
Glancing at his notes, I shrugged. "You do have very nice penmanship. Dainty even."
"Bitch."
"Jackass."
"Gorgeous."
"Stud."
"You have no idea.
This town of Sheffield is very populous and large, the streets narrow, and the houses dark and black, occasioned by the continued smoke of the forges, which are always at work: Here they make all sorts of cutlery-ware, but especially that of edged-tools, knives, razors, axes, &. and nails
What are you two doing in here?" Mike Iglehart wore an eye-blistering white lab coat and a surly expression. "This isn't some teenage make-out room."
My face flushed scarlet. "Excuse me?"
"We were using the computer!" Ben barked. "That's it.
MOUSE, n. An animal which strews its path with fainting women.
It has always been my practice to cast a long paragraph in a single mould, to try it by my ear, to deposit it in my memory, but to suspend the action of the pen till I had given the last polish to my work.
Before you use a fancy word, make room for it.
Sophisticated ignorance, write my curses in cursive.
[Telzey] took out a pocket edition law library and sat down at the table.
She clicked on the library's viewscreen, tapped the clearing and index buttons. Behind the screen, one of the multiple rows of pinhead tapes shifted slightly as the index was flicked into reading position.
The impulse to write things down is a peculiarly compulsive one, inexplicable to those who do not share it, useful only accidentally, only secondarily, in the way that any compulsion tries to justify itself.
I'm a compulsive everything.
A mouse has the precision that your finger can't approach.
What kind of human person has a favorite eraser?
Like a cat that crawls onto the page when you're trying to read.
My table is now brightly, now dimly lighted. Its temperature varies. It may receive an ink stain. One of its legs may be broken. It may be repaired, polished, and replaced part by part. But, for me, it remains the table at which I daily write.
I typed in a single word: Vampre. Google asked, 'Did you mean vampire?' I said, 'Yes.
will scour the Internet nightly for mentions of any keywords you
- to wit, 'the sweat of the brow.
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
I'm a vocabulary nerd.
LAST, n. A shoemaker's implement, named by a frowning Providence as opportunity to the maker of puns.
Steering between the Scylla of too much and the Charybdis of not-enough, he'd worked hard to project a retiring asexuality. As far as his coworkers knew, he lived with only his books for company. Still, he relished her name in his mouth. "Regan.
To a database person, every nail looks like a thumb. Or something like that.
Keeping order is a crutch for those who are too lazy to search for things ... )
When I have a particular case in hand, I have that motive and feel an interest in the case, feel an interest in ferreting out the questions to the bottom, love to dig up the question by the roots and hold it up and dry it before the fires of the mind.
Ballycumber (ba-li-KUM-ber) n.
One of the six half-read books lying somewhere in your bed.
See everything; turn a blind eye to much; correct a little.
Taffeta phrases, silken terms precise,
Three-piled hyperboles, spruce affection,
Figures pedantical
these summer flies
Have blown me full of maggot ostentation.
We now demand the light artillery of the intellect; we need the curt, the condensed, the pointed, the readily diffused
in place of the verbose, the detailed, the voluminous, the inaccessible.
I found Uriah reading a great fat book, with such demonstrative attention, that his lank forefinger followed up every line as he read, and made clammy tracks along the page (or so I fully believed) like a snail.
twirling in his fingers the mummy of a cigar,
Her fingers walk the tightropes of sentences;
Busy hands and idle minds have knitted many a sweater; Busy minds and idle hands have knitted many a brow.
Goodness, Mr. Cellini, I've not time to answer all these questions. I've got to get on.'
With what? She seldom did anything but read, as far as he knew. She must have read thousands of books, she was always at it.
Dr. Wintermute beheld Mrs. Pinchbeck befeathered, beribboned, crinolined, corseted, frizzled, and festooned, though not wasted.
There is a book waiting for him upon the library table; his eyes fancy they still follow its lines of type, his head still runs upon its argument, his fingers itch to take it up again.
Even the worst thing has two good verso-sides.
Be brief, be pointed, let your matter standLucid in order, solid and at hand;Spend not your words on trifles but condense;Strike with the mass of thought, not drops of sense;Press to close with vigor, once begun,And leave, (how hard the task!) leave off, when done.
A reading appetite is quirky, singular, and essential
Sightseeing, an activity that delights the truly idle because it seems so much like scholarship, gawping and eavesdropping on antiquity, flattering oneself with the notion that one is discovering the past when really one is inventing it, using a guidebook as a scenario of swift notations.
A light white, a disgras, an ink spot, a rosy charm.
There seemed no motion, no rhythm, in all the world, but that which I had set up, between her legs, with one wet fingertip.
This is the type of arrant pedantry up with which I will not put.
In order to walk the path of the edge of the penknife the patience of the Saint Job is needed. In order to walk the path of the edge of the penknife the tenacity of the well tempered steel is needed.
Drunk on research, exhilarated by arcane details
crawled like a blind slug into the
web
Resolute, adj. Obstinate in a course that we approve.