I saw a long line of people today, in the hot sun. They were willingly assembled, and of course I do not begrudge them their choice to wait in line, but it baffled me utterly, as if I saw a great crowd of people lining up to be embezzled.
It's pleasantly folksy-sounding, but not so folksy it becomes off-putting or makes you sound inauthentic. Like how you sometimes seem inauthentic when you're talking to someone with a Southern accent and then you start talking with a Southern accent.
ONCE AGAIN YOU FUCK FOR NOTHING, PHLEGYAS
said Virgil. YOU DON'T HAVE DICK. BUT YOU WILL HAVE TO CARRY US ACROSS THIS GODAWFUL POND
Poor guy looked like he'd just lost a timeshare.
That old Wilde line from Dorian Gray applies, I think, just as much to "See You Tonight" as it does to cigarettes: "It is the perfect type of a perfect pleasure. It is exquisite, and it leaves one unsatisfied. What more can one want?"
Someone who once wronged you has fallen ill! Not an open enemy, perhaps; it may be that you are the only soul in the world who knows the offense they committed against you. These are the early hours of the first flush of triumph, and you must keep your wits and your blood about you!