Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Here's Mud in Your Perspicacity

Please hit me over the head with my thesaurus if I ever write a sentence like this one:

"Where Is My Love?" sounds like something from a Disney production of Robert Bresson's Mouchette, Marshall's naive piano heartbreakingly augmented by a perspicacious string section that synesthetically serves the dramatic function of a Greek chorus.

(Curt Cloninger, "Prozac Nation Goes Honky Tonk," Paste, p. 92, February/March 06)

3 Comments:

Anonymous Amy said...

and you won't get mad?

5:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Well, at least he'd have to be sitting down for you to reach his head, so one could whack 'im and then get a good running lead...

8:15 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Well, at least he'd have to be sitting down for you to reach his head, so one could whack 'im and then get a good running lead...

8:16 AM  

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