Thursday, September 8, 2011

Quote of the Day

"As for what launched the newfound affection between Rudy and his complicated father, credit must be spread around. Some acknowledgment is due a dumb dog who ate her own poo, as well as that long-ago single-sex glee club at Deerfield, where Zajac first got the mistaken idea he could sing. (After the spontaneous opening verse of "I Am Medea," both father and son would compose many more verses, all of them too childishly scatalogical to record here.) And there were also, of course, the stove-timer game and E. B. White."

From The Fourth Hand by John Irving. So quotable, quirky, moving, and laden with semi-colons, my own favourite punctuation.

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