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O god, it burns!
If you dare, pull up Inside This Book. Or don't, you'll be better off; its morass of swirling, turgid prose itself bedecked, with dependant clauses, which were recursive, bombastic, riddled with complexities themselves fraught with abecedarian faux pas so redolent with fault that the benighted, wayward, reader, overcome with revulsion, might find itself hastily perplexed, were abominable.
If you dare, pull up Inside This Book. Or don't, you'll be better off; its morass of swirling, turgid prose itself bedecked, with dependant clauses, which were recursive, bombastic, riddled with complexities themselves fraught with abecedarian faux pas so redolent with fault that the benighted, wayward, reader, overcome with revulsion, might find itself hastily perplexed, were abominable.
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Date: 2006-03-15 08:10 pm (UTC)ObAnecdote (possibly urban legend): The author of the novelization of Francis Ford Coppola's Bran Stoker's Dracula was sorely disappointed that he didn't get the gig for the follow-up. He really wanted to see the cover blurb: "Mary Shelley's Frankenstein! By the author of Bram Stoker's Dracula."
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Date: 2006-03-16 01:56 pm (UTC)On the anecdote, I find it amusingly telling that you need to specify Francis Ford Coppola's Bram Stoker's Dracula. The world of popular culture is a strange one.
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Date: 2006-03-17 12:14 am (UTC)OTOH, I do know of one instance where Alan permanently cut off a decades-long friendship with no warning, over something that most bystanders think to have been a pretty minor slight, so who knows?