Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Opening Sentence, Continued

Still working on the opening sentence here, please bear with me:

A screaming comes across the studio.

It was a bright, cold day in April, and the muezzin was sounding the call to prayer.

The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human blackboard to correlate all its contents.

Who is Cleon Skousen?

All Progressivism is divided into three parts, one of which the East Coast Elites
inhabit, the Loony Left-Coasters another, those who in their own language are
called Brothers, in ours Thugs, the third.


  1. It was a dark and stormy administration; Constitutional virtues fell in torrents — except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent surge of faux-populist saber rattling which swept up the Wall Street (for it is in America that our scene lies), rattling the Markets, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the Freedom that struggled against the darkness.

  2. Nicely done- this is what I want out of this project. MOAR fonnies plz!