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Every writer, whether he wishes to admit it or nor, occasionally commits a turn of phase that seems to him so perfect that he just has to stand back and admire it. I came up with one of my personal such favorites more than thirty years ago in a letter describing a particularly obstreperous fellow worker: “He’s such a flaming asshole that he can’t ( Read more... )