Novels, by which the reader is misled into another sort of pieasure opposite to that which is designed in an epick poem.

He only can create the greatest imaginable beauty who has endured all imaginable pangs, for only when we have seen and foreseen what we dread shall we be rewarded by that dazzling, unforeseen, wing-footed wanderer.

She was so hyphy outside the club Saturday night, she nearly punched a cop!

In a light white dress that I think was waffled cotton, or possibly a very light pastel blue. The color occurs to me when I look at the photo, unembodied, floating alongside of it. It's in black and white. Probably snapped before color […]