Friday, October 05, 2007

Piebald and Blue Cheese

This forsakenness is getting forsaken, a humming drone in the billiard of my ears. (And, might I add, the overuse of italics). What exists on the outside should stay on the outside. What happens on the inside should be left to its own devices. To all appearances (to the contrary) it seems coherent, but on second look it falls into a clotted mess, a blither of blunders and blab. The shamble leg man ate a piebald ham sandwich with Clott’s mustard on suet-fried bread. He ate with small delicate bites, nibbling the bread from the outside in, ham and Clott’s mustard forming a crust at the corners of his mouth. Italics: printed in or using letters that slope to the right. Italic letters are sometimes used in book titles or to show emphasis in text; handwritten in letters that slope to the right; a printed letter that slopes to the right, or a font that uses such letters (often used in the plural). Piebald: describes a horse whose coat has patches of two or more contrasting colors, especially black and white (pie·balds) plain (antonym).

(The shamble leg man ate piebald sandwiches and blue-cheese curds). This will amount to nothing, nothing whatsoever. Whatever it amounts to (whatever if anything whatsoever) it will surely amount to nothing worth amounting to. The alms man mounted a horse, but on a dare, so his mounting actually amounted to nothing, at the most very little. He imagined that he could imagine anything at all, anything that he put his imagination to. Knowing this (or imagining it) he put his imagination to work imagining so many things, so many imaginings, that he felt lightheaded and faintly. Faintly: not bright, clear, or loud; done feebly and without conviction; ‘damned the new book with faint praise’; to become unconscious, especially for a short time, because of a reduction in the flow of blood to the brain. Consciousness: the state of being awake and aware of what is going on around you; somebody's mind and thoughts; feelings of dizziness followed by loss of consciousness (in time this experience will fade from your consciousness).

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