The good news: I am eight sentences away from finally finishing ULYSSES.
The bad news: the first sentence contains 2,500 words. And that's the short one.
Oh, and no punctuation within those sentences.
My teachers always rebuked me for run-on sentences.
I now imagine myself being confronted by Miss Peterson.
“That is a run on sentence,” she would accuse, stabbing a finger at my paper.
“Well, read this!” I would rejoin, stabbing a finger at episode eighteen.
Then the other kids and I would go out and play. We would return a day and half later, to find her just finishing the sentence.
“Well,” she would say, somewhat ruffled. “When you are as famous as James Joyce, I will give you a better grade!”
And I would take my paper back, secure in the knowledge that a day and a half on the playground was worth the B minus.
Just my thoughts,
Sean
2 comments:
Who is Miss Peterson?
Was it Peters? 6th grade, hand through the hair, "Now, people!" Duct taped Ziegler to a garbage can. Blanking on her name...
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