“Seventy-Five thousand homes were destroyed.”
Perfect.
“Every entry after that was the same way.”
Yes.
“And anyone?” I ask after a moment.
Oh, okay.
“Over the centuries, wine has been drunk out of a variety of glasses, ranging from heavy beakers to delicate crystal flutes.”
I don’t drink, so I can only assume this is a metaphor. …No, I still don’t know what this means.
” ‘But this one was walking, I tell you; and there ain’t no elm tree on the North Moors.’ “
welp.
“So well intended, and yet so insulting,”
Lol wut.
“Well, I’m sure you left it somewhere,” said Winnie-The-Pooh.
Oh human jegus
“Old rules have been thrown to the wind, and genres are now mixed with wild abandon.”
- How Not to Write a Novel
