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There’s a helluva distance between wise-cracking and wit. Wit has truth in it; wise-cracking is simply calisthenics with words.
…Dorothy Parker, in The Art of Fiction No. 13 from The Paris Review, which very well might be the funniest thing I’ve read this year.
New York scarcely safe from buffaloes. I can’t handle it.
The beer was very cold and wonderful to drink. … After the first heavy draft of beer I drank and ate very slowly.
…from big Papi, A Moveable Feast. Pretty much sums everything up, don’t it? Really, though. I mean…that’s it. Don’t act like you’ve got anything else figured out, ’cause that’s it.
Have to admit though, Hemingway’s personal burger recipe described in the Paris Review does not sound all that appealing.
