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For love of words

Tuesday, June 2nd, 2009

“The higher they went, the darker it became, though it wasn’t the darkness of night, but rather more like a mixture of lurking shadows and evil intentions which oozed from the slimy moss-covered cliffs and blotted out the light. A cruel wind shrieked through the rocks and the air was thick and heavy, as if it had been used several times before.” — The Phantom Tollbooth

Sentences like these are the reason I love language so very much. Care to share a brilliantly crafted sentence or two from your latest read?