Sunday, August 7, 2016

Notes from “The Girls” by Emma Cline


I'd always hated martini glasses—the stem and the funny shape seemed embarrassing, like the adults were trying too hard to be adults.

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Saturday, March 26, 2016

What a strange choice of preposition

"Ish reacted into pity."

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Friday, March 25, 2016

Single-Jack

"It had been used by some miner in the old days when rock-drills were driven home in a low tunnel with a man swinging a hammer in one hand; four pounds was about the weight a man could handle in that way, and it was called a single-jack because it was managed one-handedly."

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Saturday, August 8, 2015

Come back and guzzle


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Dr. Seuss Goes to War

Richard H. Minear & Dr Seuss

August 8, 2015
Dr. Seuss and PM

On both sides of the family, his grandparents had emigrated to the United States from Germany. His father's parents emigrated before 1870 and established a brewery in Springfield: Kalmbach and Geisel. The brewery became known as "Come back and guzzle." The brewery prospered until Prohibition took effect in 1920 and killed it.

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Friday, May 29, 2015

Just realized these books were pre-Bay and Golden Gate Bridges


May 29, 2015
Chapter 3 - Something Black

In a downtown Owl drug-store I turned to the Berkeley section of the telephone directory, found only one Freemander listed, and called the number. Mrs. Begg was there and consented to see me if I came over on the next ferry.

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I Can Count!


May 29, 2015
Chapter 3 - Something Black

Rhino said: "Ain't nobody's business where I got my money. I got it. I got—" He put his cigar on the edge of the table, picked up the money, wet a thumb as big as a heel on a tongue like a bath-mat, and counted his roll bill by bill down on the table. "Twenty—thirty—eighty—hundred—hundred and ten—two hundred and ten—three hundred and ten—three hundred and thirty—three hundred and thirty-five—four hundred and thirty-five—five hundred and thirty-five—five hundred and eighty-five—six hundred and five—six hundred and ten—six hundred and twenty—seven hundred and twenty—seven hundred and seventy—eight hundred and twenty—eight hundred and thirty—eight hundred and forty—nine hundred and forty—nine hundred and sixty—nine hundred and seventy—nine hundred and seventy-five—nine hundred and ninety-five—ten hundred and fifteen—ten hundred and twenty—eleven hundred and twenty—eleven hundred and seventy. Anybody want to know what I got, that's what I got—eleven hundred and seventy dollars. Anybody want to know where I get it, maybe I tell them, maybe I don't. Just depend on how[…]

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Solving city traffic


May 29, 2015
Chapter 3 - Something Black

"Are you—who make your living snooping—sneering at my curiosity about people and my attempts to satisfy it?"
"We're different," I said. "I do mine with the object of putting people in jail, and I get paid for it, though not as much as I should."
"That's not different," he said. "I do mine with the object of putting people in books, and I get paid for it, though not as much as I should."
"Yeah, but what good does that do?"
"God knows. What good does putting them in jail do?"
"Relieves congestion," I said. "Put enough people in jail, and cities wouldn't have traffic problems. What do you know about this Gabrielle?"

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