Getting even is one reason for writing.
Getting even is one reason for writing.
Only the slow reader ... will notice the odd crowd of images flier, butcher, seal which have gathered to comment on the aims and activities of the speeding reader, perhaps like gossips at a wedding.
If you believed yourself to be a writer of . . . eminence, you are now assured of being over the hill not a sturdy mountain flower but a little wilted lily of the valley.
The speeding reader guts a book the way the skillful clean fish. The gills are gone, the tail, the scales, the fins then the fillet slides away swifly as though fed to a seal.
For the speedy reader paragraphs become a country the eye flies over looking for landmarks, reference points, airports, restrooms, passages of sex.
Life is itself exile . . . It is a blow from which only death will recover us.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories