So, this morning I was reading The Norton Reader, an Anthology of Expository Prose [(1965) W. W. Norton and Company, Inc.] edited by Arthur Eastman and various others, when I came across an entry by Dylan Thomas which had originally been included in his book, Quite Early One Morning [(1954) - (I’ll spare you the details)], when this particular story, Memories of Christmas, caught my attention, not only because yesterday was Christmas but because the first two paragraphs are comprised entirely of just one sentence each (much like this paragraph, only longer).
As I read, notwithstanding the pauses (,) I thought, ‘this is genius’, and I wondered if he had done it on purpose. The little tale is only five pages with the most spectacular descriptive writing. I wasn’t reading at all. I was skating on ice. It was wonderful! Magic!
Of course I'm familiar with Dylan Thomas.
Don’t be silly.
And then,
sotto-voce she said, ‘but I’d never read him before.’
| Dylan Thomas 1914 - 1953 |
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
*John Dryden (1681)
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