After having our daughter and two “great” granddaughters with us for two weeks, including Christmas and Hanukkah -- and dealing with bitingly cold weather, the editor is weary. So I’m taking a break until I can flex my fingers once the weather gets warmer.
Meanwhile, here is my offering for this week’s Corner. It’s titled, Great Literary Taunts, otherwise known as “Why didn’t I think of that?!”
- I feel so miserable without you, it’s almost like having you here. -- Stephen Bishop
- A modest little person, with much to be modest about. -- Winston Churchill (about Clement Atlee)
- I’ve just learned about his illness. Let’s hope it’s nothing trivial. -- Irvin S. Cobb
- I have never killed a man, but I have read many obituaries with great pleasure. -- Clarence Darrow
- He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the dictionary. -- William Faulkner (about Ernest Hemingway)
- He is not only dull himself, he is the cause of dullness in others. -- Samuel Johnson
- He had delusions of adequacy. -- Walter Kerr
- I’ve had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn’t it. -- Groucho Marx
- They never open their mouths without subtracting from the sum of human knowledge. -- Thomas Brackett Reed
- He loves Nature in spite of what it did to him. --Forrest Tucker
- I didn’t attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it. -- Mark Twain
- His mother should have thrown him away and kept the stork. -- Mae West
- Some cause happiness wherever they go; others whenever they go. -- Oscar Wilde
- He has no enemies, but is intensely disliked by his friends. -- Oscar Wilde
- He has Van Gogh’s ear for music. -- Billy Wilder
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