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A phrase stood out from a book I am (re)reading:
He can just imagine the crisp luscious sound of the woman's soft white skin forcing itself into the confining black rubber.
Interesting sentence considering the rest of book.
May 10, 2005 | Permalink
And skin sounds 'crisp'...how...?
May 10, 2005 at 12:33 PM
Right on, Betsy!
I came to comment just so I could talk smack about this sentence. It's terrible. Could we please have more adjectives? (I know: pot, kettle, black.) I have no idea what idea is being conveyed here; it makes no sense to me.
I have a love/hate relationship with Stephenson's work. This sentence falls under the hate category.
May 10, 2005 at 01:00 PM
Knowing about Miss Betsy's life as I do, she knows exactly what "crisp" skin sounds like...
disclaimer: I am on both Vicodin and psuedoephedrine at the moment so I may just be talking out of my ass.
May 10, 2005 at 01:06 PM
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