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Mother: It’s broccoli, dear. — Child: I say it’s spinach, and I say the hell with it.

E. B. White

The essayist is a self-liberated man, sustained by the childish belief that everything he thinks about, everything that happens to him, is of general interest.
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Childish Essayist Everything Happen Liberate Self Sustain Think
A poet’s pleasure is to withhold a little of his meaning, to intensify by mystification. He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it.
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Intensify Meaning Mystification Pleasure Poet Withhold
Television will enormously enlarge the eye’s range, and, like radio, will advertise the Elsewhere. Together with the tabs, the mags, and the movies, it will insist that we forget the primary and the near in favor of the secondary and the remote.
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Advertise Else Enlarge Enormously Eye Radio Range Television Writer
I am still encouraged to go on. I wouldn’t know where else to go.
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Else Encourage Go Know Still Where
You can dissect a joke just as you can a frog. But it tends to die on you.
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Die Dissect Frog Joke Tend
In a man’s middle years there is scarcely a part of the body he would hesitate to turn over to the proper authorities.
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Authority Body Hesitate Man Middle Over Part Proper Scarcely
“What are they, and where are you?” screamed Wilbur. “Please, please, tell me where you are. And what are salutations?” “Salutations are greetings,” said the voice. “When I say ‘salutations,’ it’s just my fancy way of saying hello or good morning.
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Fancy Good Morning Salutation Scream What
The city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is the New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something.
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City Country Day Each Locust Person Something Somewhere
It is quite possible that an animal has spoken to me and that I didn’t catch the remark because I wasn’t paying attention.
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Animal Attention Catch Play Possible Quite Remark Spoken
In every queen there’s a touch of floozy.
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Every Queen Floozy Touch
I am often mad, but I would hate to be nothing but mad: and I think I would lose what little value I may have as a writer if I were to refuse, as a matter of principle, to accept the warming rays of the sun, and to report them, whenever, and if ever, they
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Amd Lose Mad Nothing Often Think Winter
All that I hope to say in books, all that I ever hope to say, is that I love the world.
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All Hope Book Love World
We should all do what, in the long run, gives us joy, even if it is only picking grapes or sorting the laundry.
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Even Give Grape Laundry Long Only Pick Run Sort Us
A good farmer is nothing more nor less than a handy man with a sense of humus.
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Good Handy Humus Less More Nothing Sense Than Time
It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer.
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Along Come Fiend Good Someone True Writer
I have one share in corporate Earth, and I am nervous about the management.
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Corporate Earth Management Nervous

Mother: It’s broccoli, dear. — Child: I say it’s spinach, and I say the hell with it.

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