It began as the GODFATHER OF MATH, evolved into the GOODFATHER OF MATH. Now this. Go figure...

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The kind of humor I like is the thing that makes me laugh for five seconds and think for ten minutes = G. CARLIN...Stain glass, engraved glass, frosted glass
–give me plain glass = JOHN FOWLES ... Music is the mathematics of the gods=PYTHAGORAS ... Nothing is more fluid than language = R. L. SWIHART
I cannot live without the oxygen of laughter = DAWN POWELL ... !!! ... But laughter cannot survive without the hydrogen of gravitas = PAUL OLIVERIO
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Thursday, June 7, 2018

Dawn Has the Power To Take Us Back To The Nineteenth Century

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The horse jogged dreamily
Down the dark narrow road

Sophie bent over her flowers
The red roses were white in the starlight
The Bride's House

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Footnotes
The original silhouetted image
—undoctored—
is from
here

The quote
—reformatted—
is from p. 93
of this edition:
Originally published in 1929,
The Bride's House
was Ms. Powell's third novel

I have now read
thirteen of the fifteen novels
written by an author who
—indisputably—
fits into the third category
of this Oliverio-enhanced cliche:

Good artists borrow
Great artists steal
The greatest artists are
the ones most stolen from

Dawn Powell's next page is
here 
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