You'd think it would be easy to write a bad sentence—but that takes just as much work.
His father, Ronald “Beau” Rutledge, III, pronounced coin like co-win although he didn’t care a fig for teamwork.
Leslie Fiedler took the blinders off me and said, 'Look, the myths we live by, our secret longings—the great books lay them bare.'
He clutched my hand, and I felt his fingers bucking. They were always in motion, but my father held on as hard as he could.
For days, weeks, even months, you slog onward as if hacking through switchgrass with a machete.
