The Actual Writing Is What

Everything Written With Vitality Expresses That Vitality: There Are No Dull Subjects, Only Dull Minds.

There Is No Bad Whiskey. There Are Only Some Whiskeys That Aren't As Good As Others.

She Was The Music Heard Faintly On The Edge Of Sound.

It Is A Mass Language Only In The Same Sense That Its Baseball Slang Is Born Of Baseball Players. That Is, It Is A Language Which Is Being Molded By Writers To Do Delicate Things And Yet Be Within The Grasp Of Superficially Educated People. It Is Not A Natural Growth, Much As Its Proletarian Writers Would Like To Think So. But Compared With It At Its Best, English Has Reached The Alexandrian Stage Of Formalism And Decay.

From 30 Feet Away She Looked Like A Lot Of Class. From 10 Feet Away She Looked Like Something Made Up To Be Seen From 30 Feet Away.