Archive for Phrases
over-egg the pudding
The black pudding were so black that even over-egging yon just made 'er blacker, it did.
Unlubricated
“Overhead he heard the tiny, unlubricated sound of a bat.” —Theodore Sturgeon, “Excalibur and the Atom,” 1951. Reading these old Sturgeon stories is reminding me that prose can unashamedly use...
A phrase grows in Brooklyn
Recently happened across a snowclone that I hadn't really noticed before: phrases of the form “an X grows in Brooklyn,” riffing on the title A Tree Grows in Brooklyn. Headline...