Showing posts with label Jon Fasman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jon Fasman. Show all posts

Sunday, 26 September 2010

On concision

"Absolutely." I nodded.

"You hear that? He said 'Absolutely.' That's four syllables of yes."

"Four syllables of his life which he will never get back. Next time, Shakespeare scholar, simply say yes and save three for 'I love you' to your young lady."
- Jon Fasman, The Geographer's Library

Saturday, 25 September 2010

Patron-ising

In The Geographer's Library Jon Fasman writes of one Dulcinius [sic. - of Tyre?], 'patron saint of the wayward, laconic, men who walk looking at the ground, and editors of manuscripts'.

It is not at all clear if those first three are distinct categories; nor if Dulcinius - alas! - ever actually existed.

Friday, 24 September 2010

On drinking alone

We sit down, hurt ourselves, then leave.
- Jon Fasman, The Geographer's Library