In a public school closed to the public, in a suit that felt like a costume, while pretending to argue about policy, he was seized, however briefly, by an experience of prosody.
perhaps there was some elegant subtlety to the gesture, as if it were true class to pretend their unctuous host was on equal footing
The draw of children’s literature may lie in the language as much as anything. These books have a total limpidity—a close, clean material attention that makes you feel like you’re reading a catalog description of a world to be entered at will
"total" is a weird adjective to use here
The internet has moved seamlessly into the interstices of this situation, redistributing our minimum of free time into unsatisfying micro-installments
