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Many A Person Has Been Saved From Summer Alcoholism, Not To Mention Hypertoxicity, By Dostoyevsky.

In The Beginning, Atlanta Was Without Form, And Void; And It Still Is.

That's American English For You: More Roots Than A Mangrove Swamp.

Twiddle-twiddle Away At My Softly Clicky Keyboard For A While, Making Twiddly Adjustments All Along- And Then Print What I Have Twiddled. Glare At The Printout And Snarl And Curse And Scribble Almost Illegibly All Over It With A Ballpoint Pen. Go Back To The Machine And Enter The Scribbles. Repeat This Procedure Until I Hate The Very Meaning Of Every Word I Know.

Usage Ain't Always A Matter Of Ought.