Chancery Is God
America is not an elephant. For one thing, elephants never forget, whereas Americans don't really know much to begin with. Ninety per cent of them can't pick out their hometown on an unmarked map.
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Google picked this up tonight. Someone’s selling DANNY V1 for one single solitary penny on e-bay. They don’t come up secondhand – ever (and I see this is a new one, I’m guessing bought by a book collector in 2004 since it’s signed) - so if you want one cheap here’s the link. And no, it’s not [...]

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Delaney has been running for around two months now. My viewing figures are dropping and, to my knowledge, no-one has ever bought a copy of DANNY because they’ve read Delaney. Or any other book I’ve ever given away. So I’m not. Giving it away. As it says on today’s tag line, I am able but [...]

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My typist and I recently fell out after a profitable and amicable 7 year relationship. Was this because of irreconcilable differences? No. It was because of niceness.
My typist had a grandson coming to stay over the summer, just as I asked her to proofread DANNY 3/1. She didn’t want to do this because her grandson [...]

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Well, I duly went back to the I Write Like… site and ran random scenes from DANNY through the Magic 8 Ball. And this what it told me:

I write likeJack London
I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!

I write likeKurt Vonnegut
I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your [...]

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My thanks go to the Rt. Hon. Max Scratchmann who found this charming little toy while playing working on the internet.

I write likeWilliam Gibson
I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!

Apparently what it does – aside from inflating your ego with absolutely zero effort – is analyse your writing [...]

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Delaney turned his back on him and walked away. He found the buffet table and got himself another drink. There were some odd little sandwiches there. He tried one; it tasted of oily fish. He peered inside – looked like salmon. He closed it again and ate it, helped himself to another. The wine was nice. A couple of the women were watching him curiously, wondering who he was, trying to fit him with Jonathan.

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Do YOU have amazing powers? Powers worthy of Heroes, Marvel Comics and Dr Who? Do this simple test at home…
Go to your TV, watch Gossip Girl. Do you see any fat people?
Now go to your window; look out your window. Do you see any fat people?
Congratulations! You have a unique power. You can see [...]

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beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average
but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius [...]

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Why do the people who own dogs never notice their joy?
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He felt aware of Frank Delaney’s intentness beside him. Did the boy do everything like this? Either total indifference or total absorption. Christ, he’d be wearing to live with. He felt sorry for the legendary Nan. It explained how fast he picked things up though. He’d never seen concentration like it. Maybe he was nothing but a mimic. Well, the hell with that. Most dancers these days weren’t even that, God help them. To quote his aunt, they couldn’t emote their way out a paper bag.