Wednesday, February 16, 2005

Miss Underhill's School of Writing and Blogging

New Yorker December 7, 1992, by Roz Chast the great...


Her eyes were:twin limpid pools of deepest azure that occasionally contained flashes of anger or gleams of wit.round and white with a color in the middle
His nose was:narrow, aristocratic, and intelligentjust the ticket for breathing and for smelling things
His or her mouth was:strong and sensual - a tantalizing blend of kindness and crueltya couple of lips on the outside, and then a bunch of other stuff such as teeth and a tongue on the inside.
Learn how it is done. Write:
Miss Underhill's School of Writing
P.O. Box 92377
Percy Bysshe Shelley Highway
Sarasota, Florida

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At 11:51 PM, Blogger Michele said...

This is a wonderfully funny post. However, I have discovered that YOU need to put a warning above a few of your posts that say: do not take sip of hot beverage just before or while reading.

Thanks for the laugh and the spilled tea.

At 11:52 PM, Blogger Sigmund, Carl and Alfred said...

Ah, my Alma Mater.

As a musician, you'll be interested to know about our school song.

It had something to do with farmers. ducks, cows, pigs and the sounds they make. It really is a catchy tune.

At 12:45 AM, Blogger Badaunt said...

Wonderful! (But you forgot the grammer/speling pointers. I think you need to add a new section.)

At 4:25 AM, Blogger Claude Covo-Farchi said...

Great post! Gave me the giggles


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