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Tunnel Vision

John Myles White — Wed, 04 Nov 2009 13:24:24 +0000

What made his company so unpleasant was not simply that he was unable to see the forest for the trees, but that he went about like some evangelizing atheist informing everyone he met that he did not even believe in forests — that these mythical forests were, in point of fact, some vague nonsense born out of nothing more than intellectual laziness and the human impulse to dishonesty.

Gonerilic

John Myles White — Thu, 10 Apr 2008 15:17:22 +0000

Upon seeing her, the only thing I could think to say was that she was dressed as if she were named Goneril.

Endless Hitherandthithering

John Myles White — Mon, 21 Jan 2008 14:24:27 +0000

He was continuously surprised anew by her endless hitherandthithering; moreso because he was never certain whither she went. He was not even certain that there was a definite direction — that it was not movement for movement’s sake he was watching.

Tears in the Canopy of This World

John Myles White — Tue, 16 Oct 2007 03:16:41 +0000

I should like to meet anyone who has ever felt, if but for the briefest of moments, that the stars in the night sky are really tears in the canopy of this world — and that, with resolve and perseverance, one might succeed in clawing one’s way out of this world through them.

This Comedy for the Gods’ Amusement

John Myles White — Tue, 02 Oct 2007 11:27:17 +0000

This comedy we act out for the gods’ amusement is a tragedy to us who must live it.

He and She

John Myles White — Tue, 18 Sep 2007 02:08:58 +0000

She was too sweet to be steadfast; he too firm to be forgiving. But their love was the best that life could offer either of them and that was enough for them.

Pro Bono

John Myles White — Sat, 02 Jun 2007 19:35:25 +0000

A: Why are you so upset with him? You would do the same things too under the right circumstances. You must know that, in the end, everyone has their price.
B: You’re right: everyone does have a price. My problem with him is he seems to be doing these things pro bono.

Aesthetic Sense

John Myles White — Mon, 28 May 2007 17:33:38 +0000

He was an artist more informed by a theory of aesthetics than by a sense of aesthetics.

Gladly Unhappy

John Myles White — Sun, 13 May 2007 18:47:35 +0000

She was a woman with whom I could only be gladly unhappy: she was ideally suited to sharing my misery, but a state of mutual happiness was quite simply impossible. She could only be happy while in love and she could never be in love with me; and when I was happy, her depression seemed hatefully fatalistic and inhibiting.

A Face That Never Smiles

John Myles White — Tue, 29 Aug 2006 12:14:09 +0000

She had that sort of face that one cannot ever imagine smiling, a face that quite possibly physiologically was incapable of smiling, a face that seemed to try its best and yet still fail to maintain just the look of indifference on it, a face truly and deeply odious.

The Middle Ages — A Brief Summary In Dialogue Form

John Myles White — Tue, 25 Jul 2006 15:21:45 +0000

A: I slept like an angel last night.
B: Angels don’t sleep.
A: How do you know that?
B: Because it says so in the Bible.
A: Where in the Bible does it say that?
B: In the beginning of the New Testament.
A: Where in the beginning of the New Testament?
A: In the beginning, where it says, “in the beginning…”
B: That’s not in the beginning of the New Testament.
A: I’ll burn you.

A Rainstorm Late At Night

John Myles White — Mon, 05 Jun 2006 03:01:07 +0000

May my tears in God’s dissolve
And He thus my sins absolve.

Self-Confidence

John Myles White — Thu, 04 May 2006 20:01:12 +0000

She was the sort of woman whose external character centered upon an overshowing of self-confidence so powerful one suspected it was either a front or a piece of stupidity (or a mixture of both), but beyond any doubt it was a sign that she did not question herself enough to be capable of personal development.

Starcrossed

John Myles White — Fri, 13 Jan 2006 10:16:00 +0000

When starcrossed becomes doublecrossed…

To Have Scaled A Thousand Hours

John Myles White — Sun, 08 Jan 2006 18:52:02 +0000

To have scaled a thousand hours and found only torn flesh,
To have grasped for stars and won only hands full of air –
This is horror;
This is despair.