The provenience of the pococurante polyglot’s pristine plastron was problematic at worst, a reflection of probity at best – if what the prosaic proprietor’s presage was true – ‘less it plinked to the bottom of the pond like a picayune pebble.
Because paradise is a library
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A Library of Literary Interestingness
Doing it better the second time around...