Well, glad you enjoyed, albeit painfully! If I weren't leery on the legalities of it, I'd post a few more. They're all good, and some of them are just evil, like Joyce: "Suffers to say, soon they wuz sloping to bedden, slopping to bide in, inseys and outseys, Adams and Eves. And sometimes a mat in the nay. He Shake-speared. She marsh-Mallowed. They Ben to the Jon, son." Wokka wokka. Or the Brontes: "Emily paled. Anne entered the room with the elegance of a squatter. 'Hello,' she said, lying down on the floor. 'There's a leak in the drawing room.' 'Don't be eccentric,' Charlotte admonished. 'Is being comfortable eccentric?' Anne asked. 'Is being happy?' She burst into tears and rushed from the room." Or Proust, which is a single, chapter-long, comma-filled sentence.

Humor for over-educated lit!geeks. Gotta love it! *g*