She: Sometimes I think you drink the way you do just so you can stand to be in the same room with me.
He: Well, you know the old saying — “In vino caritas.”
She: “Veritas,” dear. “In vino veritas.”
He: Surely not.
She: Sometimes I think you drink the way you do just so you can stand to be in the same room with me.
He: Well, you know the old saying — “In vino caritas.”
She: “Veritas,” dear. “In vino veritas.”
He: Surely not.
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Bob Dylan
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Letters from an American
Beau of the Fifth Column
This American Life
The Writer’s Almanac
San Diego Reader
The Stranger
The Inlander
Adoremus
Charlotte was Both
The Onion
From Empty Hands
Ellen Finnigan
America
Commonweal
First Things
National Review
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All Manner of Thing
Gerasene Writers Conference
Scrutinies
DarwinCatholic
Catholic and Enjoying It
Bad Catholic
Universalis
Is My Phylactery Showing?
Quotidian Quintilian
En pocas palabras
William Wilson, Guitarist Extraordinaire
Signposts in a Strange Land
Ben Hatke
Daniel Mitsui
Dappled Things
The Fine Delight
Gene Luen Yang
Wiseblood Books
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I was going to say that you misspelled “Oreo,” but then I realized that you were referencing The Thin Man. I, of course, am The Fat Man.
Putting the ‘ham’ in ‘Hammett’.
A Gutman is hard to find.
Some of us just look good in hats.
Flannery O’Connor, letter, collected in The Habit of Being, ed. Sally Fitzgerald (New York: Macmillan, 1988), 334.
Ibid., 465.