Sunday, December 25, 2011

David Tells Me What I Say Too Much

Here's my Christmas present from David: he went through and did a month-by-month cloudscan of Underbelly, generating images like this, from which he fashioned a calendar:

One virtue, perhaps unintended, is that it shows me where I overdo it, which words I use too much. Reading all 12, albeit not counting too closely, the villain seems to be "one" and "just" and "think," as in "one might just think."   I suppose the best I can do with this stuff, besides merely admiring, is to use it as a discipline and guide--who was the French writer who constructed a novel excluding the letter "s?"

Update:  It was Earnst Wincent Wright. 

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