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Dec
26
Stephen Fry is one of my mentors / benchmarks for verbal eloquence and yet also for verbal evisceration of the highest order. He can glorify you, then turn right round and gore you on a pungee stick whittled from his words. There’s got to be a “wave-particle duality”-esque theory for that kind of nigh-instantaneous, abracadabra-laden, razor-tongued linguistic voodoo dancing, and I will claim my Nobel in the service of its study.
