That declaration sounds different today.
Since Mr. Zevon was found to have terminal lung cancer last March, however, that declaration sounds far more literal -- and more poignant.
If that declaration sounds vaguely futuristic, like something a lonely alien would say, that's the point.
(Both declarations sound like trouble).
At his best, in songs like "Maybe I'm Amazed," Sir Paul has made simple lovers' declarations sound ageless; at his goopy worst, he has plenty of company.
Yet Michael is the worst offender; he hates paperwork and is constantly distracting his employees while supposedly motivating them — the man is a karaoke machine of samplings from leadership manuals, and his emotional declarations sound like "The 48 Laws of Power".
To help ensure that promises are kept, a monitoring committee has been established under the declaration to sound the alarm if states are not living up to the agreement.
In addition, the novel's deadpan dialogue occasionally suffers from slippage, and its portentous declarations can sound, well, portentous.
The prisoner, so frail "there was hardly any hajji under the robe," makes declarations that sound like a jailhouse letter from Ulrike Meinhof: "I have 10 guns and you call me bandit.
It's an intensely self-sufficient man's warning to back off, a we-don't-need-anyone's-help declaration that will sound familiar to many readers here.
