To paraphrase visionary English Romantic poet William Blake, [italics my alteration] "If the doors of perception are controlled, the threat to freedom will appear to man as it is, Infinite". Level Up: Interview with Charles Yu, author of Sorry Please Thank You, on NPR.
My internal alteration commenced at the arrival of my son.
I "tidy" Thoreau's manuscript no more than necessary to make his work in progress accessible to the reader, and for each of my substantive alterations, I present an editorial note in the back of the volume.
My children have altercations with their friends all of the time.
As an avid cyclist living in Huntington Beach for nearly 25 years now, I have seen my share of altercations and near collisions between drivers and cyclists.
Maybe I should have been NeNe and the Housewives and getting into physical altercations with my 93-year-old, alcoholic mother.
I worked my way through "Alteration of Vegetable Colours by Acids and Alkalis," "Experiments with Coloured Liquors and Sympathetic Inks," "Chemical Metamorphoses," and then got on to the serious stuff.
As my sneer of envy, disdain and rage subsided, I realised there'd been a much more significant alteration in my outlook than losing my taste for one public school.
On my previous visit, he had asked his employees to adjust one of the shoulders a quarter inch, because my right shoulder is lower than my left, but the alteration had not been built in.
Joshua Rothman's article on paper jams resurrected my memories of three decades of altercations with printers in computer shops all over Baltimore ("Jambusters," February 12th & 19th).
