Instead, someone plopped a few of my rough, unedited paragraphs into the final text.
How can I share the rapture of my first two paragraphs and the horrors of my third?
Even today, as I try to fit the parts of my own work together — paragraph after unwilling paragraph; always failing to make of myself a machine — I am in some way striving to describe the kind of love that Holland-Dozier-Holland conveyed, the kind that lavishes its object with overwhelming light, then swings and bops away, impossible to keep for long.
(Maybe you should go and re-read the last few paragraphs of my piece, which a previous questioner referred to).
My editorial comments were confined to the last two paragraphs of my post, in which I criticized the panel's failure to date the trough to June, 2009, earlier, and queried its raison d'etre.
But lo! Open the paper a few mornings later, and there, for the world to see, is an artful distillation of my review, all those paragraphs pared down to their essence.
(For a timeline of the Yahoo vs Facebook war to date, read the last paragraphs of my piece from yesterday. It also includes the full text of Facebook's countersuit filing).
As I intimated in the final paragraphs of my most recent post here, the position isn't fooling anybody.
In the satirical opening paragraphs of my most recent blog, "Is Atheism Evil?," I (satirically) argued, based on Craig Stephen Hicks' murders of three Muslims, that atheism is evil.
The last paragraphs of my commentary (Kundi 2006) were intended to give an outlook to future developments that may provide answers to the question of causation of chronic diseases in a more rapid fashion.
