Do not go tweet-ly into that good night;
Rage, rage against the dying of the write.
– Not Dylan Thomas
A brief announcement:
After two weeks of shoe horns and crowbars, @magnificenttoad is no more.
I will not sell my soul, I will not eat my words, and I will not pretend there is true creativity in enforced brevity. Concision is for wimps. And those determined to make a point in 140 characters or less.
Dickens makes my soul sing; Hemingway makes my soul shrink. Twitter makes my soul nauseous.
So enjoy your tweets.
I will speak my own language. In complete, punctuated, grown-up sentences.
P.S. I am fully aware that the foregoing is a statement dripping with condescension and assumed superiority…
I’m okay with that.
