Сначала висельник рассказывает анекдот, потом шагает с табуретки. В хохоте зрителей тонет изящное ми-бемоль хрустнувших шейных позвонков ©
Это что-то потрясающее. Это музыка, Набоков, горький шоколад и всё то, что я вспоминаю, когда читаю тексты, написанные правильно
Правильно написанные тексты - это когда смысл уже не имеет никакого значения
Давно со мной такого не случалось. Ну...или я просто устала от скучного стиля научных статей
Интересно, я так смогу когда-нибудь?
«Ask Dr. H: “Who Do You Credit For Your Scientific Interests?” (с)
From the earliest age about which I can remember much—three and a half or four—I was curious about how machines work, how nature works, and how society works. My mother, Virginia Holdren, was a voracious reader of both fiction and nonfiction and turned me into the same. (She made a weekly trip to the library, returning each time with a large shopping bag of books for both of us.) My parents bought me the 1953 edition of the World Book Encyclopedia when I was nine, and over the next two years I read it all from A to Z. I had some superb teachers in the public schools I attended growing up in San Mateo, California, starting with the Beresford Park elementary school where my sixth grade teacher, in particular, Mrs. Azevedo, had an effect on my intellectual growth and ambitions second only to that of my mother. Both of them told me that any career I might want was open to me except music (because I couldn’t hold a tune) and medicine (because I couldn’t stand the sight of blood).
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Правильно написанные тексты - это когда смысл уже не имеет никакого значения
Давно со мной такого не случалось. Ну...или я просто устала от скучного стиля научных статей
«Ask Dr. H: “Who Do You Credit For Your Scientific Interests?” (с)
From the earliest age about which I can remember much—three and a half or four—I was curious about how machines work, how nature works, and how society works. My mother, Virginia Holdren, was a voracious reader of both fiction and nonfiction and turned me into the same. (She made a weekly trip to the library, returning each time with a large shopping bag of books for both of us.) My parents bought me the 1953 edition of the World Book Encyclopedia when I was nine, and over the next two years I read it all from A to Z. I had some superb teachers in the public schools I attended growing up in San Mateo, California, starting with the Beresford Park elementary school where my sixth grade teacher, in particular, Mrs. Azevedo, had an effect on my intellectual growth and ambitions second only to that of my mother. Both of them told me that any career I might want was open to me except music (because I couldn’t hold a tune) and medicine (because I couldn’t stand the sight of blood).
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