In case, like me, you're not having any fun with your sentences these days, here's one of William Kennedy's:
It was dark now and I was wet to the underwear, standing in the middle of desolation, maybe about to be buried in a landslide, giving traffic directions to a bleeding, one-eyed psychopath who was, with one hand, trying to drive a mythic vehicle backwards up an enchanted mountain.
Now if that don't put the gnats back in your herb garden, what does, huh? ;)
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