“To put them in perspective, I think of being on an airplane. The flight attendant comes down the aisle with her food cart and, eventually, parks it beside my seat. 'Can I interest you in the chicken?' she asks. 'Or would you prefer the platter of shit with bits of broken glass in it?'
“To be undecided in this election is to pause for a moment and then ask how the chicken is cooked.”
And James Wood, on Sarah Palin's abstruse prose [“I do take issue with some of the principle there with that redistribution of wealth principle that seems to be espoused by you.”]
“She may claim, as she did in last Thursday’s Vice-Presidential debate, that 'Americans are cravin’ that straight talk,' but they are sure not going to get it from the Governor--not with her peculiar habit of speaking only half a sentence and then moving on to another for spoliation, that strange, ghostly drifting through the haziest phrases, as if she were cruelly condemned to search endlessly for her linguistic home.”
Bee-yutiful, James. Just bee-yutiful.