Typing with Sausages
Today my fingers seem like sausages rolling around the keyboard. More coffee = less of sending out typos.
"Young Bill seemed especially interested in the seamy lineaments of a fellow Harvard man named Robert Benchley, then, as now, functioning on what might be called the lunatic fringe of dramatic criticism. Seated beside him was a little and extraordinary pretty woman with dark hair, a gentle, apologetic smile, and great reproachful eyes. ‘And that, I suppose,’ said the lad from Emporia, ‘would be Mrs. Benchley.’ ‘So I have always understood,’ I replied crossly, ‘But it is Mrs Parker.’ “
Our Mrs. Parker