CRAIG CONLEY (Prof. Oddfellow) is recognized by Encarta as “America’s most creative and diligent scholar of letters, words and punctuation.” He has been called a “language fanatic” by Page Six gossip columnist Cindy Adams, a “cult hero” by Publisher’s Weekly, a “monk for the modern age” by George Parker, and “a true Renaissance man of the modern era, diving headfirst into comprehensive, open-minded study of realms obscured or merely obscure” by Clint Marsh. An eccentric scholar, Conley’s ideas are often decades ahead of their time. He invented the concept of the “virtual pet” in 1980, fifteen years before the debut of the popular “Tamagotchi” in Japan. His virtual pet, actually a rare flower, still thrives and has reached an incomprehensible size. Conley’s website is OneLetterWords.com.
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September 25, 2026 (permalink)


Jonathan Caws-Elwitt

unearths some literary gems.

From "Don’t Kid the Goldfish: A Linguistic Portrait of My Mother," by Kay Haugaard:

“In a pig’s eye!” she’d say, or more enigmatically, “In a pig’s valise!” (Valise? Don’t ask! I’m just reporting what I heard.)
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September 22, 2026 (permalink)


Jonathan Caws-Elwitt

unearths some literary gems.

The door opened and Fiddles hove halfway in like a leery hand puppet.


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September 18, 2026 (permalink)


Jonathan Caws-Elwitt

unearths some literary gems.

From "Erotica Made Me The Writer I Am Today," by Charlie Jane Anders:

I even found a story that I had submitted a year or so earlier, which I now realized was completely wrong for Black Sheets magazine — I had the dubious pleasure of writing myself a rejection letter.

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September 15, 2026 (permalink)


Jonathan Caws-Elwitt

unearths some literary gems.

from The Sea, the Sea, by Iris Murdoch:

[via HC-E]
"Are you certain? Are you sure (a) that you were pushed and (b) that it was Ben?"
I was not going to be (a)d and (b)d by James.
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September 8, 2026 (permalink)


Jonathan Caws-Elwitt

unearths some literary gems.

From "Frank," by A. L. Kennedy:

the empty screen, which had started to stare at him, a kind of hanging absence
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September 4, 2026 (permalink)


Jonathan Caws-Elwitt

unearths some literary gems.

From Death by the Clock, by Rufus King:

 


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September 1, 2026 (permalink)


Jonathan Caws-Elwitt

unearths some literary gems.

From Funny Epitaphs, coll. Arthur Wentworth Eaton:

#epitaph
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August 28, 2026 (permalink)


Jonathan Caws-Elwitt

unearths some literary gems.

From The Beckoning Lady, by Margery Allingham:

He liked the Chief Inspector, but the particular way his brows went up to points in the middle reminded him of one certain clown in the circus at Christmas who had seemed to him to have a face so exquisitely humorous that he could not think of it without laughing until his midriff hurt. As he had put the question Luke’s brows had shot up, and the mischief was done. Rupert could think of nothing else.
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August 25, 2026 (permalink)


Jonathan Caws-Elwitt

unearths some literary gems.

From Cousin Cinderella, by Sara Jeannette Duncan:

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Mrs. Jerome Jarvis came in, like an exclamation.

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She looked at us with a spark of caution in her eye, as if she recognised in us the emergency she had always to be prepared for.

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In her eye I thought I saw the recognition of us as attendant circumstances which she might well have been spared.
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August 23, 2026 (permalink)


Jonathan Caws-Elwitt

unearths some literary gems.

From "Fractal Paisleys," by Paul di Filippo:

The borders of each paisley were formed of little paisleys. And the little paisleys were made of littler paisleys. And those were made up of even littler paisleys!
#paisley
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August 21, 2026 (permalink)


Jonathan Caws-Elwitt

unearths some literary gems.

From "Touched by a Salesman," by Tom Holt:

You could set your watch by the Number 47 [bus]...provided your watch had been designed by Salvador Dali.
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August 18, 2026 (permalink)


Jonathan Caws-Elwitt

unearths some literary gems.

From Those Delightful Americans, by Sara Jeannette Duncan:

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There was always an effect with Verona; without apparently putting it there she knew where her elbow was.
***

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August 16, 2026 (permalink)


Jonathan Caws-Elwitt

unearths some literary gems.

From Feathers Left Around, by Carolyn Wells:

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Then Stella Lawrence trailed in. Stella was the sort who always trails in preference to any other means of locomotion. Though her skirts did not quite touch the ground, there were ends of chiffon, floating draperies and a long filmy scarf that trailed along the floor behind her.
Green-eyed, ash-blonde, pale, thin, willowy, she paused back of the chair of the rather robust and florid countess, well knowing the value of the contrast.
“Get away!” Countess Galaski screamed. “Get away, you and your Burne-Jonesiness! I can’t stand the comparison!”

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At which he good-naturedly smiled and continued his still hunt for special finds which he could buy for a song and sell for a chorus.

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“Oh, fiddle-dee-dee!” cried the Countess.

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Miss Dwyer wore a hat with one stiff, black quill feather. When she spoke emphatically, as she almost always did, this feather nodded sharply and seemed to punctuate her speech.
[I'm sure I've seen something like that before, but it's always good.]

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"Why, if she told me all the lies in the catalogue,—or wherever lies grow,—it would make no difference in my feelings toward her!"
***
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August 14, 2026 (permalink)


Jonathan Caws-Elwitt

unearths some literary gems.

From Collected Parodies, by J. C. Squire:

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"Zeno, 'a lamp-post without a lamp.'"
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Bonus name: Clytemnestra Honk

 





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August 11, 2026 (permalink)


Jonathan Caws-Elwitt

unearths some literary gems.

From Old Friends: Essays in Epistolary Parody, by Andrew Lang:

Every fancy which dwells much with the unborn and immortal characters of Fiction must ask itself, Did the persons in contemporary novels never meet?  In so little a world their paths must often have crossed, their orbits must have intersected, though we hear nothing about the adventure from the accredited narrators....Most of those delightful sets of old friends, the Dickens and Thackeray people, might well have met, though they belonged to very different worlds.
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August 9, 2026 (permalink)


Jonathan Caws-Elwitt

unearths some literary gems.

From Friends of Mr. Sweeney, by Elmer Davis:



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August 7, 2026 (permalink)


Jonathan Caws-Elwitt

unearths some literary gems.

From The Penciled Frown, by James Gray:

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Her attitude was paradoxically one of animated inattention.

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"I won the Somebody-or-other prize for this or that at art school."

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Timothy tightened his smile as though he feared to have it slip from him.

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Timothy faced the typewriter with dull resentment. Too obviously the thing had no poetry in its nature.

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Almost instinctively he looked about for something to tap with an emphatic forefinger.

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the eternal temptation of the dimly perceived

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She shrugged her shoulders, catching the movement midway as though to conserve energy.

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He covered his sheet with vacuous faces all turned to the left as though toward some Mecca of the amateur portraiteur.

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"You see, I'm something or other in disguise, going about doing good deeds."

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And turning abruptly she went out of the room and to Europe.

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"It's damn funny if you look at it that way."
[....]
Things which were damned funny if you looked at them that way continued to happen.
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August 4, 2026 (permalink)


Jonathan Caws-Elwitt

unearths some literary gems.

From Tutors' Lane, by Wilmarth Lewis:
"You mustn't get so snufty so soon."



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August 2, 2026 (permalink)


Jonathan Caws-Elwitt

unearths some literary gems.

From Advisory Ben, by E. V. Lucas:

[Bonus: The protagonist names her business "The Beck and Call," which a comical aunt malaprops as "The To and Fro," "The Hide and Seek," and "The Mind the Step."]





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July 31, 2026 (permalink)


Jonathan Caws-Elwitt

unearths some literary gems.

From Monday Morning, by Patrick Hamilton:


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