Dabbler
celebrates the magical mystery of the semicolon and bravely admits to
having no idea how to use those sophisticated-looking punctuation marks:
I live in fear of being called out on
my inappropriate use of the majestic semicolon, that someone will
notice it and realize that I do not even have a grade school-level
education in punctuation and grammar. Sure, I may have nearly gone to
the National Spelling Bee when I was 11, but I cannot form a proper
sentence.
[ . . .]
In the end, however, I think I would prefer it if no one spoils the
mystery for me. I will sleep more easily at night (The Guy Snoring
Above Me notwithstanding) knowing that there is yet a little magic in
the world, something I cannot explain.
