{"id":1499,"date":"2010-12-13T21:34:17","date_gmt":"2010-12-14T02:34:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.charleswmoore.org\/wordpress\/?p=1499"},"modified":"2010-12-13T21:42:54","modified_gmt":"2010-12-14T02:42:54","slug":"wordsmithing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.charleswmoore.org\/wordpress\/index.php\/2010\/12\/13\/wordsmithing\/","title":{"rendered":"Wordsmithing"},"content":{"rendered":"<div><strong><em>The  New Yorker<\/em><\/strong>, 25 July, 1994,  Page 82<\/div>\n<div>SHOUTS AND  MURMURS<\/div>\n<div>HOW I MET MY  WIFE<\/div>\n<div>BY JACK  WINTER<\/div>\n<div>[singlepic id=271 w=240 h=320 float=right]It had been a rough  day, so when I walked into the party I was very chalant, despite my efforts to  appear gruntled and consolate.\u00a0 I was furling my wieldy umbrella for the coat  check when I saw her standing alone in a corner.\u00a0 She was a descript person, a  woman in a state of total array.\u00a0 Her hair was kempt, her clothing shevelled,  and she moved in a gainly way.\u00a0 I wanted desperately to meet her, but I knew I&#8217;d  have to make bones about it, since I was traveling cognito.\u00a0 Beknownst to me,  the hostess, whom I could see both hide and hair of, was very proper, so it  would be skin off my nose if anything bad happened.\u00a0 And even though I had only  swerving loyalty to her, my manners couldn&#8217;t be peccable.\u00a0 Only toward and  heard-of behavior would do.\u00a0 Fortunately, the embarrassment that my maculate  appearance might cause was evitable.\u00a0 There were two ways about it, but the  chances that someone as flappable as I would be ept enough to become persona  grata or sung hero were slim.\u00a0 I was, after all, something to sneeze at, someone  you could easily hold a candle to, someone who usually aroused bridled passion.\u00a0  So I decided not to rush it. But then, all at once, for some apparent reason,  she looked in my direction and smiled in a way that I could make heads or tails  of.\u00a0 So, after a terminable delay, I acted with mitigated gall and made my way  through the ruly crowd with strong givings.\u00a0 Nevertheless, since this was all  new hat to me and I had no time to prepare a promptu speech, I was petuous.\u00a0 She  responded well, and I was mayed that she considered me a savory character who  was up to some good.\u00a0 She told me who she was.\u00a0 \u201cWhat a perfect nomer,\u201d I said,  advertently.\u00a0 The conversation became more and more choate, and we spoke at  length to much avail.\u00a0 But I was defatigable, so I had to leave at a godly  hour.\u00a0 I asked if she wanted to come with me.\u00a0 To my delight, she was  committal.\u00a0 We left the party together and have been together ever since.\u00a0 I  have given her my love, and she has requited it.<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The New Yorker, 25 July, 1994, Page 82 SHOUTS AND MURMURS HOW I MET MY WIFE BY JACK WINTER [singlepic id=271 w=240 h=320 float=right]It had been a rough day, so when I walked into the party I was very chalant, despite my efforts to appear gruntled and consolate.\u00a0 I was furling my wieldy umbrella for [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.charleswmoore.org\/wordpress\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1499"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.charleswmoore.org\/wordpress\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.charleswmoore.org\/wordpress\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.charleswmoore.org\/wordpress\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.charleswmoore.org\/wordpress\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1499"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"http:\/\/www.charleswmoore.org\/wordpress\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1499\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1505,"href":"http:\/\/www.charleswmoore.org\/wordpress\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1499\/revisions\/1505"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.charleswmoore.org\/wordpress\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1499"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.charleswmoore.org\/wordpress\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1499"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.charleswmoore.org\/wordpress\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1499"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}