'neutral genres presuppose something like an identity of the addressee and the speaker, a unity of their viewpoints, but this identity and unity are purchased at the price of almost complete forfeiture of expression'

'This whole does indeed present edifices to my eye, but only in ruins.'

'josh sometimes i feel like yr. only interested in *anything* methodologically'

On the bus tonight I was accosted by a drunken co-ed Twins fan. After she called me a hater and played with my beard, I patted her on the back and she was diverted elsewhere in her drunken mania.

'Besides, he does not need food, but I do.'

A characteristic final sentence.

You know who I blame? The system!

I have a new bag which closes with large velcro straps and which are resoundingly, conspicuously loud. Tonight on the bus as I opened it a little boy sitting in front of me turned around, affecting an adultish look that said something like: what you have there is quite interesting to me.

A man boarded the bus tonight and proceeded to pick his nose in a vacant, agitated way, not at all covertly inspecting each find before he ate it. On his way down the aisle when leaving, he lightly touched three of the handrails.