December 11, 2003
Engelbrecht is a boxer by profession, and like all Surrealist boxers, he92s a dwarf who fights clocks.—Henry Farrell, on Crooked Timber. [01:18 PM]
Maybe it would have helped if I'd seen it in context. I just can't bring myself to do that, though.
I have to disagree: it's perfect, out of context.
I can't imagine a context for it, anyway. And the attempt to do so has been entertaining me ever since I read the sentence.
Actually, the context (or at least the source) is quite entertaining in its own right - there's a link in the article for when you get tired of imagining.
I thought clockfighting was illegal in most states.
Don't you think that would make a great opening line of a novel?
It's more like a pitch for a screenplay.
And in a decisive moment of the match, he grabbed his opponent and tossed it out of the ring...
To see time fly...
Time? Isn't that a tad ethereal for the sweet science? I mean, last week-- he clocked his opponent...
Don't thank the blogger, thank Maurice Richardson, who wrote _The Exploits of Engelbrecht_, originally as a series of episodes in 'Lilliput'. Not the best book ever written, but fucking close.
Chris
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