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I will write you letters which I will never send , I will write you poems which you will never read, I will tell stories about you which you will never know , I will miss you and break a little and you will have no idea , it’s funny how sometimes we can love and die over someone so silently.
—  Kriti.G
He writes the worst English I have ever encountered. It reminds me of a string of wet sponges; it reminds me of tattered washing on the line; it reminds me of stale bean soup, of college yells, of dogs barking idiotically through endless nights. It is so bad that a sort of grandeur creeps into it. It drags itself out of a dark abysm…of pish, and crawls insanely up the topmost pinnacle of posh. It is rumble and bumble. It is flap and doodle. It is balder and dash.
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H.L. Mencken, on President Warren G. Harding, Baltimore Evening Sun, March 7, 1921.

I wish H.L. Mencken was here to analyze Donald Trump. I’m certain he would find no grandeur in him.