04 August 2018

Making the best of what's still around

Think of a number.

The number I ask you to imagine is, the total number of times you might expect the writer of a pop song to rhyme (in the same song, mind you) “years” with . . . “years.”  That’s right:  the cheat of rhyming a word with itself.  (And we’re not Puritans—an occasional, coy cheat is not merely permitted in the arts, it can be part of the artistry.)

So:  have you thought of your number?  Take that figure, and add to it 3 or 4.

And now, see if this matches your result:

No matter how slight the defect, it shook my sensibilities.

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