I was recently at a party and found myself talking to a linguist and he told me that we had been pronouncing komik’c-ed incorrectly but that it meant pretty much what my mother claimed it meant.
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‘Feelings can be very obscure but numbers never lie.’
Kevin Brazil on metrics, obsession and fitness.
‘An intense workout is an ecstasy of punishment packaged as self-improvement.’
Mary Wellesley on exercise, ritual and Barry’s Bootcamp.
‘I was not good at sports because I would not do sports because I did not have the body for sports because I would not do sports.’
Saba Sams on girlhood, embodiment and avoiding sports.
‘Following United rarely brings me any great joy and most often it depresses me. If I could disengage, I would.’
Jonny Thakkar on Manchester United.
‘I deployed my body against an opponent like a blunt and effective instrument.’
John Patrick McHugh on playing Gaelic football.
Joy Williams is the author of eleven books, including the novel State of Grace, a finalist for the 1974 National Book Award for Fiction, The Quick and the Dead, shortlisted for the 2001 Pulitzer Prize for Fiction, and the book of essays, Ill Nature: Rants and Reflections on Humanity and Other Animals, a finalist for the 2001 National Book Critics Circle Award for Criticism.
More about the author →‘She remembered being happy off and on that day, and then looking at things and finding it all unkind.’
‘We went directly out of the theatre and into the streets, my mother weeping on the little usher's arm.’
Fiction by Joy Williams.
‘She was Some Pig. Her eggs easily incorporated the human genetic code. All her piglets were star patents.’
‘As regards to life it is much the best to think that the experiences we have are necessary for us.’
‘Off in the distance, the landlords laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed!’
An excerpt from the new novel by Sasha Fletcher.
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