I’ve always been a sucker for long sentences. This doesn’t mean that I’m overly obsessed by them. Even short ones do have their place. I think I prefer them. You might, too.
But a long sentence — one able to rise to the complicated challenge of a new journey — merits clear regard if without sacrificing speed it happily sweeps us along over the last bumpy road toward home, like riding with John Wayne as he pulls into Dodge City, gets down, casually ambles over to get a bourbon, and says, “Howdy, boys. What do y’all do here for fun?” I mean old Texas tumbleweeds really do roll.
I’ve always been a sucker for long sentences. This doesn’t mean that I’m overly obsessed by them. Even short ones do have their place. I think I prefer them. You might, too.
But a long sentence — one able to rise to the complicated challenge of a new journey — merits clear regard if without sacrificing speed it happily sweeps us along over the last bumpy road toward home, like riding with John Wayne as he pulls into Dodge City, gets down, casually ambles over to get a bourbon, and says, “Howdy, boys. What do y’all do here for fun?” I mean old Texas tumbleweeds really do roll.