Even the Cock-lane ghost had been laid only a round dozen of years, after rapping out its messages, as the spirits of this very year last past (supernaturally deficient in originality) rapped out theirs.
2 Even the Cock-lane ghost had been laid only a round dozen of years, after rapping out its messages, as the spirits of this very year last past (supernaturally deficient in originality) rapped out theirs.
In 1916 he created the cockroach Archy, who banged out free verse on Marquis's typewriter at night, minus capital letters because he wasn't strong enough to press the shift key.
I think I'd always had this idea that a writer would sit down and be visited by the muse and then tap out this kind of incredible and then somebody would kind of come along and, you know, spell check it.