Truman Capote could craft a sentence. For example, this one from "Children on Their Birthdays":Before storms, leaves and flowers appear to burn with a private light, color, and Miss Bobbit, got up in a little white skirt like a powderpuff and with stripes of gold-glittering tinsel ribboning her hair, seemed, set against the darkening all around, to contain this illuminated quality.Anyway, now I've started reading Kenneth Burke's A Rhetoric of Motives. I've been alternating between fiction and non-fiction. My first impression of this work is that Burke's plainly political commentary is a very pleasant surprise.
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