Witty essay by seventeen-year-old writer! Such tender years, yet such control of prose, such a brilliant concept: sound of us applauding.
Gerunds okay, apparently. And, thank God, articles. No need for sounding like Yakov Smirnoff on a bad day.
But then, the appearance of doubt: Seventeen-year-old genius -- or Hollywood hack, perhaps dialogue-writer for Yoda?
Possible. Even so, our approval of concept. Consideration: production of entire verbless chapter possible?
If so, maybe not much of an audience. Opinions?
