John Updike’s impressive sentences
We are all so assimilated. Last Saturday, Hope was watching the evening news and the newscaster instead of Tom Brokaw was a perfectly stunning young woman, light topaz eyes as far apart as a kitten’s, sharp-cornered wide mouth pronouncing everything with a perfect rapid inflection, more American than American, crisper, a touch of that rapid barking voice of the thirties gangster films and romantic comedies, and when she signed off her name wasn’t even Greek, it was more like Turkish, …