Writers and the Comment Section

“The more you explain it, the more I don’t understand it.”
Mark Twain


Writers and the Comment Section

We here at the Profound Bartender love it when friends and family drop a snarky comment. It is part of the process of posting blogs.

However, we wonder what it would have been like if famous writers from the past had a comment section.



Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow’d night,
Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine.

blah, blah-blah-blah, blah
b.jonson@oldglobe.uk



“No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend’s or of thine own were: any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee.”

You can ring my bell anytime.
sister.mary@vatican.rel



“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way – in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.

An entire chapter can not be one sentence, please!
editor@pickwick.pub



“A man without faith is like a fish without a bicycle.”

Oh, good one. Mind if I lift that?
g.steinem@smithcollege.edu



Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Go on and die already!
every.jealous.poet.ever@lossforwords.com



“I find it wholesome to be alone the greater part of the time. To be in company, even with the best, is soon wearisome and dissipating. I love to be alone. I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude.”

Dinner is at eight, Henry, pot roast again! Bring your laundry.
mom.thoreau@waldenspond.lit





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