The quick and the furtive

"Quick, furtive glances..." how over-used is that? (11,699 times too many, to be exact -- according to Google's .15-second estimation, at this exact moment.)

I just espied it in a book dated 1926. This one goes so far as to expound on "quick, furtive": "About midway on the bridge she paused, casting quick, furtive glances to the right and to the left."

I'm not sure what other directions Furtive would look. At least the sentence/paragraph didn't end with elipses...

"... with a quick, spasmodic movement."

Stephen King would be so unimpressed.

Speaking of which (yet having absolutely nothing to do with it), yesterday, while waiting for soccer to begin, I remarked:

"Oh, look how pretty-ly the rain is falling... in pretty veils of pretty, soft and dancing rain-ness..." Or something like that. I was feeling happy. And the bright (and real) soccer field lights were making the rain unusually visible. At night.

To which _some_ male _one_ replied:

"That sounds so gay."

To which I replied:

"Uh, no, actually, it just sounds like a girl."

Maybe he forgot that I _am_ a girl, aherm.

On the other hand (since I'm sure there was another one, to begin with), when someone else suggested that smacking scooter-users on their helmets could be a fun way to ride through town, on a scooter, I readily and whole-heartedly agreed.

Maybe I'm not much of a girl after all, sigh...

"... hair, tossed wantonly about by the sporting breeze..."

I like sporting things!

Stephen King-style tsks aside, I might actually enjoy this book. :D

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Okay, fine, I guess if I'm gonna go any further, it won't be because of the (cruelly-un-Spartan) language... Breathe in. Breathe out. Over it. Ready!

And the moral of that is--"Over-use is a decades-long tradition."