Mister Fweem's Blog: Grammar Nazi, Red-Faced

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Grammar Nazi, Red-Faced

Once in a while, I take something from my blog and paste it into a private journal, because I believe some writing fills multiple functions, and sometimes I'm pretty damn lazy in writing in my private journal.

I should do it more often because it helps me find the typos. I have since gone through yesterday's post on Max Hastings' book and fixed the glaring errors. Hopefully it won't make you wince now as you read it. At least the structure won't make you wince. Maybe the content will.

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