Oliver Wolcott Gibbs (March 15, 1902 – August 16, 1958) was an editor, humorist, parodist, drama critic, and short story writer for The New Yorker magazine from 1927 until his death.
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- They are detached from the language and inflated like little balloons.
- On the pretentious words used by lawyers, soldiers, and literary critics, such as "luminous" and "taut." Strunk & White, The Elements of Style 3rd ed. (Boston: Allyn, 1979) page 83.
- Backward ran sentences until reeled the mind... Where it all will end, knows God!