Lunar Follies

JULES VERNE

A cluster (bunch) of disparate items (things) some of them words, and nothing else but words, HUDDLE(S) in the corner LIKE smokers outside a building. So crack (expert) JOURNALISTS often (more times than you can shake a stick at) WRITE. The things (items) pretend to be art, but they are, essentially, a bunch (cluster) of shit (crap). “We’ll see about that!” one thing (smoker) notes, apparently from among (amid) the disparate items (buildings), for all (everybody else) to see.

Jules Verne, Les aventures du Capitaine Maison, 1864