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It isn't that I mind reading samples or looking for new talent. But on a given afternoon, I'd prefer not to be demoralized by the stupefyingly bad prose I encounter even when there are no typos or grammatical errors. It's like being stuck in a house full of Victoriana and hearing about how the owner's daughter is channeling Sarah Bernhardt, or getting trapped at a dog show and listening to description after description of the attitudes of very special Affenpinschers. "Georgie Girl certainly knows how to strut and pose!"
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