tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10178279.post4856733427938864827..comments2024-03-28T05:13:13.921-04:00Comments on Books, Inq. — The Epilogue: Sour grapes ...Frank Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18410473158808750903noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10178279.post-78457044040325542722008-03-29T19:37:00.000-04:002008-03-29T19:37:00.000-04:00E-gawds, sour gripes and, oh, the irony, the irony...E-gawds, sour gripes and, oh, the irony, the irony . . . If CELEBUFAWN appears in any dictionary, its definition would hafta be, hands down-and-dirty: "The New York Post."<BR/><BR/>Pot. Kettle. Bullshit on Toast. Gotta be the stinkiest case of PKB projection to rear its uglies in many a moonbeam. P-U/p-chuck.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com