– Giving me pleasure.
– Giving me pause.
– Giving me the giggles:
When I was an editor, there was a freelance writer working for the paper who had a strange inability to jump to the chase. If you assigned him a piece on, say, a gallery opening of an artist/blacksmith around town, he’d feel compelled to use the lede of his article to elucidate the history of iron through the ages, pausing with reverence at the moment when man first harnessed the power of fire, until, about word 1200, just as you were thinking, “F–k, I never knew that about smelting,” he’d get to an actual review of the exhibit.
Funny thing is, I sympathize completely with both editrice Carrie and that unidentified writer.