by Jonathan Swift
See this book? I totally gave up on this book. I gave it 100 pages. And on the 100th page, I said to myself, "Self? This book is boring. This book makes fun of 18th century English politics. You know nothing of 18th century English politics. It's time to put it away. 'Sides, since you started reading this book, some three weeks ago, you've been using too many commas. That, and, your sentences, they run on and on, like four marathons, on a cool brisk Saturday, in the spring time, after a rain storm, and the flowers have bloomed."