Each of the following is an original pangram or alphabetic sentence: that is, each sentence uses all twenty-six letters of the English alphabet.

Extremely zealous journalists vowed to pick up the quaint engraving of a crab.

Equality is a fuzzy notion, but such axioms have always presupposed our being hep to the jive, Jack.

I am in a quandary: I should like to fight back, but I am puzzled as to how to deal with his javelin and his axe.

Each step into the quagmire further dampened her zeal for every kind of jewelry box.

After consulting the best references and rejecting all their suggestions, we decided to name him Kpqvxyz.

The sentences below cover a wide range of subjects from the mundane to the surreal, but they all share one interesting property. You will probably have little trouble guessing what it is; but the answer will be printed below the metaphorical fold, along with the source of the quotations.

The lazy horses gave a quick jerk which broke the axle and hurled the farmer upon his head.

He was puzzled to know how to coax the brave juggler to some quiet spot away from the platform.

One of the boys quickly threw the large javelin beyond the maximum distance and won the prize.

The zealous student became quite exhausted and dizzy before the journey through the park was half over.

The jury quickly agreed upon a verdict and all expect the musical zealot will be given a heavy fine.

In consequence of his love of luxury the wealthy jeweler did not join in the craze to climb the high mountain peaks.

Four jovial sailors went to the quizzical captain on the deck and asked him to give them leave of absence for sixty days.

Few men could be more jolly than our new acquaintance until he saw his clerk puzzling over the columns of the stock exchange.

Though still dizzy the injured chauffeur who wore a quaint crimson cloak gave an exact description of the vanishing automobile.

A large quantity of heavily glazed jars was taken out of the burning building by two policemen and a tax collector.

The firemen thought it would jeopardize many lives if they did not acquaint the inmates of the extreme danger of the falling bricks.

All the expenses of publishing the jokes in the columns of the daily press were borne by the queer old man whose zeal never flagged.

Many unjust laws allow bold knaves to exist in high places and acquire great influence with which they dazzle the eyes of the people.

The poor cabman many times expressed his thanks to the judge for his kindness and said he would return with the zebra as soon as his quest was over.

He was at the zenith of his power when the officials began making an inquiry in regard to his prejudice against the single tax movement.

Next day they were all equally amazed to see the grizzled veteran enter the ranks and march from the barracks to join in the parade.

Several of the boys had torn their jackets before they realized the wisdom of taking an axe to chop away the branches at the edge of the quarry.

One of the men at the zoo had just recovered from an attack of smallpox when an urgent request for his removal was made by the park commissioner.

In my remarks tonight I shall extemporize briefly upon my views of a subject equally dear to the hearts of-us all.

If you wish to move up and join the ranks of the experts, you should be sure to work with zeal, keeping your fingers quite close to the keys and hitting the keys with a low lift of the hands.

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It is a common game in literary criticism to trace a writer’s influences. Sometimes the game degenerates into accusations of plagiarism on the part of the critics, and on the other hand many writers are embarrassed to admit that they were influenced at all by any other writer.

But all writers are influenced by other writers. It is impossible for most people to learn to write without learning to read (we recall a notable exception in one Barnstable Bear), and what one has read will invariably shape what one writes. All the great works of literary art have been put together by authors who had read other books and learned from them. Often those authors have deliberately taken another author as a model or inspiration, and that is not plagiarism: it is simply literature at work.

Since an early reader of Fidessa asked about Dr. Boli’s influences, he is happy to mention three writers whose works he had in mind when he was writing it. They are Edmund Spenser, Henry James, and J. M. G. Le Clézio. If you imagine a story written by those three men in collaboration, you should have a very good idea of what kind of reading experience awaits you with Fidessa.

Fidessa is the story of young Adam and the three women in his life: his best friend, his new love interest, and the enigmatic and impossibly attractive artist Fidessa, who may be something more than human. Fidessa is painting Adam’s portrait; but as she grows more and more manipulative, it becomes clear that her real work is not the image on the canvas, but Adam’s life itself.

This is a haunting tale of obsession—funny, harrowing, thought-provoking, and possibly even allegorical, and told with the subtlety and wit Dr. Boli’s readers have come to expect. With The Crimes of Galahad and The Emperor, it is destined to take its place as one of the foremost literary works of our age—both on its own merits and because, honestly, what’s the competition?

We promised this for April, but here it is a day early.

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This is from the general preface to a series of books—reprints of important works of Indian history and philosophy—called Bhavan’s Book University. The volume we consulted was published in 1958, and it is comforting to realize that academics have always meant the same thing when they claim to be getting explicit. They mean that they are about to say something so vague that it eludes all attempts at argument in the same way a thick fog slips through a chain-link fence.

The objectives for which the Bhavan stands are the re-integration of the Indian culture in the light of modern knowledge and to suit our present-day needs and the resuscitation of its fundamental values, in their pristine vigour.

Let me make our goal more explicit:

We seek the dignity of man, which necessarily implies the creation of social conditions which would allow him freedom to evolve along the lines of his own temperament and capacities; we seek the harmony of individual efforts and social relations, not in any make-shift way, but within the frame-work of the Moral Order; we seek the creative art of life, by the alchemy of which human limitations are progressively transmuted, so that man may become the instrument of God, and is able to see Him in all and all in Him.

What the general editor really means is “We seek donors who are generous and trusting so that we can keep making a living rummaging in old books,” which is a worthy goal, but not likely to succeed when stated explicitly.

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“The painter works with light, but the shadows give the light its character. Most painters begin with the dark colors, and layer on the lights. But I prefer to work in the opposite direction. When I begin, the canvas is white—the color of pure light. Each stroke of the brush is, in a manner of speaking, a shadow. I make my art by taking away light. When I say that I work with light, therefore, I really ought to say that I work against light.” She gave him one of her enigmatic smiles. “I am an angel of darkness.”

The new novel by H. Albertus Boli, coming in April from Serif Press.

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