June 1st, 2004 · No Comments
by Booksquare

Like most of our kind, we love words. We especially love “just right” words — especially when they pop into our heads when needed, not three or four days later. It’s easy enough to guess what usually happens. We also love Scrabble — the thrill of forcing those little letters into a word is exquisite. Of course, the last time we played, our mother and sister got a bit huffy…something about our lack of competitive spirit. What about the part where our contributions to the game were a perfectly formed haiku? Doesn’t that count for something? This week, the Guardian learns that working with words isn’t quite the same as racking up points.

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