For other men I yearn! For you I have no feelings whatsoever. All about you are generous, kind, thoughtful people, who are not like you. I can be forever happy will you let me be yours? I have no feelings whatsoever when we're apart. People who are not like you admit to being useless and inferior. I want a man who knows what love is all about. Which, I don't know, really makes you think, doesn't it? Here is a popular "Dear Jack" letter that works in much the same fundamentally pointless way: Instead of "What would you with the king?" you can have someone say in Marlowe's Edward II, "What? Would you? With the king?" The consequences of mispunctuation (and re-punctuation) have appealed to both great and little minds, and in the age of the fancy-that email a popular example is the comparison of two sentences: A woman, without her man, is nothing. It is the basis of all "I'm sorry, I'll read that again" jokes. To be fair, many people who couldn't punctuate their way out of a paper bag are still interested in the way punctuation can alter the sense of a string of words.
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