You know, for no apparent reason, something in the newspaper does not strike you as ironic, annoying, sarchastic. It just gets through the thick layer of cynicism. Today's arrow:“We thought he was going to get back in the big red car, ‘Toot Toot, Chugga, Chugga,’ ” Mr. Field added, evoking the band’s signature anthem, which they often sing while riding onstage in, naturally, a customized red convertible. “It didn’t happen.”
From: Hush, Mama, Don’t You Cry, a New Yellow Wiggle Will Sing, NYT, 12.4.2006
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