Apparently I write like James Joyce. Impressive, eh? Or Daniel Defoe. Still pretty distinguished. Or H P Lovecraft. Or Ray Bradbury. Or (spare us) Dan Brown, even if my own style is slightly less… how can I put it… lucrative.
Basically the more samples you feed the gadget the less it can decide. One is such a profound literary enigma.
Thursday, 5 August 2010
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