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“In French printer's jargon, cliche (which mimicked the sound of a mold striking molten metal) was a synonym for stereotype, which in turn evolved from the Greek for "solid impression." A stereotype was a printing plate that duplicated typography and that was used by the printer in lieu of the original. So a cliche is a word or phrase used over and over again in lieu of the original.”

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Sin and Syntax: How to Craft Wickedly Effective Prose

Sin and Syntax is a book that delves into the intricacies of language, offering practical advice on crafting effective and engaging writing. It explores various aspects of grammar and syntax, providing readers with tools to enhance their writing skills and produce more impactful prose. more

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Constance Hale
Constance Hale

Constance Hale, born on June 5, 1957, is an American writer known for her unique style and profound insights into language, particularly in the genres of writing guides and rhetoric. more

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