The varied, flavorful appetizers at the literary picnic; works of shortfiction that are easily digestible and can be enjoyed as satiation unto themselves or stir the hunger to become but the invitation for one to truly gorge oneself, to eat oneself into a place where words are the pieces of dreams.
Ever since Tiia had quit smoking she had filled her 15 minute breaks from the retail floor by readingtwo or three nanovellas under the alcove behind the store.
Fogey/fogy /fougi/ sl. (early 18C+, orig. Scot) old-fashioned, stuck-in-the mud.
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
You think me an old fogeyand an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I saw three generations since O’Connel’s time. I remember the famine. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the union twenty years before O’Connel did or before the prelates of your communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things. (James Joyce, Ulysses. Penguin Books,1992. p. 38)