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A nonadmirer once described the writings of Thomas Carlyle as “the history of silence in thirty volumes by Mr. Wordy.” But Carlyle was a dry well next to the 3000-barrels-a-day prosifiers who regale us today. What ever happened to the simple declarative sentence? Now it can be told.