This book is, as its subtittle indicates, a celabration of the astoundishing things people come off with when, unbenounced to them, they get a cog in the works, and something throws a kink into the monkey wrench. The problem seems to be is that at some point, while their mind is off groping with the issues, their tounge gets off the tangent, and heads off on quite a different tact of its own, and they wind up splirting out with a thoroghly snargled-up version of what had initionally been in their foreminds. As one put it, “My mouth starts going before my brain is ready to spit it out”. Or as another exclained: “What on earth was I thinking?!  Its almost like my brain has a mind of it’s own!”

The creativity that perveates these confutious products of the unconscious mind is truely bindmoggling. They come in a mulplicity of shapes, sizes, and kinds, running the gamlet from

• Insiduous subtleties that you probably won’t even notise unless you put them in your thinking cap and smoke on them for a while, through
• Twiddly little blips and infantismal missteps, many of them just a tadge off normal but almost too padestrian to bother with, to
• Indiosynchratic oddities, quite definent and ovbious bloops, all the way to
• Completely absurved weirdities that jump out from somewhere in the fourth demention and hit you between the headlights and the sledgehammer.

There’s something for a little bit of everyone here.

Many blurpers, to be sure, amount to little more than errant noncense, betraining their orgins in shipshod thinking, writing, or pronounciation, and owning their perservation to sloopy proffreading. These, it might beheld, do not even rise to the dignity of blunderhood, and may do little more than great on your eyes or ears. But in the best examplars the magnled pharse not only catches you off surprise; it also puts the nail on the head a grade eel more elequently then the expected wording would of. Another words, these are words that fit like a shoe that fits like a glove. Sometimes it seems like some sort of extra-century perception must be at work, to produce such coups-de-force.