"This bit of denunciation, worthy of Alexander Pope, took her maybe an hour. Earlier, it might have been half an hour, but the chemo really took it out of her." (HT:FP)

http://www.commentarymagazine.com/article/my-sister-rachel/

My Sister Rachel

John Podhoretz — July 2013

"She wrote mostly in anger, enraged at people she believed hated the United States and knew hated Israel, disgusted by Islamist misogyny and contemptuous of feminist misandry. She was not merely politically incorrect; she simply discarded all nicety. But the prose she constructed around those feelings was ornate and so rich in arch ironies that it often took several readings to get it all in. Of a certain writer at a Washington magazine for whom she had particular contempt, she took to verse:

Oh blithersome couturier of wordifactious spewage,
Your loathsome predilection for effluxicating brewage
Has found its proper gallery in hurricanus sewage.

Oh odious splendiferatious tonguer of all piety,
Ambassador-at-very-large for platitudiniety,
Your prosody’s ontology’s all Sartric nullibiety.

It’s thus we say, with due respect, and many years’
             assizing:
Oh, literary colporteur, the words of your devising
Appear to land upon the page without palpable revising.

This bit of denunciation, worthy of Alexander Pope, took her maybe an hour. Earlier, it might have been half an hour, but the chemo really took it out of her."