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William Theodore Van Doren. Stony Point, Albemarle County, Va. Oil on paper, 16 x 20.
Without meaning to, editorial demon Aime Ballard-Wood corrected me today on my post from Sunday about the overuse of what I was calling ‘exclamation marks’. After writing to me about yesterday’s post on the World Series (she commented, “Afternoon baseball: Hell yeah!” and I replied, “I was feeling like a lonely lunatic!”), Aime said, “Did you have to think about that exclamation point?”
Point? Not mark?
(My response, incidentally, was to give her my best Rex Harrison: They’re second nature to me now/ Like breathing out and breathing in ...)
When I asked Aime about it, she said:
I’ve always said, and I quite like, exclamation point. I like it so much that I refuse to try to look it up.
It fell to me to do the grueling work. So after three minutes I came up with:
Exclamation point/mark? Chicago [The Chicago Manual of Style – online here, although I was referring to the print edition on my shelf] uses only ‘point’, dumb as rocks Wikipedia leads with ‘marks’ – that alone lends a lot of weight to points, as does the preponderance of ‘marks’ via Google. I liked the sound of marks but will have to go with points.
So I went to my post from Sunday and changed it. Evidence of my Exclamation Mark Period [sic?] is already being covered over by the shifting cybersands.
We ended our discussion as follows.
BILL: Doesn’t it suck that we’re doing this when we should be watching October afternoon baseball?
AIME [exclaims]: Yes!