Nonetheless, Harding won a presidential election -- and a measure of pathetic admiration for his tortuous and tortured prose. "The only man, woman, or child," e. e. cummings remarked one sad day in 1923, "whoever wrote a simple declarative sentence with seven grammatical errors is dead."
["He writes the worst English that I have ever encountered," Mencken declared on another occasion. "It is so bad that a sort of grandeur creeps into it. It reminds me of a string of wet sponges; it reminds me of tattered washing on the line; it reminds me of stale bean soup, of college yells, of dogs barking idiotically through endless nights."]