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Thursday, September 21, 2006

because I woke up to this spam e-mail in my inbox. I was going to bold the good parts, but its so chock full of goodness I wouldn't know where to begin. I implore you to read it. You will not be sorry. It will make the coins in your bead bag jingle. Please, enjoy:

Then she beganagain; Oh Miss La Trobe, I do congratulate you! And once more a huge symbolical figure emerged from thebushes. Well, if the thought gave her comfort, William and Isasmiled across her, let her think it.
It was his voice, husky andrusty, issuing from a thick black cotton-wool beard that gave himaway. On the altar of the rain-soakedearth she laid down her sacrifice. Its a good day, some say, the day we are stripped naked. Always I hear corrupt murmurs; the chink ofgold and metal.
The whole world was filled with dumb yearning. It might be true, perhaps, of theVictorians; but surely not of ourselves?
And the runners, my dear, who followed, all the way fromthe station, if one had a box.
The Chinese, you know, put a dagger on the table and thatsa battle. Sheepishly he came forward, and submitted tothe application of black side whiskers.
The little twist ofsound could have the whole of her. If shed put it all in, we should have been here tillmidnight. That was what the men shouted in the fog. Miss La Trobe leant against the tree,paralyzed. On the altar of the rain-soakedearth she laid down her sacrifice.
Besides, very likely there would be aGrand Ensemble, round the Union Jack, to end with.
The words rose and pointed a finger of scorn athim. This is death, death, death, she noted in themargin of her mind; when illusion fails.
I call upon one of the young ladies for a song. How long was she going to keep them waiting? Another interval, Dodge read out, looking at the programme. It was the primeval voice sounding loud in the ear of the presentmoment. Cobbet of Cobbs Corner; the Major; old Bartholomew;Mrs. That was what the men shouted in the fog. Darts of red and green light flashed from the rings on Mrs. Rather prettily, real swallows dartedacross the sheet. Giles supposed it was: Where theres a Willtheres a Way.
Of course, of course, she murmured, deprecating his \nseverity, andthe coins in her bead bag jingled.

posted by A Lover and a Fighter at 5:30 AM -

2 Comments:

At 11:08 PM, jess said…

Thank God the whole world is full of dumb yearning. I thought it was just me.
At 7:47 AM, Maxine Dangerous said…

That's marvelous ... and so very, very strange. :)