AN EPIC NOVEL OF THE AGED

September 16, 2014

WINDED, BUT NOT GONE

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3 SETUPS

September 14, 2014

1. ‘Show Mr. Peabody into the library, please,’ repeated the insane woman clad in rags time and time again.

2. He suffers, I fear, from a severe case of permanent adolescence.

3. She was so full of herself that she overflowed onto others.

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SEPTEMBER MORN

September 13, 2014

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THE GANDHI DANCE STUDIO KWIZ ANSWER

September 12, 2014

The skill and passion combined in Gandhi’s tango were unsurpassed.

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THE GANDHI DANCE STUDIO KWIZ

September 11, 2014

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When Gandhi opened his dance studio in Tempe, Arizona, :

a. people were taken aback.

b. the waiting list to join was lengthy.

c. although the usual dances were taught, Gandhi specialized in the tango.

d. some thought he’d gone dhoti and needed a rest.

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AN AGONY OF ECSTACY

September 10, 2014

a pleasure gone too far

i.e. consumption of an entire pie at one sitting.

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CHORUS GIRLS

September 9, 2014
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On a grubby roof in Los Angeles circa 1930, 9 chorus girl roommates take turns pounding each other impishly to wind down from a long sweaty day at the studio spent fending off various wise guy lotharios.

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ADMISSION

September 8, 2014

The real me is a construct built of ephemeral words. Pay no attention to that flesh thing walking around.

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THE LOST MINE

September 6, 2014

robot helm

The wind rushes at you, bending the sagebrush, throwing dust. Eyes to the ground, gripping your hat with your left hand, you watch your boots shuffle forward. You steer for the ravine waiting between the low hills at the far side of the flatland. If the map is right, and you know it is, the lost mine is as good as found. You reach the ravine, and the boulder is there, exactly as it should be. You moisten your lips, squeeze the crowbar in your right hand, and advance to the task. Strain and struggle to find the leverage. Finally, up and over, the boulder rolls aside, revealing the hole. Down you go, eager. You strike a match. There she is. You die.

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A SENTENCE BY SUSAN HILL

September 5, 2014

The past we carry with us forever into the present and that is enough to contend with.

Word, you ever unnamed 2nd Mrs. de Winter in the sequel to Daphne Du Maurier’s Rebecca.

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