A SENTENCE BY KINGSLEY AMIS

March 31, 2012

His face was heavy, as if little bags of sand had been painlessly sewn into various parts of it, dragging the features away from the bones, if he still had bones in his face. Boy knew from hangovers.

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RITA TUSHINGHAM KWIZ ANSWER

March 30, 2012

In this picture, Rita, who happened to be the easiest person to hypnotize in the Western Hemisphere of the 1960s, has just read a few sentences of Svengali hypnotizing Trilby in the George DuMaurier novel. She had to be doused with several flagons of ale to bring her out of the trance.

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THE RITA TUSHINGHAM KWIZ

March 29, 2012

Rita is holding the book: a. How to Hypnotize Friends and Influence People b. How to Hypnotize Enemies and Steal Souls c. How to Hypnotize Animals and Subsequently Eat Them d. Trilby

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THE RAIN

March 28, 2012
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the rain poke in gentle eye marvelous mayhem agreed? or death

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CONFESSION

March 27, 2012
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My father was an unrepentant ptarmigan, my mother a card-carrying bat. Raised in a snowbound cave, I naturally craved justice, and found none. Therefore, it, and when I say it I mean the local death pig, behooved me. Behooved, I made my way into the world of crime via baking. I discovered soon enough that […]

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TRIFFID CROWN PRINCE

March 26, 2012

He’s that globe looking cactus dealie at the lower right. His name, 6fge5i8jn5tfe3, translates to Ron in English. And yes, your eyes deceive you not. Those are tribbles at the lower left. Maintained by the triffids in suspended animation, they have been hauled here to be reanimated and released when the actual triffid world dominance […]

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THE FIVE AGES OF MAN

March 25, 2012
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6 19 43 2 7 All other ages are useless.

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A SENTENCE BY PLUM WODEHOUSE

March 24, 2012

George passed through the ocean with the silent dignity of a torpedo. That George, ladies and gentlemen, is clearly one very fine swimmer in a story written 100 (+ or – 2) years ago.

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DAS BOOT

March 23, 2012
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Scene – Curtain up reveals ready room of Admiral’s flagship. The Admiral, a grim visaged chipmunk, is seated. Facing him, standing stiff at attention is as fine a chipmunk as ever sailed the seven seas. Admiral: At ease, Captain. Report. Captain: Yes, sir. She’s almost ready. Admiral: Almost isn’t good enough, Captain. You must have […]

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NOT HAWING

March 22, 2012
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a hem ahem ant hem anthem

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