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trembling joe was a formidable foe he wiggled when i wagged i feinted here he feinted there my spirit sadly sagged in a final thrust i placed my all he danced aside adroitly i fell undone he pulled a gun and winged me by the oak tree
His vision was perfect. He didn’t need them, but the fashion statement they made pleased him.
Samuel Beckett always wore his glasses like this because: a. of course. b. a combination of Ireland and France nudged him in this direction. c. crystal clarity of vision gave him the jubjubs. d. he didn’t need them.
War And Peace And A Lazy Summer Afternoon The Sound And The Fury And A Nice Cup Of Tea The Naked And The Dead And A Loaf Of Bread Gone With The Wind, Returned With The Rain From Here To Eternity And Back Again
Mrs. Parker produced the most perfect description of glamorous Ziegfeld showgirls ever with the final two words of the following sentence from her review of a show: Aside from the occasional mention, Cinderella figures only in the title and as an excuse for bringing in a colossal slipper which swings slowly apart to disclose a […]
this is a poem not about owls it’s also not about goats it’s mostly about the way cheese is made with a small offhand mention of boats oh milk oh rennin (boat)
Loon: For today’s 3 Question Interview, the Lords of the 4th Dimension have brought a mountain man named Hugh Glass who crawled a long way after fighting a bear. Mr. Glass, was the stench of the bear’s breath almost unbearable? Ghost of Hugh Glass: There might be some truth in that, though I weren’t busy […]