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1. The last people to recognize an office affair are the two participants.
2. If wishes were horses, Cheney would be trampled.
3. Few things so gall a late-bloomer as society's current
pre-pubescent aesthetic for women.
4. The white light of death bores like a tasteful Martha Christmas. Why not ease the passage with axons firing fuchsia?
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" 'There is a token badger, but according to tradition it is maintained by the Yeomen of Hertford Forest. It is a stuffed one, of course.'
'I suppose they let us take it on ceremonial occasions.'
'Not the actual, token badger, except on the death of the Lord Royal. Normally, you get a clip of artificial fur set in an osier staff. This is an emblem of the token.'
'In short,' said Vinson, 'what is not symbolic is emblematic?'
'Except where it is token,' agreed Channing. 'Then, it is stuffed.' "
Cards of Identity (Nigel Dennis)
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HERR KEPLER'S NOTEBOOK
Time is the bully anchor of the opposing tug-rope team.
The person with a happy home life tracks glitter through the world; the solitary person leaves snowprints.
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"The grasshopper warbler's song comes up out of the earth just as you think the day is quietening down. It has no prelude or warm-up: it starts midperformance, as if switched on by the dark, as it if has been singing like this beneath the earth until it was dark enough to come to the surface. As if, though we hardly hear it, this singing never stops."
A Year on the Wing (Tim Dee)
All writing and cartoons on this site copyright 2008-2010 Julia Martin, unless otherwise credited.
The person with a happy home life tracks glitter through the world; the solitary person leaves snowprints.
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"The grasshopper warbler's song comes up out of the earth just as you think the day is quietening down. It has no prelude or warm-up: it starts midperformance, as if switched on by the dark, as it if has been singing like this beneath the earth until it was dark enough to come to the surface. As if, though we hardly hear it, this singing never stops."
A Year on the Wing (Tim Dee)
All writing and cartoons on this site copyright 2008-2010 Julia Martin, unless otherwise credited.
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