Would you
want to read any more of Rainbow
Gliding Hawk and the Last Stand of the Patriarch by Doug Lambeth after encountering the
first page of the first chapter?
But I can’t really
respond to either of them at the moment, at least until Dirk Fender stops
vomiting on my shoes. Thank God they’re rentals.
The next gem is from The
Wayward Comrade and the Commissars, by Yurii Karlovich Olesha:
How pleasant my life is. Ta-ra. Ta-ra. My
bowels are elastic. Ra-ta-ta. Ta-ra-ree. My juices flow within me. Ra-tee-ta.
Doo-da-da. Contract, guts, contract. Tram-ba-ba-boom!
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