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Malachai lowered his spectacles and took a good close look at the words before him, etched by Edison's own hands in dusty charcoal."Frenchurch talks of something called 'Bessimel'. Sounds Fascinating . . . . "
He breathed in deeply, savouring the moment. He had heard that name before. Somewhere in his notes about Penny. Something about an army of mandrills. Surely there was some connection.
Maybe Edison's predictions were true. Maybe a man called Lynskey would one day play some small part in the building of dam, recovering around eight acres of land from the sea and giving homes to over thirty five people. Just maybe he was right.
Penny poked her head around the door, startling Malachai.
"Mal, dear, it's a telegram. A telegram from Doctor Ferriere".
-- Lynskey (paul@daymaker.freeserve.co.uk), May 28, 2002
Jesus, don't you people ever give it a rest? Drivel, drivel, drivel. Go for a walk or something.
-- Ormskirk Liberation Front (mike.morris@anthro.ox.ac.uk), May 29, 2002.
Now now, Mike. If the man wants to write his bad novel online, just let him. We don't have to proofread it for him or anything (thank god).I do think it's a particularly cheapskate form of vanity publishing though.
-- Sue Denim (s.denim@arseholesonline.com), May 29, 2002.
the same dr. ferriere who lodged an eccles cake in his derriere? i have the courants from that confection cased in lucite -- lovely reflection. the good dr. lived, but it was a rough vivisection. when inserting an eccles cake, use heavy guage protection.
-- hurley (michel@tcn.org), May 29, 2002.
Just been for a walk. It was lovely. I'm sorry, what was the question?
-- Matt (Matt@coastaltown.freeserve,co.uk), May 29, 2002.
The question is apparent. All else is suppliment. I await your answer in total silence.
-- Lynksey (paul@daymaker.freeserve.com), May 29, 2002.