mr.House's blog: Fresh news 11

She thought this brilliantly witty and flung her arms round him in delight. But they have destroyed the windmill. But he hardly noticed his surroundings. Once again some of the animals heard this with a certain bewilderment, but Squealer was soon able to convince them that their memories had been at fault. The proles are human beings, he said aloud. For days at a time the animals had nothing to eat but chaff and mangels. At this moment the music burst out with a fearful pandemonium--a strident squeal of pipes, a rattle like castanets and the hoarse thump of drums, above which a mans voice was brassily squalling. All war films. She leant forward and vomited copiously on the floor. It might be twenty-four hours since he had eaten, it might be thirty-six.

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Friday, March 20, 2009

Fresh news 11

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