mr.House's blog: Fresh news 12

Myaype! It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. I dont think its anything -- I mean, I dont think it was ever put to any use. In the morning one marched through misty, incongruous wilderness, clearings of drenched, almost English grass and naked trees where monkeys squatted in the upper branches, waiting for the sun. But a few days later Muriel, reading over the Seven Commandments to herself, noticed that there was yet another of them which the animals had remembered wrong. An extraordinary medley of feeling -- but it was not a medley, exactly; rather it was successive layers of feeling, in which one could not say which layer was undermost -- struggled inside him. He looked up. For some weeks nothing was known of her whereabouts, then the pigeons reported that they had seen her on the other side of Willingdon. The soft flesh of his shoulder quailed. Look at our schools--factories for cheap clerks.

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Friday, March 20, 2009

Fresh news 12

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