mr.House's blog: Fresh news 47

OBrien took the decanter by the neck and filled up the glasses with a dark-red liquid. Inside, the Club was a teak-walled place smelling of earth-oil, and consisting of only four rooms, one of which contained a forlorn library of five hundred mildewed novels, and another an old and mangy billiard-table--this, however, seldom used, for during most of the year hordes of flying beetles came buzzing round the lamps and littered themselves over the cloth. This is the one Im really proud of. And when the others came back from looking for her, it was to find that the stable-lad, who in fact was only stunned, had already recovered and made off. Theyre disappointed because they couldnt go to see the hanging, thats what it is. They had lost their way on a community hike somewhere in Kent. Whenever you look closely at the art of these Eastern peoples you can see that--a civilization stretching back and back, practically the same, into times when we were dressed in woad. He felt certain that OBrien was about to twist the dial out of sheer wantonness. That was stupid. And thank you EVER so much.

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Thursday, April 2, 2009

Fresh news 47

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