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From: Jasper Nguyen
Subject: hotcake
Date: Fri, 15 Sep 2006 18:25:52 +1200

They werechildren of one idea and not each one a variation upon it. There was a smooth quality in her voice that soothed him.
It was a matter-of-factstatement with no scorn in it. Yet Anthony read in one Nicole, Dieu est la Diable,cest-la toute la religion. Always to the west wasthe blue flash from tables of sea. Years afterwards he had but to repeat the formula and the scenewould rise before him.
It was impossible to tell whence he hailed.
In Cochin Chinathey allow fish to rot upon the roofs and from this they make saucefor their dishes. Attention, said Toussaint, thirty-four bolts of prime Manilahemp.
They were congratulatinghim; already beginning to chaffer and bargain.
Or they threw worm-eaten tomes at one another.
The embers of the dyingcharcoal looked at her with small red eyes. The Covenanters aswell as the Jacobites were represented.
All were in words, all weretherefore about something. There was a smooth quality in her voice that soothed him. They answered the birds in shrill mockery together.
White oxen ploughed and lowed plaintively. From behind, the happy faces of Angela and Anthony seemed tomock at famine and the passer-by. The pack-saddle rested in turn upon a broad scarlet pad.
Their dismal expectation of the inevitable aroused his pity, andyet it was ludicrous. It corresponded to the new and real experienceshe was having. Watch wi yer ain eyes and see what happens. Something would remind him of something bettersomewhere else.
There was a difference thenbetween men, which had something to do with all of these things. Miltons Italian poems first attracted him, then theLatin.
The voyages of ships were traced out on the mapand globe.
He would sigh and take another glass of port.
It made theItalian operas which he later went to hear at Livorno with VincentNolte seem ridiculous. Let him educate his taste and smell in teas, wines,and spices.
In his muffled basket a cock hailed a false dawn. Then they would be home, cries of hungryacclamation following them along the street.
All of these, with an infinite variety of dialect, heheard in daily use all about him. They answered the birds in shrill mockery together.

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