The Goodbye Spam
Braut was lecturing Fran as though she were a rather small seminar. The last refuge, in this Fordized world, of personal dignity. Fran, for once in her life, wanted to go to bed.
Oh, they can be charming; they kiss the hand, they remember your birthday, they send flowers. He had scarcely finished when she volleyed, "Oh, its too utterly impossible!" He wasn't going to encourage Fran by giving her an example! "Why, of course we have been, and we'll go on being so!" Well, anyway, I picked out Willy didn't I? No one since he had left Zenith had shown so comforting an interest in him.
Here a few weeks back, when we were in Vienna, I picked up Martin and waded through it. They look insignificant and fuzzy, like Professor Braut, or dry and spindling. They are a funny mix lot, but all speak English, and I wanted to meet different kinds. Asia and Africa do not think that human life, and the sweetness of human life, matter. Isn't it worthwhile really knowing ONE European city? But just now he seemed sufficiently afraid of getting mixed up.
A drink or two, and a jolly bunch do loosen me up. I do love you for wanting to produce something individual and lasting. As a matter of fact, it was probably a good thing.
There was, at table and over coffee in the drawing-room, ever so much more conversation. Kurt looked at them miserably, as though he was wondering what he could do to reconcile them. The Baroness was a slim, slight girl with beautiful ankles and curly shingled hair. He tried to remember just where she had got this admirable dissertation on feminism. He wasn't going to encourage Fran by giving her an example, either!
She said affectionately, "Yes, more motors darling!" I wish I hadn't given up thirty years to motor-cars. My guess is that it all comes from the tradition that Europeans started a hundred years ago. He stroked her hair. He said, more tenderly and intimately than for a long while, "I was beastly." But I get so very much tired of having my good Theodor make love to every woman he meets!
She must feel that his work, or his beautiful lack of work, is more important than she is.
But we'll put it off, the way we've BEEN putting it off, if we wait till tomorrow. And I have done the job that was first at hand. I don't pretend to know everything, even about autos. We were going out to see Brandenburg tomorrow.
Taken from a spam message I got today. Slightly re-arranged but nothing added or removed.
- BuddhaDave
Oh, they can be charming; they kiss the hand, they remember your birthday, they send flowers. He had scarcely finished when she volleyed, "Oh, its too utterly impossible!" He wasn't going to encourage Fran by giving her an example! "Why, of course we have been, and we'll go on being so!" Well, anyway, I picked out Willy didn't I? No one since he had left Zenith had shown so comforting an interest in him.
Here a few weeks back, when we were in Vienna, I picked up Martin and waded through it. They look insignificant and fuzzy, like Professor Braut, or dry and spindling. They are a funny mix lot, but all speak English, and I wanted to meet different kinds. Asia and Africa do not think that human life, and the sweetness of human life, matter. Isn't it worthwhile really knowing ONE European city? But just now he seemed sufficiently afraid of getting mixed up.
A drink or two, and a jolly bunch do loosen me up. I do love you for wanting to produce something individual and lasting. As a matter of fact, it was probably a good thing.
There was, at table and over coffee in the drawing-room, ever so much more conversation. Kurt looked at them miserably, as though he was wondering what he could do to reconcile them. The Baroness was a slim, slight girl with beautiful ankles and curly shingled hair. He tried to remember just where she had got this admirable dissertation on feminism. He wasn't going to encourage Fran by giving her an example, either!
She said affectionately, "Yes, more motors darling!" I wish I hadn't given up thirty years to motor-cars. My guess is that it all comes from the tradition that Europeans started a hundred years ago. He stroked her hair. He said, more tenderly and intimately than for a long while, "I was beastly." But I get so very much tired of having my good Theodor make love to every woman he meets!
She must feel that his work, or his beautiful lack of work, is more important than she is.
But we'll put it off, the way we've BEEN putting it off, if we wait till tomorrow. And I have done the job that was first at hand. I don't pretend to know everything, even about autos. We were going out to see Brandenburg tomorrow.
Taken from a spam message I got today. Slightly re-arranged but nothing added or removed.
- BuddhaDave
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You are under-assigned.
-heather
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