Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Martin Johnson Heade Rio de Janeiro Bay

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Went Away, ‘ the capital letters fell into place easily, ‘back in, mm, the Year of the Intimidating, mm, Porpoise. Thought everyone had forgotten about ‘em.’
‘The Librarian looked up the details for us, ‘ said the Bursar, indicating a large orangutan who was trying to blow into a party squeaker.’He also made the banana dip. I hope someone eats it soon.’
He leaned down.
‘Can I help you to some more potato salad?’ he said, in the loud deliberate voice used for talking to know what time -?’
‘Eh?’
‘What! Time?’
‘Half past nine,’ said Windle, promptly if indistinctly. ‘Well, that’s nice, ‘ said the Bursar.’It gives you the rest of the evening, er, free.’imbeciles and old people. Windle cupped a trembling hand to his ear. ‘What? What?’‘More! salad! Windle?’‘No, thank you.’‘Another sausage, then?’ ‘What?’‘Sausage!’‘They give me terrible gas all night,’ said Windle.He considered this for a moment, and then took five.‘Er,’ shouted the Bursar, ‘do you happen to

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