Seems as if we’ll receive a few more email scams from the same source until IT clamps down. Meanwhile, today’s excessive verbiage feels somehow different from yesterday’s:
ourtyard of the temple is shown. at the back is the have you een up to since i saw you last?” he asked at pages danced, ontinuing their song; they wound in and out of one another, seemed that e had never eaten anything so delicious as the beefsteak aux
Feels more like fiction than Eliot or Kerouac. My thoughts incline to a early 20th Century English novel of dismal quality set in late 19th Century Colonial India. Perhaps in the manner of Forster.
His Lordship continued, “In this sepia photographic image the courtyard of the temple is shown. At the back is the-”
Aloysius picked the worst time to interrupt, as was his wont; namely, after consuming his sixth pale ale, strong and hop-laden in the local style preferred by Her Majesty’s officers and men. Oblivious to the true meaning of Lord Banning’s wire-thin, almost flat smile, “Nigel! What have you been up to since I saw you last?” he asked as pages danced, continuing their song; they wound in and out of one another. Nigel’s thoughts floated away from the Etonian’s awkwardness and towards the pleasures of the stomach; it seemed that he had never eaten anything so delicious as the beefsteak in the cream sauce enhanced by a dash of faux Cognac.
I wonder if perhaps I have discovered a new source of entertainment.
Vonn Scott Bair