Chubby, brunette Eunice Kinnison sat in a rocker, reading the Sunday papers and listening to the radio. Her husband Ralph lay sprawled upon the davenport, smoking a cigarette and reading the current issue of EXTRAORDINARY STORIES against an unheard background of music. Mentally, he was far from Tellus, flitting in his super-dreadnaught through parsec after parsec of vacuous space. E.E. "Doc" Smith, Triplanetary, Chapter 5: "1941"
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
An Exchange at the Gunroom
A recent exchange of items on the list devoted to the works of Patrick O'Brian:
"Further, I wonder why my Gunroom messages are now being flagged as 'Bulk' by my server?"
"I resent the implication, sir. My 18+ stone are carried very trimly."
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