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In article <TEST%92061810525276@PSUVM.PSU.EDU> you write:
>On Tue, 16 Jun 1992 16:27:38 GMT, Mollusk Infrastructure
><cheating@wherever> said:
>
>>Hey! It's my past, after all
>
Correction appended: "Hey! It's my past, after all, aussi"

>Your presence my future; I've been hitherto polite to excellent excess
>in not attempting to recall what happened in yr past-is-my-past; now,
>in %%%allowed%%% hesaidsohedid intrusion I ask: when you cheating dear
>@wherever were a boy-scout, did you get a badge for tying knots in
>ropes?
No; I did receive commendation on my syllogistic chains, though.

>        Were you ill while they ran the course on untying them?
Actually, by that time, they had smelled my out and dispelled me;
once and always outcast, even from charity-begins-at-home.

>                                                                 When
>I set out to discorpse you, does it count as loving, honouring, or
>obeying?
I always interpolated it as luv, but, as you well mark, only LIBWCA
knows what LIBWCA knows, though E010 might say that Kant be true.

>          Don't you think you should install some form of heating on
>yr landing as I linger coldly coldly there?
Done, yr wish my command, fait accompli, as you wish, warm enough dear,
mea bloody sing-ly never felt beet red foray culpa.

>                                             Maybe a few comic-books to
>read when I get bored?
Take yr pick, from the archives of our compatriots: Green Arrow (Pat),
Flaming Carrot (GR4302), V for Vendetta (Pat, again); also, maybe
LIBWCA would lend his back ciphers of Secret Wars which o remind him
of us in our attemptations to increment subscripture.

>                        Or ingredients-lists from foodstuffs: do you
>know what E102 does to you?
No, perhaps Dr. Haggard might inform us.

>If I were to adopt a facial expression of kindly tolerance and
>whole[fish]edly reply "la la la la la" [with some trumped-up ref.], in
>how many ways do you think you could deliberately misconstrue this?
Well, I'm not entiresomely tonight (temerity, m'dear) certain, but
after gleaning the Combinatorics manual which JS loaned me (fine, fine
article, darling, though at times you defy parsing), I'd have to guess
two (2) to the fifth (5th) power, or 32 different possibilities, minus
the one way which you meant for me to construe and the one which you
meant ambigamously (oops) for me to misconstrue, leaving 30 ways.

>Is that all?
Uh, well, uh gee <hemming>, as I said, <blush> Kiss Me, haitch, I'm
Irish.

>              Do you think bloody singlemindedness is conditioned by
>hereticity or enwirement?
Further clarification desired: In my case, in your case, or in general?
Not being an emmisary sociologist, I'd have to say that, it's your
fault, it's your fault, and all manner of thing shall be your fault.

>                           Can you suggest any ways of making people
>answer questions?
Hmmm, well, you could ask them directly.

>                   No no no, I mean any I haven't already tried.
Oh, never mind, then.

>                                                                  Never
>mind;
Just so.  I suppose that'd leave bribery.

>      let me not relapse into either inquisition or requisition; 'tis
>an honour to [fish] him to ridiculous inflation (10000 marks for a loaf
>of bread type thing? (did he really think he could get away with that?)),
Uh, no, of course not... uh, with what, precisionly?  I'd apprecious
additional ... uh, no, never mind.

>&, sans compropositioning his princisives, I think he's #$!*WONDERFUL*!$#:
>how was that, Hope?
Yes, Hope, er, Angus, how was that?  Please avert yr eyes this way,
and perhaps sprinkle a little fertility on futility futures.

>                     Here, M., stewheart, baby, sit down and have some
>wine before you start having done with again; it's from the "Serve
>Chilled" vineyards so it should be ok, yes...?
No.  If imbribed, I can become ... reckless.  What proof do you need?

>...These Emory sunsets are so lovely, aren't they?
Can't compare with those of the Emerald Isle! (How'm'I doing?)

>                                                    LIBJRM says I can call
>him LIBJ; isn't that sweet of him?
Yes, indeed, a virtual gentleman, that LIBJRM.  I may have to kill him.

>                                    Do you think I'm safe in entrusting
>the tissue samples to Cammer?
No comment.

>                               Does the man have a prison-record?
Again, no comment.

>                                                                   Or
>could he be one of those modern types with a prison-cd?
Ah, yes: invest now for the future: sentencing with a 2% annual flat
rate.

>                                                         I'd appreciate
>help with my description of Bill: can you tell me how to spell
>"thundering disgrace"?
Capital j-u-n-i-p-e-r-space-capital s-a-g-e.

>                        And, about Arthur, you won't mind if I'm
>occasionally ambigamous?
Would this be any different from the way you acted with DanBoyd?  Truly,
I'd best be prepared to don the horns of the cuckold!  Alas, alack,
my choice in beautiful women truly stinks.

>                          Would you agree that this here form of inquiry
>is conducive to babbling?
If that is what you wish to call it, remembering that everything is
as you would have it.  Darling.

>                           Can you type?
Mais, oui.

>                                          Can you type fast?
I had better, lest I wish to make the Hono(u)rs List.

>                                                              Cast?
Some might say that this is far too apt, considering that you've seen
fit for me to be "Corpse" [Act 1, Scene 1 only] in yr charming and
charmed backmasked drawling room yes&Noh question&angered partie.  I
choose not to be insulted (though, as you once put it, "I shall").

>In incomprehinsensibility & sicness, it is imperative that you should
>smile.  Nice mini.
Why, thank you.  Feel free to bury it anytime.

>H.
M. (like the way you imagined in a B-film school: in the end, tied
and parcelled, all questions in PXL 2000 resolution, cadenced and
anchored, a parfait to dance away: Smile)