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JONATHEN STRANGE AND MR NORRELL.
LOL, 'yes, indeed,' said mr norrel. he approached starnage cautiously and held the book out for several moments, befroe suddenly tipping it up and off into strange's hand with an odd gesture, as though it was not a book at all, but a small bird which clung to him and would on no account go to any one else, so that he was obliged to trick it into leaving his hand. he was so intent upon thi smanoeuvre that fortunately he did not look up at strange who was trying not to laugh.
HELEN OF TROY, cleopatra, lucrezia borgia, maid marian, and madame pompadour. ARE THEY HOT?

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BEST PART EVER bu tat midday his impatienc egot the better of him. he felt better. ehw as inclining to the view that people did not have candles in their heads. 'and anyway,' he thought, 'it does not matter much which it is. the question has no relevance to my present undertaking.' he put nine drops of tincture into a glass of vin santo and dtrank it down.

ionvinced that all the cupboards in the house were full of pinealpples. he was certain that there were outher pineapples under his bed and under the table. he waws so alarmed by this thought that he felt hot and cold all over and was obliged to sit down on the floor. all the houses and palazzi in the city were full of pineapples and outside in the streets people were carrying ppineapples, hidden under there clothes. he could smell the pineapples everywhere- a smell both sweet and sharp.

was a knock at his door. he was surprised to find it was now eening and the room was quite dark. the knock sounded again. the landlord was at the door. hte landlord began to talk, but strange could not understand him. this was because the man had a pineapple in his mouth. how he had managed to cram the whole thing in there strange could not imagine. green, spikey leaves emerged slowly out of his mouth and then were sucked back in again as he spoke. strange wondered if perhaps he ought to go and fetch a knife or a hook and try to fish the pineapple out, in case the landlord should choke. but at the same thiime he did not care much about it. 'after all.' he thought with some irritation, 'it is his own fault. he put it there.'

hte next day in the coffee house on the corner of the calle de la cortesia one of the waiters was cutting up a pineapple. strange, huddled over his coffee, shuddered to see it.

YEAHHHHHH YEAAAAA

"i wish tha tcould happen to me."---->

he thought he stood upon an english hillside. rain was falling; it twisted in the air like grey ghosts. rain fell upon him an dhe grew thin as rain. rain washed away thought. washed away memory, all the good and the bad. he no longer knew his name. everything was washed away like mud from a stone. rain filled him up with thoughts and memories of its own. silver lines of water covered the hillside, like intricate lace, li8ke the feins of an arm. forgetting that he was, or ever had been, a man, he became the lines of the water. he fell into the earth with the rain.

he thought he lay beneath the earth, beneath......he became the earth; he became england. a star looked down on him and spoke to him. a stone asked him a question and he answered it inits own language. a river curled at his side; hills budded beneath his fingers. eh opened his mouth and breathed out spring...

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the gentleman siad, ' i am reminded of an occasion in 1413 when i came south to visit the new king of southern england. the king, a gracious and valient person....... instead he and his followers stood gossiping and laughing together. i was - as you may imagine- much offended by this treatment and determined to teach them better manners! the next day these wicked men were hunting hares near the hatfield forest. coming upon them all unawares, i had the happy notion of turning the men into hares and the hares into men. ore their masters to pieces. and then the hares - now in the shape of men - found themself able to infllict a terrible revenge upon the hounds who had chased and harried them.' the gentlmen paused to received stephen's prases for this feat, but beefore stephen could utter a word, the gentleman exclamed, 'oh! did you feel that?'.....etc

------the years's best science fiction 25th colelction
the merchant and the alchemist's gate-
1. act with a person like they are your future self?....
2. copy the situation and do better
3. fuck an old woman

BEYOND THE WALL
wtf?. [???]

KIOSK
intereseting monalogue, before "morning was painful. borislav's mother tiptoed in with muesli,..."
civilization exists through its laws. ... end is very hard to read, before- VI

LAST CONTACT
depressing story

THE SLEDGE-MAKER'S DAUGHTER
gj author. i wanna read a book about this.

LAWS OF SURVIVAL
nice story