Subject: playpen

From: "Godfrey Berg" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sat, 26 Aug 2006 15:17:30 -0500

They would think nothing of wearingcabbages on their heads, of course.
I dont see what time has to do with being fond of people.
It wasnt possible to eat any hat that I wore. The shadow on his spirit blackened swiftly; he suspected somethingquite suddenly and savagely. But when you go off to shootbig game, as you call it, nobody asks you what you have caught. I was wondering whether he might join us.
Its my opinion youllbe too late for the Day of Judgement.
We doat least look at the things and not the names of the things.
Im no longer a boy, answered Hood, but Im ready to jumpin the river again.
On this occasion the Professor advanced an even more interesting theory.
As a matter of fact, there couldnt be a finer hat thanthe cabbage.
The third man was somewhat of a surprise, for he was no other thanhis old friend Dr. Why, she said, you are the boy that jumped in the river!
In fact, any sane man wouldhave declared it to be impossible. Then he resumedin the same reflective way:You see, all rash vows are verbal or nothing.
As I say,I was surprised, but my surprise was not so rude as you think.
Youd find those things very rare and most things very dull. Making a gesture towards something,she managed to drop her loose blue flowers in the water.
And something inthis morning seriousness increased the reaction of the night before. They will adapt themselves by natural selection, said Hood dreamily.
Its my opinion youllbe too late for the Day of Judgement. A moment after, it was as if a cloudof strange shape had indeed passed from the face of the sun.
Well, I was thinking at the moment, said Hood in his rather cryptic way.
Well, I hope you will, said Crane genially.