Subject: buster

From: "Thomas Hurt" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sat, 9 Sep 2006 15:15:03 +0300

Thats how I came to marry Agatha, anyhow.
Yes, continued George, shes a good girl, all right, and real nicebesides. George stared at me and nodded wonderingly. Why, I wouldnt take it if they offered me a thousand, he declared.
Cant a manread a paper without you two prawns moaning about it?
Not that Im short ofa girl or two, but there are occasions when one hasnt time to roundthem up.
I ask you, George, forthe last time, will you have a mug of whisky?
Just an ordinary matter of move and counter-move. Mary Smith, he repeated, chewing it over like old brandy.
They hastened to the door as though I were a viper.
Ithought of it afterwards, but at the time, I acted on instinct.
Instead of making for the door at the street level, they kept going onup the stairs. I was getting my rightful due: respect and civility.
Youve become very sophisticated in the last few weeks, Stanley, Isaid. It never yelped but fell back on thepavement, breathing calmly. She covered her face with her hands and dashed out of the room.
You, who have no more thanglimpsed the cup which I have drained to the last insipid drop! As I gazed across at the place, a window-curtain quivered. I was dazed by the time we reached the house.
As he remarked, we could hold out for twenty. He declared that any onewho could get no farther than a mere tearing of blouses was no villain.
That would be, of course,if it was raining. If you dont mind, George, Ill walk in the middle, I said, steppingin between them.
I remember, when I was a small boy,my mother took me to a phrenologist. It was the silliest thing I have ever done inmy life. My youth is past, he replied with a sigh. Perhaps it was because Woggo and his ball-punchingfriends were so close behind us. George hesitated in the doorway for a moment gazing at my unresponsiveback.
Yes, I heard it, said Stanley, emerging into the light. Ithought of it afterwards, but at the time, I acted on instinct. My youth is past, he replied with a sigh. I wasstanding in that little lane at the side of Flannerys and I couldntsee very well from there.
I vaulted it allright but my coat caught on one of the pickets. Listen to me, muttered Gertrude in a low, harsh voice.
Stanley, I said, do you know anything of certain reports that haveappeared in the press of late?
On top of that, she could cook and played the banjo byear.
Its the drink, said George, continuing the discussion. I can understand a man feeling a little off colour after afew mugs of whisky. My youth is past, he replied with a sigh.