Sunday, August 23, 2009

MORE OF MONEY FOR NOTHiNG


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PANACEA
Brophy(the skin lotion), it should be mentioned, had proved a sensational success. His Elixir was making the local gnats feel perfect fools: They would bite colonel Wyvern on the face and stand back, all ready to laugh, and the colonel would just smear Brophy on himself and be as good as new. It was simply sickening if you were a gnat.
INTENT DOG
{Emily, the she-dog was busy watching Mr Chas. Bywater who often gave her toffees. Then Pat entered the scene}
'Hullo, Emily,' said Pat.
Emily(the dog) gave her a brief look in which there was no pleased recognition, but only annoyance of a dog interrupted during an important conference. Then she returned her gaze to Mr Bywater (in anticipation of a treat).
FOXED
There is no anguish like the anguish of the man who is trying to extract cash from a fellow human being and suddenly finds the fellow human being trying to extract it from him.
KINDLY EYE
There was a man he knew in London, a moneylender, a fellow who had a glass eye, and only thing that enabled anyone to tell which of his eyes was which was that the glass one had rather a more human expression than the other.

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