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(I found there were a mere five full sentences on page 123 of the book nearest me, so I went to page 124 instead and counted out the first five there before transcribing the following three sentences. I hope that is acceptable.)

“A low, cruising flight is punctuated at intervals by pull-ups, wing-overs, and drop-pounces—just the strategy needed to trap a tide-flushed meadow vole or a luckless Red-winged Blackbird.

The Harrier can take flying songbirds in the manner of a Cooper’s Hawk. It can perch-hunt like a Kestrel, stoop like a Red-tailed Hawk, hover-hunt like a Rough-legged Hawk, chase prey through dense brush on foot like a Goshawk, pirate prey from an overloaded Peregrine, and make short work of a muskrat carcass discarded by some trapper.”


And I know where your quote came from. Thanks Google.


Steps, ladders or staircases, or, as the case may be, walking up or down them, are representations of the sexual act...

A woman's hat can very often be interpreted with certainty as a genital organ, and, moreover, as a man's. The same is true of an overcoat... In men's dreams a neck-tie often appears as a symbol for the penis...



I assume you mean the three sentences after the fifth sentence. This was a close call, as I have a bookcase on one side, and another desk on the other.

I had no game plan at this time. We were just enjoying playing, getting stoned, and writing songs. George Harrison was a frequent caller.


Some of the work is difficult for first graders, so plan on helping out. Order from Greenleaf press. Includes information and activities about Mesopotamians, Nubians, and Hittites, as well as the more popular Egyptians.

Technically, this was across the room from me but it was the only book in the room that belonged to me so there we are.


*groaning*... this is going to be teh funny!


"You walk quickly past the pâtisserie windows. The cheese shops, suddenly, are no longer interesting. It is the brain announcing to the digestive tract that one more cream sauce and the system will black out."


Housekeeper was here yesterday. Had to go all the way to front stairs for this:

"Fortunately, that deficiency was spectacularly remedied on Pitcairn, the much smaller (2 1/2 square miles) and steeper extinct volcanic island lying 300 miles southeast of Mangareva. Imagine the excitement when the first canoeland of Mangarevans discovered Pitcairn afer several days' travel on open ocean, landed at its only feasible beach, scrambled up the steep slopes, and came upon Down Rope Quarry, Southeat Polynesia's sole usable lode of volcanic glass, whose flakes could serve as sharp tools for fine cutting tasks--the Polynesian equivalent of scissors and scalpels. Their excitement would have turned to ectasy when barely a mile farther west along the cost (sic), they discoverd the Tautama lode of fine-grained basalt, which became Southeast Polynesia's biggest quarry for making adzes."


So far we have American history, birds, Freudian dream interpretation,rock music, elementary education, French food, and Polynesian rock quarries . . .


Sometimes he dwelt on Horn's love for the princess Rymenhild, sometimes on his friendship with Athulf; this time it was the sea he dwelt on, and the storms and the ships that sailed over it.

When he reached the fight between Horn and the pagan knight, he stopped in the middle of a sentence. "Good friends," he said, "give me some reward for my art, and I will continue."

This room is full of books. I'm so glad this was slightly closer than Charlotte's Web, or else I would have had to type a bunch about Templeton and what he could expect to find at the fair...

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