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From: | Kate Coleman |
Subject: | allegory rivet |
Date: | Wed, 6 Sep 2006 16:09:15 +0400 |
If my son will notshoot the president, I shall have
to do it myself.
But can you contemplate such a state of
thingswithout dismay?
I havealways believed in you and supported you as
Englands truest friendat Geneva.
Pigs never waver in theirconvictions, never give in
to bribes, arguments, nor persuasions. As a matter of fact they were: I buy them
inLondon.
And divorce is a deadly sin: onlyBolsheviks and
Protestants would allow such an infamy.
Who made you a present of a piece ofGods earth? Ah,
that is the secret of the unique distinction of theupper class in the Earthly
Paradise. My good sir, what is your grievance compared to mine? My grandfather
bought sherry from John Ruskins father; and verygood sherry it was.
I have the greatestrespect for the Catholic faith.
It may be all right in your country; buthere it isnt done. Do not forceme to fight
you with your own weapons in defence of my hardearnedsalary. I have known men who
could hold the House ofCommons spellbound for hours; but most unsafe. Im a retired
builder if you want to know. You know, ladies dont say things likethat in my
country. In my undergraduate days I used toquote Oscar Wildes famous poem. We are
all good Catholics, Ihope, in a sense.
It is not the subjects that are dangerous inGeneva,
but the people. They settled with her for three hundred apiece. But every day of
their lives they do things they are not physicallycompelled to do.
You are aBolshevik; but nobody would know
it.
I know your opinion of me: I amthe only perfect
idiot in Geneva. The formal arrangement of the furniture suggests a sittingor
hearing or meeting of some kind. Judge: you hear what we have to contend with
here.
We are all good Catholics, Ihope, in a sense. You
have given up all this Marxiannonsense and gone back to the capitalist system.
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