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[smc-devel] notion convulsion

From: Stephanie Carlton
Subject: [smc-devel] notion convulsion
Date: Thu, 21 Sep 2006 11:53:03 +0900

At the time I didnot grasp that this was because there were no weapons to be had.
Nothing that comes down with all itsfeet on the floor. Except for a smallnumber of women and foreigners there were no well-dressed people at all.
I went on strike and demanded a drinking-cup assoon as I saw a porron in use.
Here onmy brow is the blow I got when Percival fell. It was impossible even to get them to stand in line. Then under the dullness someone walks with a green light. I have been talking of Bernard, Neville, Jinny, Susan, Rhoda andLouis. The bars deepen themselves between the waves. Tuesdayfollows Monday: Wednesday, Tuesday. I have seenso many different things, have made so many different sentences.
Human beings were tryingto behave as human beings and not as cogs in the capitalist machine. Queer, the affection you can feel for a stranger! To-night he has been feasted on quails, salad, andsweetbread. Queer, the affection you can feel for a stranger!
Here we are among thebreadcrumbs and the stained napkins again. It is true, he washes his hands before dinner, but they arestill hairy. Thekinds of cap were about as numerous as their wearers. Iam the swathed figure in the hairdressers shop taking up only somuch space.
He now holds a glass of fine old brandy in his paw.

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