Here they are --
Sorry for the delay, but wanted to make sure everybody's line really made it this time!
- Although he did not see it that way at the time, it was, in the greater scheme of things, fortunate that Cadogan had supped on lobster that Friday night, and consequently could not sleep.
- The holiday of the poet Cadogan was progressing gently and modestly, of no interest to anyone but himself.
- Richard Cadogan raised his revolver, took careful aim and pulled the trigger.
- Richard Cadogan was wrestling with a particularly recalcitrant bit of metre, and muttering to himself that he was supposed to be on holiday, dash it all, when down an otherwise dark close a welcoming light caught his eye.
- Nothing is quite as lonely as a university town on the first day of a new semester when everybody knows every body else and you know no-one.
- It was midnight, and all of the music boxes were playing their cheery little tunes simultaneously, the resulting dischordance creating the sonic equivalent of a Crimean battlefield or Liverpool bar-brawl.
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