"Oh, certainly!" said the Professor. "That song is his own history, you know." Tears of an ever-ready sympathy glittered in Bruno's eyes. "I's welly sorry he isn't the Pope!" he said. "Aren't you sorry, Sylvie
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At some point I shall have to remember to explain why Allen suggested that I might one day look up from a moment of passion to see the pope - Mitre and Staff and troll-doll hair - watching me.
I'm not sure if the bibliomancy is frightening, or just saying what is already pretty obvious. But pulling a drawer off it's track like that is frustrating.
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Shanta
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If I don't become a Pastafarian, I may well become a part-time priestess of Anoia :)
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I'm not sure if the bibliomancy is frightening, or just saying what is already pretty obvious. But pulling a drawer off it's track like that is frustrating.
**hugs**
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