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<rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title>cygnoir.net - Latest Comments in timid animal</title><link>http://cygnoir.disqus.com/</link><description>Fiction, foibles, and fountain pens from a black swan with digital wings. Posts about writing, books, public libraries, community, games, analog delight, and food.</description><atom:link href="https://cygnoir.disqus.com/timid_animal/latest.rss" rel="self"></atom:link><language>en</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 09 Jul 2009 06:43:55 -0000</lastBuildDate><item><title>Re: timid animal</title><link>http://cygnoir.net/2009/07/08/timid-animal/#comment-23167943</link><description>&lt;p&gt;There's a special folder of literary spam here just for gems like the timid animal you saved.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"We're all spies!" shouted Dr. Bull. "Come and have a drink."&lt;br&gt;this"--his breath laden with whisky was like a halo round Martin's "Poor thing." They kissed each other tenderly and languidly.&lt;br&gt;method left him rather at the mercy of an enemy slightly deficient in&lt;br&gt;A lieutenant of the medical corps came to the door and looked out. He &lt;br&gt;Christians were merciful. Yet this did not prevent their being accused of&lt;br&gt;stones. Then he turned to the  Secretary,  whose frightful mouth  was almost&lt;br&gt;faces, that had grown fiercer and fiercer with approval as his tirade grew &lt;br&gt;"I regret to inform you," said Syme with restraint, "that your remarks&lt;br&gt; Every movement of the old man's tottering figure and vague hands, every&lt;br&gt; scornful. Whatever he was he was not a Frenchman; he might be a Jew;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hee hee!&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Leslie Michel</dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 09 Jul 2009 06:43:55 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: timid animal</title><link>http://cygnoir.net/2009/07/08/timid-animal/#comment-201212507</link><description>&lt;p&gt;There's a special folder of literary spam here just for gems like the timid animal you saved.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"We're all spies!" shouted Dr. Bull. "Come and have a drink."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this"--his breath laden with whisky was like a halo round Martin's "Poor thing." They kissed each other tenderly and languidly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;method left him rather at the mercy of an enemy slightly deficient in&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A lieutenant of the medical corps came to the door and looked out. He&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Christians were merciful. Yet this did not prevent their being accused of&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;stones. Then he turned to the  Secretary,  whose frightful mouth  was almost&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;faces, that had grown fiercer and fiercer with approval as his tirade grew&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I regret to inform you," said Syme with restraint, "that your remarks&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Every movement of the old man's tottering figure and vague hands, every&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; scornful. Whatever he was he was not a Frenchman; he might be a Jew;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hee hee!&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Leslie Michel</dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 09 Jul 2009 05:43:00 -0000</pubDate></item></channel></rss>