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[goliard]

I dreamed that a cat gave birth to a book. She lay briefly on her back, under a table, and in a momentary agony pushed out a slimy but perfectly printed copy of Gower's Confessio Amantis. It was full of curious facsimiles, tables of medieval lore in shorthand and the like, all faithfully reproduced by a superbly skillful process of gestation. I

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Ach #2

[velfadar]

It's a good thing I've given up my psycho-analytical aspirations, or else I would have been compelled to shake my head, stroke my goatee and say something about the glory of self-despiction.

There, now aren't you glad I gave that up?

yes, well. about that Comment Previewing.

Re: Ach #2

[goliard]

Oh, the womb line was an afterthought - the dream was all about the amazing technical achievement of the mother cat. But of course you'll say I'm repressing.

("Despiction", Herr Doktor?! Does the diploma come with a word-coining license as well?)

Re: Ach #2

[velfadar]

Mais non, Monsieur, au contraire!

As a matter of fact, one usually cancels the other out quite splendidly.

I do believe that only the truly ignorant have a right to meddle in such extraculous nobilisities.

Re: Ach #2

[goliard]

How bobbant of you.