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Turning up early for a Prevaricators Party
God, the atheist
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On the subject of vegetarian cannibalism, I've long wondered whether a lettuce that's nourished by the decomposition of another lettuce is a cannibal. Any light you can shed on this vexing moral question would be greatly appreciated.
Sadly, whenever the question of lettuce is raised with me, I get carried away, and shout 'LET US EAT LETTUCE!' to all and sundry, not to mention everyone else. It generally causes whoever I am with to hiss 'please don't say that anymore' at me in a peevish and ill-tempered manner.
I think T. S. Eliot said it best:
Lettuce go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky,
Like a patient etherised upon a table.
Let's not forget St Pauls Lettuce to the Romans.
Written after he got episstled down the pub.
Blowing all his celery away on drink?
I always wanted a spot doing mime on radio.
"Sunglasses for evening wear"
This reminds me of that lovely line in Duncan Ball's "Selby's Secret"
"Suddenly, the sundial struck midnight ..."
It is one of the greatest lines in literature, methinks.
Playing Strip Poker with nudists?
I thinks nudists should be playing a game where htey should be putting clothes on!
Not sure if this is a self-defeating idea, but I just had an Italian woman speaking Italian in a nasal voice on the phone thinking I was Mario.
Carry on, everyone.
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