To: Father Terrence who wrote (3818 ) 8/5/1999 2:33:00 PM From: Thomas C. White Read Replies (1) | Respond to
[FT spies off in the dim distance of the stygian dark the beam of a solitary flashlight, slowly weaving back and forth in the gloom like the pendulum of a grandfather clock, the light spangled with kicked-up dust from the seemingly inch-thick coating on the floor. As the beam closes on him, the light plays eerily on the fine, spidery net of cobwebs that drapes every inch of the place. The tomblike silence of the musty dark is punctuated by the crash of some unidentifiable falling object and a muttered profanity.] this place ever gone to pot. And no one even bothered to pay the goddamn electric bill. Well, maybe we can run a tap off Feelies. No, better Rambi. Even if they find out about it they're just so nauseatingly nice over there they wouldn't even think of disconnecting it. Or even letting us know they found out. It's so heartwarming that there are still people around you can take advantage of and get away with it.that in a dog's age. Yeah, the sword that Galt knighted me with. A tad rusty, but still perfectly serviceable.
