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To: MythMan who wrote (348105)	11/9/2007 11:20:33 AM
From: Giordano Bruno	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 436258

I can't think of any upside relief, but they will. -g- C and GS turning green.

To: MythMan who wrote (348105)	11/9/2007 11:21:16 AM
From: Bid Buster	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 436258

dip buyers feeling some pain today. short memories or short track records?

To: MythMan who wrote (348105)	11/10/2007 2:00:35 PM
From: Tommaso	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 436258

>>>this is getting ugly.<<< It already WAS ugly. Now the make-up is starting to wash off. It's like Jonathan Swift's poem "A Beautiful Young Nymph Going To Bed:" poemhunter.com (excerpt) Returning at the Midnight Hour; Four Stories climbing to her Bow'r; Then, seated on a three-legg'd Chair, Takes off her artificial Hair: Now, picking out a Crystal Eye, She wipes it clean, and lays it by. Her Eye-Brows from a Mouse's Hide, Stuck on with Art on either Side, Pulls off with Care, and first displays 'em, Then in a Play-Book smoothly lays 'em. Now dextrously her Plumpers draws, That serve to fill her hollow Jaws. Untwists a Wire; and from her Gums A Set of Teeth completely comes. Pulls out the Rags contriv'd to prop Her flabby Dugs and down they drop. Proceeding on, the lovely Goddess Unlaces next her Steel-Rib'd Bodice; Which by the Operator's Skill, Press down the Lumps, the Hollows fill, Up hoes her Hand, and off she slips The Bolsters that supply her Hips. With gentlest Touch, she next explores Her Shankers, Issues, running Sores, Effects of many a sad Disaster; And then to each applies a Plaster. But must, before she goes to Bed, Rub off the Daubs of White and Red; And smooth the Furrows in her Front, With greasy Paper stuck upon't.