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To: E. Charters who wrote (5991)	9/11/1998 4:36:00 PM
From: Solon	Respond to of 12754

When I responded to your PM, thus: "Hmmm... MIGHT WORK. Of course there would need to be caveats to distributing the caviar". I was not expecting your guileless reply: "Russian caviar on the red table. Canadian on the blue. Or I resign" (:-) I fear that your brain is overburdened with thyself--thee prating fouler. Not a whit dost I warrant thee to be floating down a reasoned path. You be drinking some fine ale; yes, yes; and out of a six hoop pot! But methinks that long familiarity of association with thyself hast provided thee some waggish company! Needest thou the ferule over thy knuckles? Thou swingest thy purse of gold with some nonchalance--in consequence to which (I cannot but think) it is it is it is...of the fool's kind. You have spent your life separating the dross from the dross, slipping and sliding amongst the stones and the mud...and always the bastards have been there to fleece. I can understand how that would make any shepherd attractive, German or otherwise...but I am surprised at your carelessness! You come here to dine on pheasant under glass; but your hands are curled from the stilts of the plow, and the earthy smell adheres to thee. BTW, a word to the wisest: Claim that fellatio is not sex; get the puppy locked up; no more alimony Here stands the victim--there the proud betrayer, E'en as the hind pull'd down by strangling dogs Lies at the hunter's feet--who courteous proffers To some high dame, the Dian of the chase, To whom he looks for guerdon, his sharp blade, to gash the throbbing throat. The Woodsman