March 31, 2006
I could not resist.
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colour the cold blue night
was finished He had lost all his
Halliday I dont know replied Gerald looking round
other man Halliday was coming back looking forlorn
sunk under a sense of nausea
Posted by joe positive at March 31, 2006 9:22 PM
There's a faint whiff of Byron to it. It starts out wonderfully written with its British spelling; and then it fades into malarky with that poor Halliday and his ambivalent acquaintance, Gerald. Seriously, nice to read you are peaking.
Posted by: Duncan at March 31, 2006 10:44 PM