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So funny you picked up a book by WFB, Jr. He grew up in Stamford, and his memoir, Losing Mum And Pup is brilliant....
Mal
posted by
gapcohen
on October 16, 2009 at 11:04 AM
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I've always loved those kinds of hypothetical questions.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on October 13, 2009 at 7:48 PM
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and that will be a read worth following. Go for it love.
posted by
Kabu
on October 13, 2009 at 2:49 PM
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Hi meine Liebe! I've just read your last entries and although the story about Galicia isn't your autobiography (snif, snif) it is really good and entertaining. Well done! As for this one, go on: I want to know what is Cleopatra to say next! Or is it Marc Anthony's turn?
posted by
auslander
on October 13, 2009 at 2:32 PM
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oh, hackthrone?
posted by
anib
on October 13, 2009 at 10:13 AM
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Ian, Hawthorne, vogue
Wow, can I be a game to re-write history? But we'll have to get history straight? Can't wait to put in ... my weight
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posted by
anib
on October 13, 2009 at 10:13 AM
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sounds interesting
posted by
Lanetay
on October 13, 2009 at 7:48 AM
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Re: He smiled.
If hackthorne will play, I'm going to continue the saga tomorrow. Anybody else who feels so inclined jump in! After all we are re-writing history here, children!!!
posted by
vogue
on October 13, 2009 at 7:07 AM
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He smiled.
"That is true, Marc, your "spirit" is something I have "long" favored. However, those Roman rags you insist on wearing, make my skin crawl and it is only when I see you complete naked do find you somewhat........interesting." Cleo motioned for the slave standing behind her to stop fanning her with the palm leaf - the breeze was giving her goose-bumps. Marc shoved his rod away and stepping over the rowing slaves, moved up beside the Egyptian queen, "Cleo, you are truly a beautiful woman, with the body of a goddess and the face of an angel. You do however, have the wit of an asp, and thus feared by many. I fear you not and although I may come from humble beginnings and thus cannot boast the riches you possess, I am a Roman and therefore, proud of my heritage." Cleo looked at this muscular male standing beside her, she could see his rod stick out from his rags and resisted the urge to reach out and grab it, "Marc, my Roman warrior sit. Let us drink wine and suck on the grapes, while you hold your rod over the side." Marc knelt down next to this beauty of Egypt, "Cleo," he asked, "Could you move over a little, I can't get my rod out."
posted by
Hackthorne19
on October 13, 2009 at 5:59 AM
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It sounds good love. BC-A, Bill’s RJLst
posted by
BC-A
on October 13, 2009 at 5:03 AM
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Re: And so it is.
"Well," Cleo smiled, smoothing a hand over her golden cuffs, up her arms and touching the dangling golden earrings, "at least my clothes are regal. Somthing that can't be said about your scruffy Roman rags." Marc, duly chastened looked down at his well worn boots. But, in the end, what was left of his Roman pride and had not yet been corrupted by Egyption decadence, lifed his chiseled chin defiantly and hissed: "It's not the clothes that count dearest Cleo, but the....spirit..which lies underneath them. Never heard you complain about my spirit."
posted by
vogue
on October 13, 2009 at 5:00 AM
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Well done Ian and Vogue - a collective creation. Vogue I've answered your comment on my page. THanks for the kind words.
posted by
elinjo
on October 13, 2009 at 4:35 AM
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And so it is.
Marc smiled at Cleo, revealing capped teeth. He turned and with rod in hand, walked back to the side of the barge. "I'm gonna put it in deeper, Cleo," he said, "let me know if I'm too deep, OK?" She smiled and shielding her eyes from the sun, yelled, "Do it, Marc, I hope you get something nibbling on it." Marc thrust his rod into the wetness of the river and waited. Cleo watched as he drew it out and thrust it back into the water. "Let it stay in longer, Marc, nothing's gonna nibble while you keep pulling it out!" Marc nodded and let the long rod stay in longer in the depths of the river. The sun was high in the sky, indeed it was a hot day in Egypt. She unhooked her breast cover and stretched, "This damn breast cover pinches like hell!" she muttered. Marc looked over, smiled and said, "You know Cleo, you have some wonderful........ clothes."
posted by
Hackthorne19
on October 13, 2009 at 3:12 AM
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Re: Cleo
This is getting better and better! I wonder who nibbled first, the fish or Cleo? If we aren't careful this blog will have to switch to mature audiences.
back to you.
posted by
vogue
on October 13, 2009 at 12:59 AM
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Cleo
Would have been really pissed off watching Marc play with his rod. "Do you have any idea how much those diamonds are worth?" she would have asked. Marc would have stood, walked over to her and shown her his rod, "Cleo," he would have said, "You've got more diamonds than a dog has fleas, so I sniffed a few to decorated my rod, what's the big deal; they look good, right? Go ahead, touch them." Cleo's long, thin fingers would have touched the diamonds, caressing their hardness, "I must admit, those diamonds sure make your rod look a whole lot stronger, Perhaps you should dip it deeper into the river and attract the fish. The glitter from the stones will attract them, Please Marc, dip your rod."
posted by
Hackthorne19
on October 13, 2009 at 12:53 AM
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languorous
posted by
anib
on October 13, 2009 at 12:38 AM
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vogue
Yea, can recall Cleopatra's scream from her barge lying languorosly. The connect is ap
posted by
anib
on October 13, 2009 at 12:33 AM
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Yes, sounds a tempting proposition. At present I'm reading a book called 'In the land of invented languages' by Arika Okrent. It's putting my blood-pressure up, but will prompt me hopefully to write a critical review.
posted by
elinjo
on October 13, 2009 at 12:24 AM
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Indeed.
What would she have screaming. Floating on that barge in the middle of the Nile; slaves pulling the oars, Marc Antony fishing over the side. "Marc!" she may have said, "any bites?" "Nah, this river aint got any fish in it, damned if!"
posted by
Hackthorne19
on October 12, 2009 at 11:24 PM
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