From: kehoea@parhasard.net

 Ar an tríú lá is fiche de mí na Samhain, scríobh Ross Clark:

 > [...] Hm. Quite recently I came across a battered old copy of _Silas
 > Marner_. It's on top of my enormous "To Read" pile. Maybe it's time for me
 > to read Word One of George Eliot.

I didn’t particularly enjoy it, I wish you luck with it.

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‘As I sat looking up at the Guinness ad, I could never figure out /
How your man stayed up on the surfboard after fourteen pints of stout’
(C. Moore)

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