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Brownlow and the professor receive a parcel…

But first… Dulltown, UK: Today’s existential angst is centred around the sound of the word pamphlet. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ‘Brownlow!… Brownlow! Where the hell are you?’ ‘Oh, hello Professor, I was down in the basement dusting those rather cute canopic jars that … Continue reading

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One or two smallish items…

But first… Dulltown, UK: Today’s Sir Arthur Conan Doyle quotation is from The Hound of the Baskervilles: Watson: For a moment or two I sat breathless, hardly able to believe my ears. Then my senses and voice came back to … Continue reading

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