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The whole effect of his appearance reminded me of an impish faun. His face was heavily made up, his lips violently rouged, and he had on a pair of lurid tights and patent leather shoes with brass buckles, while strapped to his waist appeared to be an instrument of some kind. Suzy was in the …
“The banker of the tale had an invitation to dinner on the top floor. At the door of the lift someone handed him a mask, whereupon he found himself in a room full of masked dignitaries. Up on a stage, surrounded by tables serving sushi and other delicacies, were two unmasked and naked lap dancers. …
On his right hand, between the thumb and forefinger, there is a deep cut. The cut was unhealed and was made about two days before his death. Forensic experts suggest that the subject was in a fight, one that, on that occasion, he came out the victor. There was a crack in the bow, a …
For the alchemist Nicholas Flamel it was liquid gold, aab-i-Hayat, or water of life, according to the Persians, Amrit Ras, juice of Soma, for the Hindus and uisce beathe, or whiskey breath for the Celts and for the Chinese: 酏 Yǐ. They said it was a miracle. The emperor awoke from a bad dream and …
This idea comes from a dream I had on the morning of 12th September, 20-. The date itself is not significant other than the fact I wrote it down on a piece of paper that subsequently ended up in my diary. I woke up thinking of a sketch involving the said title. The idea was …
I like Stephen. He’s a damn good fella. He’s very bright and very clever. He earns a sack of potatoes in the City. I like Stephen. He’s a damn good fella. He’s very bright and very clever. My wife thinks so, too. Now she’s living in his flat in Cheapside. I like Stephen. He’s a …