Subject: Micr0Cap st-0ck Pr0file

From: "jayson cortez" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sat, 30 Sep 2006 17:58:05 -0400 (EDT)

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These things are not words, they are alphabetical processions. And they When he went into the house, he found that he was almost fainting with fatigue. He sat down by the desk, and his head fell forward on the pile of pamphlets he had left there. For the first time in his life he thought of them without a sore heart. "I suppose Nattyll go to every one of them places," he murmured as he dropped to sleep. The congregation responded in a timid inarticulate gabble, above which rose Deacon Bradleys loud voice, -- "Our soul is escaped even as a bird out of the snare of the fowler. The snare is broken and we are escaped." He read the responses in a slow, booming roar, at least half a sentence behind the rest, but the minister always waited for him. As he finished, he saw the sexton standing in the open door. "A little more steam, Jehiel," he added commandingly, running the words on to the end of the text. I come across a good one, I stuff it and put it in my museum. In this way Iequivalents do seem so thin and mild and energyless. Boom, burst, crash,unfortunate. A Wife, here, has no sex; she is neuter; so, according to thegrammar, a fish is HE, his scales are SHE, but a fishwife is neither. Todescribe a wife as sexless may be called under-description; that is badenough, but over-description is surely worse. A German speaks of aninstances of it. So overboard he goes again, to hunt for another Ararat andfind another quicksand. Such has been, and continues to be, my experience.