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• Quote #423 "It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents -- except at occasional interval
  when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness....
• Like an expensive sports car, fine-tuned and well-buil
  Portia was sleek, shapely, and gorgeous, her red jumpsuit moulding her body, which was as warm as seatcovers in July, her hair as dark as new tires, her eyes flashing like bright hubcaps, and her lips as dewy as the beads of fresh rain on the hood...
• Sheriff Chameleotoptor sighed with an air of weary sadne
  and then turned to Doppelgutt and said 'The Senator must really have been on a bender this time -- he left a party in Cleveland, Ohio, at 11...
• Quote #551 The wind attacked the house with a voracious appetite
  lapping hungrily at the eaves, whipping the gutter refuse into a frothy shake of leaves and dirt, while rattling the slate shingles like an orphan banging his plate for more....
• Quote #550 "I could tell you stories about this road we shall be traveling
  he old man told his young companions as he leaned on his staff and stroked his silver beard, "of how it was built by Dwarves of the Barad-dur in the days of Thranduil the Great, numberless years before the Elves of the Ered Luin left their silver woods in Lindon, sailed their ships over the Western Sea, and passed from the knowledge of men, but what would you learn from these tales, except that I squandered my college years reading far too much Tolkien instead of meeting girls....
• Quote #561 It was a dark and stormy night; the electronic missive's profligate packets wormed their wandering ways through the tau
  ansparent cables of the Internet's infrastructure, sped by swift, silent Solaris servers between bevies of brawny binaries - gap-toothed GIF's and jolly JPEG's - only to perish pitifully at the hands of the callous, capable kill-filter that protected the penultimate portal of Pauline's precious PC....
• The lovely woman-child Kaa was mercilessly chained to the cruel post of the warrior-chief Bea
  with his barbarian tribe now stacking wood at her nubile feet, when the strong clear voice of the poetic and heroic Handsomas roared, 'Flick your Bic, crisp that chick, and you'll feel my steel through your last meal!...
• The strong and virtuous admit no destiny. Edward Bulwer-Lytto
• Quote #565 Virgule gazed across the vast, cold
  eel expanse past his inquisitor to witness the full consequence of his previous decision - feral, withered children, in tattered, filthy garments, toiled mindlessly at his command in a single chamber which reeked of oil and burning animal flesh - his time had come to deliver the final instructio...