From: word_chemist@hotmail.com   
      
   'A jar of marmalade had rolled across the floor, leaving a long streak of   
   marmalade behind, and running side by side with it there was a ribbon of   
   blood. But in among the broken crockery there was lying a leg. Just a leg,   
   with the trouser still on it and a black boot with a Wood-Milne rubber heel.   
   This was what the people were oo-hing and ah-ing at.   
    I had a good look at it and took it in. The blood was beginning to get   
   mixed up with the marmalade...   
    ...I'll tell you what my stay in Lower Binfield had taught me, and it was   
   this. *It's all going to happen*. All the things you've got at the back of   
   your mind, all the things your terrified of, the things that you tell   
   yourself are just a nightmare or only happen in foreign countries...It's all   
   going to happen. I know it - at any rate I knew it then. There's no escape.   
   Fight against it if you like, or look the other way and pretend not to   
   notice, or grab your spanner and go out and do a bit of face smashing long   
   with the others. But there's no way out. It's just something that's got to   
   happen.'   
      
   c/o   
   ROBBIE   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)