From: WORD_CHEMIST@HOTMAIL.COM   
      
   (The first sentence should be read with an accent suggesting the Music Hall   
   master of ceremonies, with his gavel and his booming, succulent oratory):   
      
   Charles Dickens, that old master, that nonpariel, that brilliant writer,   
   that great comedian, that great tragedian, that stage-manager without equal,   
   that busy dreamer, that man who inspired *Frenchmen* to tears when they   
   heard of his passing, that  *genius*, passed out of this world   
   on this day at Gad's Hill 136 years ago.   
      
   It's a date that has always stuck in my mind, no idea why.   
      
   Read a bit of Dickens.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)