From: kehoea@parhasard.net   
      
    Ar an tríú lá is fiche de mí na Samhain, scríobh Ross Clark:   
      
    > [...] Hm. Quite recently I came across a battered old copy of _Silas   
    > Marner_. It's on top of my enormous "To Read" pile. Maybe it's time for me   
    > to read Word One of George Eliot.   
      
   I didn’t particularly enjoy it, I wish you luck with it.   
      
   --   
   ‘As I sat looking up at the Guinness ad, I could never figure out /   
   How your man stayed up on the surfboard after fourteen pints of stout’   
   (C. Moore)   
      
   --- SoupGate-DOS v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)