golden oldie
. All this talk of Marlowe makes me feel like quoting:
For long and weary hours, I bored myself Counting the old, tired webs of spiders In my narrow office. Just then I heard A ringing sound from the bell out front, And in my dismal garrett I beheld A wench who made a good first impression To my eyes. Her face, I thought could launch A thousand or so ships, her eyes burn down A hell of a lot of topless towers. I took in her form and her tear-streaked face She beseechingly asked, "Mister Marlowe? I'm in trouble. They told me you could help."
(Christopher Marlowe, _The Tragedy of The Big Slumber_, act I) [channelled by me and reprinted from rec.arts.sf.fandom, january 2003] .
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