On Jan 26, 9:25*am, "Dave Plowman (News)"
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* *Andre Jute wrote:

*Friends help you move. *Real friends help you move bodies.
True friends understand when you have to drop them off. Goodbye,
Plowie, you've outlived your usefulness.

Oh. Another who wants acolytes. Doesn't seem to be working.

Don't be like that, Dave. It's nothing personal, just pleasure. I've
replaced you with a nubile who plays an instrument and has a novel
under construction, whom I introduce to my literary friends as "my
musical protege" (because they know she can't write worth ****) and to
my musical friends as "my literary protege" (because they know she
can't play worth ****) and to my family as "your new niece" (because
they know better already). Take your shirt off in front of the mirror,
Dave, and ask yourself why I shouldn't prefer an, er, acolyte. Hey,
thanks for the word though. So much less hackneyed than "niece".

Andre Jute
Listening to Bach's Cantata 199, My Heart Swims in Blood -- and so it
bloody well should

Wonder by that what normally flows in your heart?

Your German is slipping. This is about flows around the heart. Of
course, I'm all heart, so inside and outside is the same.

Ciao, Dave. It was educational knowing a bionic man. My your
transistors never transist.

Andre Jute
Too sensitive for this world