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SINCE YOU'VE BEEN OUT, MR. SATISFACTION
Dec. 8th, 2006 05:55 pmReceived one of those spams with lengthy book excerpts, this time from one of my favorites: Charles Dickens' David Copperfield. But instead of a straight excerpted passage, this one seemed to go for about a dozen words, then skip mid sentence to the middle of another sentence, and so forth. It makes for a fairly interesting David Copperfield Remix, with gems like these:
... his nice voice, and his fine face, and his easy manner, and his carrier to the lazy horse; who came up accordingly.
... Presently, it stopped, and had come to its destination. cheap place.
... taking a liberty to sit down, with my cap in my hand, on the corner no more right to be possessed of the great trust he held, than to broken his leg in Mr. Creakles service, and having done a deal of Have a blow at it, said the old woman, coaxingly. Do.
I should think there never can have been a man who enjoyed his themselves before, and were so continually in the midst of dust could hardly keep my tears back; then to take away my appetite; and quite delightful to me, to find him so pleasant. He was a Here. The cobblers been, he said, since youve been out, Mr. satisfaction.
... fear, I confess, of seeing him meet the fate of the lamented Mr. a long bare dining-room, full of deal tables, and smelling of fat.
... rubbing old woman in a large chair by the fire, who was such a bundle of a little shrinking creature, at that door, until the owners of all No, said Mr. Creakle. He knows better. He knows me. Let him somehow, begin to laugh again, and draw skeletons all over his were spent, I couldnt hope to remain there when I began to starve.
... found that on account of my legs being short, it could go A cloggy sensation of the lukewarm fat of meat ...
... his nice voice, and his fine face, and his easy manner, and his carrier to the lazy horse; who came up accordingly.
... Presently, it stopped, and had come to its destination. cheap place.
... taking a liberty to sit down, with my cap in my hand, on the corner no more right to be possessed of the great trust he held, than to broken his leg in Mr. Creakles service, and having done a deal of Have a blow at it, said the old woman, coaxingly. Do.
I should think there never can have been a man who enjoyed his themselves before, and were so continually in the midst of dust could hardly keep my tears back; then to take away my appetite; and quite delightful to me, to find him so pleasant. He was a Here. The cobblers been, he said, since youve been out, Mr. satisfaction.
... fear, I confess, of seeing him meet the fate of the lamented Mr. a long bare dining-room, full of deal tables, and smelling of fat.
... rubbing old woman in a large chair by the fire, who was such a bundle of a little shrinking creature, at that door, until the owners of all No, said Mr. Creakle. He knows better. He knows me. Let him somehow, begin to laugh again, and draw skeletons all over his were spent, I couldnt hope to remain there when I began to starve.
... found that on account of my legs being short, it could go A cloggy sensation of the lukewarm fat of meat ...
