----- Original Message ----- From: "Michael Geary" <atlas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> To: <lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> Sent: Wednesday, April 07, 2004 12:15 AM Subject: [lit-ideas] Re: gigawatt chivalrous inflammatory handyman drainage > Thank you, David. I am currently reading McCarthy's Bar as per your > recommendation which was passed along to me by Sir JL Speranza and yourself. > gigawatt chivalrous inflammatory handyman drainage I suggest a contest to determine what that subject line is all about. > Remember it's just a verbal Rorschach, not a line of Scripture, there is no > answer except the judge's prejudice. The contest should be judged by > JulieReneB. who is probably the only person on list willing to read every > entry. But what's in it for you? Prizes, that's what! Second prize will > be a poem from me. First prize is no poem. Go ahead, now. Show how sick > you really are. > > Mike Geary > disqualifying himself. That's an easy one. I took the phrase at face value. It's an e-mail from our writer-in-residence back from a phase of creative rejuvenation (and refrigeration consultation). Its subject line announces just that: a lot of high-power love-sick drip from a mechanic <grin>. I thought it was prefatory to a chapter of Mike's latest seepage, sump-pumped up from Convalescenza. A sort of Magic Mountain in reverse. You see the signs for the specialty all over the place in Germany--Lymphdrainage--and I can only imagine that it involves a nurse's muscular manipulation of infammatory nodes till said *drainage* (pronounced as would Dépardieu) purges same. Richard Henninge ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html