Italian honor (was Wedding fakebook)

[MASCARO at humnet.ucla.edu]

Damme say you, man?  Ah, then the die is cast!!  We meet at sunrise, Sir, to resolve the 
question as men of honor do't.  At what shall we engage?  Ellipses at ten paces?
  The dread 
ensteele'd Dash?  Venemous Semicolons?  
I assume you will be accompanied by your second, Signore Seigel'o;  I shall attempt to 
engage the services of a suitable ally--perhaps that Lud's about, or one of my erstwhile 
Jesuit mentors . . . 

john m
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Andrew writes:
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>What, Sir? Punctuate my Panache? D---e, where's my Hanger! . . . I'll
>punctuate you, Sir . . .
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