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[Robin Landseadel]

I SAID THE CROSS BEAMS HAS GONE ASKEW ON THE TREADLE. I DIDN'T EXPECT  
A KIND OF SPANISH INQUISITION PARTICULAR AS I AM A GUMBY SMASHING TWO  
BRICKS TOGETHER!
On Sep 17, 2010, at 10:48 AM, Henry M wrote:

> What?  Couldn't hear you with all the noise!
>
> AsB4,
> ٩(●̮̮̃•̃)۶
> Henry Mu
> http://astore.amazon.com/tdcoccamsaxe-20
>
>
>
> On Fri, Sep 17, 2010 at 1:32 PM, Dave Monroe <against.the.dave at gmail.com 
> > wrote:
>> loud and/or clear
>>
>> On Fri, Sep 17, 2010 at 9:15 AM, Joseph Tracy <brook7 at sover.net>  
>> wrote:

	. . .The act itself closes with Domenico, to whom the naive
	Niccolo started it off by spilling his secret, trying to get in to see
	Duke Angelo and betray his dear friend. The Duke, of course, is
	in his apartment busy knocking off a piece, and the best
	Domenico can do is an administrative assistant who turns out to
	be the same Ercole who once saved the life of young Niccolo
	and aided his escape from Faggio. This he presently confesses
	to Domenico, though only after having enticed that informer into
	foolishly bending over and putting his head into a curious black
	box, on the pretext of showing him a pornographic diorama. A
	steel vise promptly clamps onto the faithless Domenico's head
	and the box muffles his cries for help. Ercole binds his hands
	and feet with scarlet silk cords, lets him know who it is he's run
	afoul of, reaches into the box with a pair of pincers, tears out
	Domenico's tongue, stabs him a couple times, pours into the
	box a beaker of aqua regia, enumerates a list of other goodies,
	including castration, that Domenico will undergo before he's
	allowed to die, all amid screams, tongueless attempts to pray,
	agonized struggles from the victim. With the tongue impaled on
	his rapier Ercole runs to a burning torch set in the wall, sets the
	tongue aflame and waving it around like a madman concludes
	the act by screaming,


	Thy pitiless unmanning is most meet,

	Thinks Ercole the zany Paraclete.

	Descended this malign, Unholy Ghost,

	Let us begin thy frightful Pentecost.

Heresy, I say.

And, now here's Terri Williams -- dressed up for you all in sequins --  
with sports.

Terri?