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cybmole · 02-01-2014, 11:30 AM

user-preference. why do the same key strokes 1000 times if you can have them automated..

anyway the book that triggered the request was a kindle best seller azw3 conversion.

maybe all azw3 conversions look like s**t when converted & not prettified, or maybe it was just this one.

or maybe you can read this as-is?
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<body class="calibre"><div class="calibre2"><h3 id="c251292161" class="calibre5">Prologue</h3>*Pudding Lane1666*It only took a spark to burn London to the ground.*In the still of the early morning a hooded figure cast a burning torch through an open window of the bakery. No one saw him discard it amid bales of straw and bread baskets, and no one saw him take off again, in silence and in stealth, like a thief in the night.Thomas Farynor, the king’s baker, slept fitfully in the rooms above the shop on Pudding lane, where below in the darkened cellars, illuminated only by candlelight and the glow of the coal fired ovens, his workmen kneaded dough for Sunday’s supply of bread to the palace. Bread fit for royalty!*Rising smoke crept through the cracks in the floor of the rooms above, until the household was awakened by the intensity of the choking fogginess burning the whites of their eyes. With rising panic, Thomas and his family escaped through a top floor window, and as the fumes chased them, desperate to consume them, they ran for their lives through London’s adjoining dry wood houses.<p

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02-01-2014, 11:30 AM	#6
cybmole Wizard Posts: 3,720 Karma: 1759970 Join Date: Sep 2010 Device: none	user-preference. why do the same key strokes 1000 times if you can have them automated.. anyway the book that triggered the request was a kindle best seller azw3 conversion. maybe all azw3 conversions look like s*t when converted & not prettified, or maybe it was just this one. or maybe you can read this as-is? </head> <body class="calibre"><div class="calibre2"><h3 id="c251292161" class="calibre5">Prologue</h3><p class="center"></p><p class="center">Pudding Lane</p><p class="center"><em class="calibre6">1666</em></p><p class="center"></p><p class="center"><em class="calibre6">It only took a spark to burn London to the ground.</em></p><p class="center"></p><p class="calibre7">In the still of the early morning a hooded figure cast a burning torch through an open window of the bakery. No one saw him discard it amid bales of straw and bread baskets, and no one saw him take off again, in silence and in stealth, like a thief in the night.</p><p class="calibre7">Thomas Farynor, the king’s baker, slept fitfully in the rooms above the shop on Pudding lane, where below in the darkened cellars, illuminated only by candlelight and the glow of the coal fired ovens, his workmen kneaded dough for Sunday’s supply of bread to the palace. Bread fit for royalty!</p><p class="calibre7"></p><p class="calibre7">Rising smoke crept through the cracks in the floor of the rooms above, until the household was awakened by the intensity of the choking fogginess burning the whites of their eyes. With rising panic, Thomas and his family escaped through a top floor window, and as the fumes chased them, desperate to consume them, they ran for their lives through London’s adjoining dry wood houses.</p><p Code: </head> <body class="calibre"><div class="calibre2"><h3 id="c251292161" class="calibre5">Prologue</h3><p class="center"></p><p class="center">Pudding Lane</p><p class="center"><em class="calibre6">1666</em></p><p class="center"></p><p class="center"><em class="calibre6">It only took a spark to burn London to the ground.</em></p><p class="center"></p><p class="calibre7">In the still of the early morning a hooded figure cast a burning torch through an open window of the bakery. No one saw him discard it amid bales of straw and bread baskets, and no one saw him take off again, in silence and in stealth, like a thief in the night.</p><p class="calibre7">Thomas Farynor, the king’s baker, slept fitfully in the rooms above the shop on Pudding lane, where below in the darkened cellars, illuminated only by candlelight and the glow of the coal fired ovens, his workmen kneaded dough for Sunday’s supply of bread to the palace. Bread fit for royalty!</p><p class="calibre7">*</p><p class="calibre7">Rising smoke crept through the cracks in the floor of the rooms above, until the household was awakened by the intensity of the choking fogginess burning the whites of their eyes. With rising panic, Thomas and his family escaped through a top floor window, and as the fumes chased them, desperate to consume them, they ran for their lives through London’s adjoining dry wood houses.</p><p