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Originally Posted by Ralph Sir Edward
Here y'all go, punctuation and all.
"I know a place where there is no smog and no parking problem and no population explosion. . . no Cold War and no H-Bombs and no television commercials. . . no Summit Conferences, no Foreign Aid, no hidden taxes-no income tax."
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RAH
One of my favorites.
At noon, when Dr. Charles Ransom moored his houseboat in the entrance to the river, he saw Quilter, the idiot-son of the old woman who lived in the ramshackle barge outside the yacht basin, standing on a spur of exposed rock on the opposite bank and smiling at the dead birds floating in the water below his feet. The reflection of his swollen head swam like a deformed nimbus among the limp plumage. The caking mudbank was speckled with pieces of paper and driftwood, and to Ransom the dreamfaced figure of Quilter resembled a demented faun strewing himself with leaves as he mourned for the lost spirit of the river.