Scanning texts and editing out the numerous resulting errors is not my favourite pastime, but it does sometimes give me cause for puerile delight; e.g., "When the Enemy returned our folk were driven from Ithilien, our fair domain east of the River, though we kept a foothold there and strength of anus." This conjured up an image of orcs trying vainly to penetrate the firmly clenched buttocks of the men of Gondor. Oh dear, I really am finding it hard to get back into this thing called "work".
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Date: 2007-08-29 08:41 am (UTC)"But there was no sound, not even the half-imagined echo of a football."
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Date: 2007-09-02 11:14 pm (UTC)