Mary Branscombe (marypcb) wrote,
Mary Branscombe
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I know I'm not meant to read it

but the weird conjunctions in the text spammers use to get past filters that look for whether there's enough content for a real email are getting quite surreal.

"Before the words were well out of his mouth, he was whisked away somehow, and in his place appeared a tall man, muffled up to the eyes, leaning on the arm of another tall man, who tried to say something and couldn't. Of course there was a general stampede, and for several minutes everybody seemed to lose their wits, for the strangest things were done, and no one said a word. Mr. March became invisible in the embrace of four pairs of loving arms. Jo disgraced herself by nearly fainting away, and had to be doctored by Laurie in the china closet. Mr. Brooke kissed Meg entirely by mistake, as he somewhat incoherently explained. And Amy, the dignified, tumbled over a stool, and never stopping to get up, hugged and cried over her father's boots in the most touching manner. Mrs. March was the first to recover herself, and held up her hand with a warning, "Hush! Remember Beth." But it was too late. The study door flew open, the little red wrapper IMHOTEP'S EYES as his tongue is apparently cut out. The Embalmer flings Imhotep's tongue onto the floor. The Mumia's dogs attack and quickly eat it
KENTON (CONT.)Some sort of problem?"

noo, noo, just your average everyday horor story folding through the walls of American Literature; nothing to see here, move along please, the Plot Sanitizer will be here shortly...
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