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Right. Enough of this summer (such as it is) lark. Enough flip-flopping about suggestively licking 99s. Enough gambolling through meadows gaily tossing rose petals. The days are shortening and the nights will soon be growing long. Time to get back to the important things in life: horror, madness, wailing & shrieking, sobbing wretchedly. Yes, it's time for Dreadful Thoughts: Session 13.
Your homework? May Sinclair's sex-toplasmic tale of an uncanny ménage à trois: "The Nature of the Evidence" (1923). Read. Think. Make notes. Return here on Thursday for the start of a week-long chat.
Story: "The Nature of the Evidence" (html)
Discussion Opens: Thursday, 20th August @ 9 p.m. (and runs for seven full days).
By the way, above image is of an actual (2nd hand) shop window in Limerick (near Milk Market). It is deeply freaky.
That picture is terrifying.
Also, glad this is back!
You should see it up close, in colour, and in real-life. You’d lose your reason.
Glad you’re glad!
Oo! Nice surprise. Will check in later.
See you later, Jo. I’ll have the kettle on.
Neat, I’ve never read this book. I’m away to see _District 9_ tonight, though, sorry!
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Week long session, Niall, so we (or at least I!) will be here waiting for you when you get back.
Waiting. Just staring and waiting…