Greetings.I call to you from a small hut in the middle of a distant sea. I am surrounded by pelicans and tankers crewed by malnourished Filipinos, neither of whom seem inclined to approach. There will be more news when I can find a bottle sufficiently strong to insert the truth into and float over to your distant cyber shore. Stay tuned. Sufis it to say, we are all perennials here. If I had eight records to choose they would all be the Hippopotamus Song by Flanders and Swann, because I think they could use the money. My luxury would be nail clippers and my book would be Parturition In Nuns.
I hope you threw the bible and the complete works of Shakespeare into the sea as soon as you reached destination.
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