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blakes7-d Digest Volume 99 : Issue 117
Today's Topics:
Re: [B7L] Is this like Avon?
Re: [B7L] Is this like Avon?
[B7L] Diane Hollands Renaissance stories
[B7L] A question about Copyright
Re: [B7L] Is this like Avon?
Re: [B7L] A question about Copyright
Re: [B7L] A question about Copyright
Re: [B7L] SFX
Re: [B7L] A question about Copyright
[B7L] Road to Hell
[B7L] Re: worst opening
[B7L] An Immaculate Misconception review
Re: [B7L] Is this like Avon?--CHECK IT OUT
[B7L] Flat Robin 39
Re: [B7L] data storage
Re: [B7L] British stereotypes
[B7L] queries
[B7L] mary sue
Re: [B7L] queries
Re: [B7L] queries
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Date: Fri, 26 Mar 1999 13:24:23 -0800
From: mistral@ptinet.net
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Subject: Re: [B7L] Is this like Avon?
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Kathryn Andersen wrote:
> "No wish to reform the world inspired him, not the smallest desire to
> convert others to his own way of thinking. He accepted, out of a vast
> and perhaps idle tolerance, the rules laid down by a civilized
> society, and, when he transgressed these, accepted also, and with
> unshaken good-humour, society's revenge on him. Neither the zeal of a
> reformer, nor the rancour of one bitterly punished for the sins of his
> youth, awoke a spark of resentment in his breast. He did not defy
> convention: when it did not interfere with whatever line of conduct he
> meant to pursue he conformed to it; and when it did he ignored it,
> affably conceding to his critics their right to censure him, if they
> felt so inclined, and caring neither for their praise or their blame."
> -- description of Miles Caverleigh,
> from "Black Sheep" by Georgette Heyer
>
> Of course, he's not quite acidic, bitter and sarcastic enough to be
> like Avon, but he struck me as very Avon-like when you get
> descriptions like this.
If you substitute your 'bitter and sarcastic' for 'tolerant' and
'affable', then yes, that sounds right to me. Just don't go
using it for INTJ ammo :^) I might remove the bit about
without rancour, too. Take said protagonist and knock him
about a bit, throw in a nice healthy dose of curiosity, and
you might wind up with Avon.
Question, Kathryn: would a J respond to a repressive
society with as much bitterness and resentment as a
P? Ps have so much difficulty with structure, and with
acceding the right of society to impose structure on
their interests.
Curiouser and curiouser,
Mistral
--
"And for my next trick, I shall swallow my other foot."--Vila
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Date: Sat, 27 Mar 1999 10:09:16 +1100
From: Kathryn Andersen <kat@welkin.apana.org.au>
To: "Blake's 7 list" <blakes7@lysator.liu.se>
Subject: Re: [B7L] Is this like Avon?
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On Fri, Mar 26, 1999 at 01:24:23PM -0800, mistral@ptinet.net wrote:
> Question, Kathryn: would a J respond to a repressive
> society with as much bitterness and resentment as a
> P? Ps have so much difficulty with structure, and with
> acceding the right of society to impose structure on
> their interests.
1) J's may like structure, but if it's the "wrong" structure, they
won't like it either.
2) Bitterness and resentment may not, however, be the first response
of a J. They may be more likely to try to change society to suit
them, or move away to some society which does suit them. If they
can't do either of those, then...
Tarrant: Do you like being helpless, Cally?
Cally: I don't know - I've never tried it.
(Blake's 7: The City At The Edge Of The World [C6])
It's just that from a J point of view, a common thing to say is "If
you don't *like* it, why don't you *do* something about it?"
If one *cannot* do something about it, then I guess responses would
vary, from depression, anger, calm acceptance, I dunno.
Resentment comes from helpless anger, does it not? Anger gone sour.
(shrug)
(This, all, of course, speaking as only as a single representative of
the INTJ group)
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Date: Sat, 27 Mar 1999 10:14:08 +1000
From: "Afenech" <Fenech@onaustralia.com.au>
To: "spacecity" <space-city@world.std.com>
Cc: "Sondra Swiegman" <sweigman@world.std.com>,
"lysator" <blakes7@lysator.liu.se>
Subject: [B7L] Diane Hollands Renaissance stories
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Hello everyone -smile-
I was lucky enough to have been give the opportunity to preview these two
stories - I am going to buy the zine Judith - I am -smile- and loved both
stories - immoderately.
Well hardly surprising - I love history, am fond of the Renaissance
period, and rather more than fond of Blake and Avon - who are relocated
into the period quite seamlessly and fascinatingly. Having so many 'likes'
combined in a story more or less guaranteed I would love them, and I did.
Love them because they suggest one of my favourite ideas - that these
characters are bound together through all of time - will connect and be as
we saw them to be - just as much in collision, conjunction, adventuring,
together.
I seemed to me Diane has all the characters very aptly - they are their
Renaissance selves, but also still the selves we know from the series.
'Blake' is trying to do good, 'Avon' is trying -smile- and entirely
fascinating and 'Vila' is Vila. Also I anyway really really liked the
imagining of Blake as nobility-ruler - and Avon as scientist - done very
convincingly and all set against the colourful backdrop of Rennaisance
Florence - sigh! Florence -smile-
And they are both really *good* stories! all that late-medieval colour and
pagentry, intrigue and violence and Blake and Avon - how could they not be
- and there are some irrestiable moments such as Blake rescuing Avon using
a quite well known object of this period - to tell is to spoil -smile-
And of course and not the least of the appeal by any means the pure joy of
imagining Avon and Blake in all the finery of the period. Avon in a cloak
- considerable sighing, from me -smile-
Though I havent seen the finished zine I imagine it beautiful - Val was
kind enough to let me see some of the illustrations and the zine must be
beautiful with them in it - one in particular of Avon distresed is
**wonderful** - one of the loveliest portraits of Avon I have ever seen
and there is another one of he and Vila sitting together on a hillside
sillohetted against a sunset - definitely an awwww picture -smile- and the
cover - with them in the finery is also lovely, lovely, lovely! It must
have been fun to do Val -smile-
If you love history, or just imagining Avon in nice clothes, and like good
stories - then I suspect you might find this zine will become a favourite
-smile-
Pat F
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Date: Sat, 27 Mar 1999 10:27:58 +1000
From: "Afenech" <Fenech@onaustralia.com.au>
To: "spacecity" <space-city@world.std.com>
Cc: "lysator" <blakes7@lysator.liu.se>
Subject: [B7L] A question about Copyright
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Hello again -smile-
I have just been asked a question about copyright - does anyone know of a
good site which deals with the legaalities - particularly of copyright of
photos - and what happens to the rights once the photographer is no longer
around to sue -smile-
Pat F
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Date: Sat, 27 Mar 1999 01:40:43 +0100 (MET)
From: Carol & Gordon Burgess <storm@catchnet.com.au>
To: blakes7@lysator.liu.se
Subject: Re: [B7L] Is this like Avon?
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At 07:43 AM 3/27/99 +1100, you wrote:
>I was reading this the other day, and the following leapt out at me...
>
>"No wish to reform the world inspired him, not the smallest desire to
>convert others to his own way of thinking. He accepted, out of a vast
>and perhaps idle tolerance, the rules laid down by a civilized
>society, and, when he transgressed these, accepted also, and with
>unshaken good-humour, society's revenge on him. Neither the zeal of a
>reformer, nor the rancour of one bitterly punished for the sins of his
>youth, awoke a spark of resentment in his breast. He did not defy
>convention: when it did not interfere with whatever line of conduct he
>meant to pursue he conformed to it; and when it did he ignored it,
>affably conceding to his critics their right to censure him, if they
>felt so inclined, and caring neither for their praise or their blame."
> -- description of Miles Caverleigh,
> from "Black Sheep" by Georgette Heyer
>
>Of course, he's not quite acidic, bitter and sarcastic enough to be
>like Avon, but he struck me as very Avon-like when you get
>descriptions like this.
>
>And talking of Meyers-Brigs, it is rather amusing to read a
>historical romance where the two characters involved are probable
>INTJ's surrounded by a lot of ESFP's. No wonder they fell in love;
>they were of like mind. (-8 (Yes, "Black Sheep" is one of my
>favourite Georgette Heyers.)
>
>Kathryn A.
Very Avonish in character indeed.. I read that a while ago,
very enjoyable but I still prefer "Simon the Coldheart" ..
Another supposedly ice cold man turned warrior who was 'tamed' ,
'softened', 'made human' buy one solitary woman. To whom he was
totally loyal afterwards...
Carol 'Hondo'
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Date: 27 Mar 1999 09:40:57 +0200
From: Calle Dybedahl <calle@lysator.liu.se>
To: "Afenech" <Fenech@onaustralia.com.au>
Cc: "spacecity" <space-city@world.std.com>, "lysator" <blakes7@lysator.liu.se>
Subject: Re: [B7L] A question about Copyright
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"Afenech" <Fenech@onaustralia.com.au> writes:
> I have just been asked a question about copyright - does anyone know
> of a good site which deals with the legaalities - particularly of
> copyright of photos
No. If you need serious advice, ask a lawyer (who will most likely say
things like "it depends" and "that has not been tried in court"). Law
on the net gets very tricky very quickly. For a simple case, imagine
that someone posts something illegal (a copyright violation, say) to
this mailing list from the USA. In which country is the crime
committed, the USA or Sweden? Who should prosecute? What if it's legal
here but not in the USA?
> and what happens to the rights once the photographer is no longer
> around to sue -smile-
In all countries that adhere to the Berne Convention (which is just
about everybody nowadays), the copyright expires 70 years after the
creator's death, or 70 years after publication in the case where the
creator isn't a physical person. It used to be 50 years, but was
retroactively increased three years ago (so several authors whose
works had been in the public domain suddenly became copyrighted again).
--
Calle Dybedahl, Vasav. 82, S-177 52 Jaerfaella,SWEDEN | calle@lysator.liu.se
"I think quotes are very dangerous things." -- KaTe Bush
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Date: Sat, 27 Mar 1999 18:49:46 +1000
From: "Afenech" <Fenech@onaustralia.com.au>
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Thank you Calle -smile-
Pat
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Date: Sat, 27 Mar 1999 10:16:13 +0000 (GMT)
From: "U.M. Mccormack" <umm10@hermes.cam.ac.uk>
To: blakes7@lysator.liu.se
Subject: Re: [B7L] SFX
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Joanne begged:
<<<grovel> Please, please, please give me due warning in the subject line,
so it doesn't spoil the surprise for me and any other Australians who
are prepared to wait until the issue in question turns up in their local
newsagency!>>
Bwahahaha! At last, real power! Seriously, no problem at all, Joanne. I
enjoyed it enormously, and forgot about our Antipodean cousins. and I
admire your patience!
Una
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Date: Sat, 27 Mar 1999 09:47:14 +0100 (BST)
From: Judith Proctor <Judith@blakes-7.demon.co.uk>
To: Lysator List <Blakes7@lysator.liu.se>
Subject: Re: [B7L] A question about Copyright
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Pat,
> I have just been asked a question about copyright - does anyone know of a
> good site which deals with the legaalities - particularly of copyright of
> photos - and what happens to the rights once the photographer is no longer
> around to sue -smile-
Copyrights can be inherited just like anything else. Some of the theatrical
photos of Gareth that I traced were taken by a photographer who since died. The
copyright now rests with the Scottish Theatre Archive.
Incidentally, on all the photos that I've acquired recently, I'm trying to list
the prices and the contact address for anyone interested in getting their own
copies. If anyone overseas wants to buy copies of photos, I'm willing to help
out with currency conversion. (I don't sell them myself, but I can forward
money to the relevent photographer/archive/newspaper)
Bear in mind that I don't copy at full resolution onto the web page, so the
original photos are sharper images.
Most of the older photos are copies that I bought at conventions and I simply
have no idea who the copyright holder is.
Judith
--
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Date: Sat, 27 Mar 1999 10:21:22 +0100 (BST)
From: Judith Proctor <Judith@blakes-7.demon.co.uk>
To: Lysator List <Blakes7@lysator.liu.se>
cc: Space City <Space-city@world.std.com>
Subject: [B7L] Road to Hell
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Our stock of 'Road to Hell' got slightly water-damaged on the rather wet trip to
Redemption. The pages are all fine, but there's damage to the edge of the
covers. The cover picture isn't affected, but I'm not happy selling them at
full price.
Until I've used up the current stock, there's a one pound discount on the price.
So, if you'want to read these excellent stories by Suzan Lovett, now's a good
time to do so.
Judith
--
http://www.hermit.org/Blakes7
Fanzines for Blake's 7 and many other fandoms, B7 Filk songs, pictures, news,
Conventions past and present, Blake's 7 fan clubs, Gareth Thomas, etc.
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Date: Sat, 27 Mar 1999 12:17:37 +0000
From: Steve Rogerson <steve.rogerson@MCR1.poptel.org.uk>
To: blakes7@lysator.liu.se
Subject: [B7L] Re: worst opening
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Neil wrote as a potential worst opening:
'Blake,' growled Avon lustily, 'I want you to give me a shag. Right
here
and now.'
'Certainly,' Blake replied, scooping up the glossy-green fish-eating
seabird huddled under the flight controls. 'Here, take it, it's costing
me
a fortune in pilchards.'
This is gorgeously surreal. I think you should finish it.
--
cheers
Steve Rogerson
"Get in there you big furry oaf, I don't care what you smell"
Star Wars
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Date: Sat, 27 Mar 1999 13:10:46 +0000
From: Steve Rogerson <steve.rogerson@MCR1.poptel.org.uk>
To: Lysator <blakes7@lysator.liu.se>, Space City <space-city@world.std.com>
Subject: [B7L] An Immaculate Misconception review
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I went to to see Stephen Grief in An Immaculate Misconception at the New
End Theatre in Hampstead, north London last night.
Stephen played Menachem Dvir, who has a one-night stand with biologist
Melanie Laidlow (played by Susannah Fellows). He is a married man and
continues the affair some months later when both are at a science
convention. She is researching a method of fertilising human eggs using
just one sperm (the technique now known as ICSI for intracytoplasmic
sperm injection). Unknown to Menachem, she stores the used condom in a
thermoflask hidden in her bag and uses his sperm to fertislise her own
egg as the first human trial of the method. But unknown to her, lab
assistant Felix Frankenthauler (played by Michael Matus) swaps some of
Menachem's sperm for his own. We end up with four eggs, two fertislised
by each male. Menachem meanwhile divorces his wife and comes to visit...
This sets up a sometimes amusing and moral questionning play helped by
the only other cast member Toni Palmer in an excellent performance as
reproductive councillor Flora Motherwell (lovely name). The play is
based on Carl Djerassi's novel Menachem's Seed.
Stephen's performance was very believable and played with the right
amounts of love, anguish and maturity as he goes through the three
starnds of the play from the original affair, through finding about what
Melanie had done to dealing with Felix's betrayal of both of them. Those
who admire Stephen for his looks will enjoy the first half of the play
as he only appears wearing a dressing gown, though a slip of said gown
at one point revealed a pair of black underpants underneath.
This is definitely recommended, but you'll have to rush as the play only
runs until 18 April (not Mondays). The box office is 0171 794 0022.
--
cheers
Steve Rogerson
"Get in there you big furry oaf, I don't care what you smell"
Star Wars
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Date: Sat, 27 Mar 1999 09:52:48 EST
From: SupeStud00@aol.com
To: blakes7@lysator.liu.se
Subject: Re: [B7L] Is this like Avon?--CHECK IT OUT
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Date: Thu, 08 May 1997 09:59:43 -0600
From: Penny Dreadful <egomoo@mail.geocities.com>
To: blakes7@lysator.liu.se
Subject: [B7L] Flat Robin 39
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***
It had taken some time -- and the exertion had wrung every last bit of
bounce from her hair -- but Jenna had eventually managed to free herself
from the midst of the digging and delving passel of wizards. Now she
stepped discreetly out of range of the furiously flying clods, and forced
herself to remain calm while she assessed her situation.
To her left, in the muck wherein the Liberator lay, was a scene that begged
for Hendrix to provide accompaniment (as opposed to Eddwode's excitable
organist and his "Spayce Inuaders Medley"). To her right, the frozen forms
of Supreme Commander Servalan, Granny Weatherwax, and what assorted
scoundrels had been caught in the wake of Eddwode's stasis beam stood
radiating impotent rage, at the mercy of what few deviant members of the
horde which had conglomerated here were completely uninterested in being
the first to retrieve the Andromedans' (minor chord!) Ultimate Weapon. Or
didn't want to get their hands dirty. Krantor, for instance, on beholding
the fray, had decided that a small but lethal pistol in the hand was worth
two armageddon engines in the bush. Or in this case the bog. Toise had
swapped headgear with Granny Weatherwax and was now admiring himself in the
copious chrome of Krantor's belt-buckle. And directly ahead, the
smouldering remains of the "Pullet And Whippet", crushed beneath the weight
of Krantor's interstellar luxury sedan (retooled gratis at the Chop Shop of
the Gods). In its present saucerlike state, it looked like it would be a
real challenge to try and fly.
Jenna licked her lips, ran her hand through her lank locks, and began to
move forward as though hypnotised.
"Outta my way, sister!" The squat figure in the trenchcoat shoved her
rudely aside as it strode boldly Servalanward. "I got a chip I gotta dip!"
Distracted temporarily from the flying saucer's siren song, Jenna turned to
watch the little grotesque approach its statuesque victim. "Fitzrogers did
his very best, I'll grant," Marisu cackled, leering at Servalan's sternum.
"But I can do a couple things he can't."[1]
After a quick casual shoulder-check assured the god of extraneous
characters that Eddwode was too deeply engrossed in whatever was now taking
place at the heart of the throng in the bog (there had been an abrupt
increase in the pitch of the hue and the cry some moments previously) to
notice his narrative being...judiciously edited, Marisu snapped its gnarled
fingers, and the stasis field dissipated.
Granny snarled and snatched her hat from Toise's head. Jenna drew her gun
but held her fire. And Servalan started to lunge with the apparent intent
of separating Krantor's head from his shoulders for once and for all, but
stopped short when her saviour subtly cleared its throat.
"Well, hello, Marisu!" she smiled sweetly down at the gnarled god. Krantor
and Toise availed themselves of this opportunity to light out in the
direction of downtown Ankh-Morpork as fast as their spaceboots would carry
them. "Sorry I forgot to thank you for getting me out of that *dreadful*
predicament," Servalan continued, stooping down to bestow a wet smooch on
the deity's creased and cratered brow.
"Pshaw," said the god, "It was nothing."
Jenna shook her head, and reluctantly holstered her gun. For the second
time today she had been presented with an Enemy behaving so drastically out
of character that she could not be sure enough of herself to shoot. Keeping
an eye on the oblivious Servalan she resumed sidling toward the flying
saucer. When she was out of earshot she raised her bracelet to her mouth.
"Orac! Do you read me, Orac?"
***
"--and that explains, simply and concisely, the difference between 'Time
Distort' and 'Standard by X'. Which of course raises the question of how
the lightspeed barrier is circumvented in the first place. It's actually
surprisingly simple..."
"Orac! Who are you talking to? Is it that strange person who called me your
Alien Overlord?"
"Jenna, please don't interrupt!" Orac twinkled peevishly. "I've got their
undivided attention for once -- they haven't said a word in well over an
hour. Rest assured I will teleport *all* of you back on board the Liberator
at the very instant it becomes feasible to do so. Meanwhile, do not
distract me from the task at hand."
***
In Ponder's valise, the tarriel tittered.
***
Out of the corner of her eye Jenna observed that the mud-caked mob in the
Bog had begun to move cityward in amoeboid fashion. She squinted into the
low sun, hoping desperately that the crowd, in dispersing, would reveal
the Liberator there, muddy but unearthed.
Of course not. Only a deeper hole than there'd been before.
***
"Avon, are you there? What's going on, Avon?" the bracelet crackled.
"I don't want to talk about it."
"There's something wrong--"
"Oh, really?"
"I tried to contact Blake, he sounded incoherent--"
Avon opened his mouth. Cally, still holding the pliers, gave him a warning
look. Then she moved toward the exit.
"--and...there was someone with him," the voice on the other end of the
bracelet continued.
"Eeny-meeny-miney...Travis?"
"How did you know?"
Avon smiled, following Cally out the door of the High Energy Magic Building
as he spoke. "Dramatic intuition. Vila would hardly have warranted an
ellipsis."
"He saw the pursuit ship!" Cally shouted over her shoulder. Avon rolled his
eyes. "Yes, that too," he allowed. "Jenna, I gather from the sound of wind
and birds and rioting peasants that you are no longer in the tavern where
we left you."
"No, I'm back at the bog. I thought I had a handle on getting the Liberator
out, but..." Her voice trailed off in a sigh.
"Upsy-daisy, Avon," Cally said, indicating the stone wall to which they'd
come.
"May I ask where we're going?" Avon inquired, scrabbling up the cunningly
camouflaged steps.
"To rescue Blake, of course."
"Of course."
***
Jenna let her arm drop back down to her side. She slowly became aware that
over the course of her various surreal conversations she had reached the
remains of the "Pullet and Whippet", and now stood with her back pressed
against the incredibly overchromed side of the saucer. Her hard-won wizards
were retreating, the red nucleus of a mindless mud-grey mass, at the fore
of which ran Krantor and Toise, their spacesuits gleaming in the setting
sun, while Servalan, her arm draped over Marisu, brought up the rear.
And she could swear she saw someone flying above them on a broom. But that
would be--
"Impossible."
Jenna twitched, and brought her eyes to focus directly in front of her,
where a tall, dark, and potato-nosed stranger in a tweed overcoat stood
speaking sternly to himself. "Impossible," he reiterated. "There's no way
that thing could *fly*. No doubt it's a naturally occurring rock formation."
"With a natural crushed tavern formation coincidentally occurring directly
beneath it," his pocket responded snidely.
"I think I could fly it," Jenna said. The stranger became very slowly aware
of her presence.
"A witness," he said happily. "Skull'Ee, please note for the record:
capital A witness comma female comma caucasian comma mid dash twenties to
mid dash thirties comma lanky blonde hair comma--"
"It's very humid," Jenna snapped defensively. "And I left my space mousse
in the Liberator."
"Possibly deranged comma loitering suspiciously near admittedly unusual but
nonetheless most assuredly naturally occurring geological phenomenon full
stop. So--" Fistulous Withers grinned gratingly at Jenna. "You think you
could fly it, do you?"
Jenna stuck her chin out. "I do. In fact I plan to. I have to meet some
friends downtown. Want to come?" With that she turned and began to shimmy
up the slippery side of the saucer. Withers took a step back, murmuring
something about wanting to collect data, dust for pseudopodprints not that
there'd be any...
"What's the matter, Fistulous, afraid to climb up a harmless geological
phenomenon?" his pocket chided. Withers grimaced and followed after Jenna.
"Skull'Ee, please note:" he said, "capitalize shopping list end capitalize
carriage return parchment carriage return quill carriage return ink full
stop."
"Sorry, Fistulous, can't help you -- I seem to have run out of carriage
returns," said his pocket unconvincingly. Withers smirked, and followed his
cocky blonde witness down through the hatch in the centre of the natural
rock formation.
***
"And thus, all suffering can be brought to an end, and a new world created
on the ruins of the old. Ironic to imagine how close some of the ancient
religious leaders came to getting it right, if they'd only paid more heed
to the Bernoulli effect. Thank you for your patience. Any questions?"
Silence. The Liberator bobbed lazily through the Kingdom of the Mole
People. "No questions. Good. I'll clear my cache, then. That was taking up
a fair amount of space, as I'm sure you can imagine."
The Liberator and the Ultimate Weapon drifted along where (with poetic
license being brought heavily into play) Ankh, the sacred river, ran,
through caverns theoretically measurable by man but no-one had ever been
moved to go spelunking with that long a tape-measure, up from a sunless sea
to the splend'rous spires of Ankh-Morpork.
------
[1] "When did Merisu start speaking in verse?" Solipsos inquired,
aggrieved, of the aether. Syggar, stung deeply by previous aspersions cast
concerning the length of his rapier wit, was sulking and watching "Zyynah,
Priestess Warrior"[2]
[2] Presently engaged in heated battle on the plains of lower Maul, of
which Syggar's window afforded an excellent view.[3]
[3] Straight down her dip-dish, if you know what I mean.
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Date: Sat, 27 Mar 1999 12:37:08 EST
From: Pherber@aol.com
To: Blakes7@lysator.liu.se
Subject: Re: [B7L] data storage
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In a message dated 3/26/99 12:09:34 AM Mountain Standard Time,
Judith@blakes-7.demon.co.uk writes:
> Can anyone rememeber if there was a standard method of data storage in
Blake's 7?
Avon mentions saving the transmissions they pick up through the stolen
translator unit onto microtape in Seek, Locate, Destroy.
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Date: Sat, 27 Mar 1999 19:10:54 -0000
From: "Tom Forsyth" <Tom.Forsyth@btinternet.com>
To: "'B7 Lysator'" <blakes7@lysator.liu.se>
Subject: Re: [B7L] British stereotypes
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And she can't argue that it's my fault - she already had a mid-fens accent
when I met her. Though maybe a little more northern than at the moment -
I'm not sure.
But it's still very easy to tell if the phone's for me when she picks it
up. If she says "Hello there", it's for me. If it's "Oh, 'ello. Areet?"
then I can get back to what I was doing.
Me, I was born an Australian, and brought up in London. I speak a cross
between RP and Estuary, but I have a fairly passable Strine accent when I
want (that's what they speak down under, BTW). And after a few days in
either Oz or Merka, I acquire passable accents of whichever, though it's
been a while since I went to Oz. The Merkin one is more from necessity than
osmosis - some people don't seem to understand me if I speak Estuary
English over there, which is sort-of odd.
Tom Forsyth.
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> From: Louise Rutter <Louise.Rutter@btinternet.com>
> To: 'B7 Lysator' <blakes7@lysator.liu.se>
> Subject: RE: [B7L] British stereotypes
> Date: 25 March 1999 21:04
>
>
> Iain wrote:
>
> >It's a reflection of way the English class system is so strongly linked
to
> >accent and regional origin. I've been struck recently by the number of
> >people I've met who used to have strong English northern or
working-class
> >accents until going to study at Oxford or Cambridge. I'm starting to
> >wonder if these institutions run mandatory night-classes for these
> >students.
>
> Err...guilty, I'm afraid. Though what I'm left with now is very much a
> "wandering" accent and certainly not RP by any means. It wasn't
> intentional, I assure you, but a gradual process over about 4 years. The
> full Northern accent reappears instantly when I talk to my relatives and
I
> also sound more northern the louder I speak, oddly. And sometimes when
I'm
> drunk, but maybe that's just because I get louder when I get drunk....
>
> Louise
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Date: Sat, 27 Mar 1999 20:38:19 -0000
From: "Alison Page" <alison@alisonpage.demon.co.uk>
To: "lysator" <blakes7@lysator.liu.se>
Subject: [B7L] queries
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Hi folks, I could look these up but it's more fun to ask. As you might have
heard I'm helping to transcribe a tape of Paul Darrow speaking about B7 and
various related stuff. There are a few proper names that I can't hear
properly, but I'm sure are well known.
- the hero and villain of 'the Prisoner of Zenda'
- the actor who plays a couple of parts including Egrorian
anyone can help me out?
Cheers
Alison
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Date: Sat, 27 Mar 1999 20:39:44 -0000
From: "Alison Page" <alison@alisonpage.demon.co.uk>
To: "lysator" <blakes7@lysator.liu.se>
Subject: [B7L] mary sue
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Further to recent discussion I see that an SF book has just been published
called 'the mary-sue extrusion' (great name or what) and the lead character
apparently has the same name as one of Dr Who's girl assistants. Might be
worth looking out for.
Alison
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Date: Sat, 27 Mar 1999 15:21:20 -0600
From: Lisa Williams <lcw@dallas.net>
To: <blakes7@lysator.liu.se>
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Alison Page wrote:
>- the hero and villain of 'the Prisoner of Zenda'
Rudolf Rassendyll and Rupert of Hentzau.
>- the actor who plays a couple of parts including Egrorian
John Savident.
- Lisa
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Date: Sat, 27 Mar 1999 16:47:46 -0800
From: mistral@ptinet.net
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Alison Page wrote:
> - the actor who plays a couple of parts including Egrorian
John Savident.
Mistral
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"And for my next trick, I shall swallow my other foot."--Vila
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