Like that last line - "all mine" as one might say (or Lisa Stansfield
might sing) "all woman". Or as in allspice. This is my all: mine me,
uncover my riches (or poverty, as may be). Instead of an oil well, an
all-well (that ends well?).
Deadly troll insult (from Terry Pratchett): your mother was an ore.
Books and papers as mulch or midden; the weight of them all. You
almost expect the boxes to be warmer near the middle, like compost,
where decomposition is most rapid. Escape of gasses. Don't go waving
matches around in here - the whole lot could go up in an instant..
(not a joking matter - poor Liz)
How much does Google weigh?
Dominic
--
"The purpose of writing is to inflate weak ideas,
obscure pure reasoning, and inhibit clarity.
With a little practice, writing can be an
intimidating and impenetrable fog!" - Calvin
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