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There was a comedy sketch (in Not the Nine O'Clock News) in which a man about to be run over by a truck miraculously manages to halt it just long enough to change into the new pair of Y-fronts in his briefcase. Then it flattens him. Sort of like Borges's 'The Secret Miracle'. Best wishes Matthew -----Original Message----- From: Mark Weiss <[log in to unmask]> To: [log in to unmask] <[log in to unmask]> Date: 14 August 2000 22:51 Subject: Re: saints for the new millennium >This may be universal (hence catholic) among tribes that wear underwear: I >was often told by my grandmother that I should never wear dirty linens; >what would the emergency folk think if I collapsed on the street? > >At 08:31 AM 8/14/2000 +0100, you wrote: >> >> >>> Lucky me, though, to have been brought up Catholic by Irish >>> Americans who taught me never to go anywhere without clean >>> underwear in my purse-- >> >>Candice >>> >> >> >>The same here, >>(that was the first rule I ever learned about how to be a proper >>"Christian"...) >>(no, surprise, though.......with two uncles and a cousin priests, two >>aunties and a cousin nuns...) >>They regard me as a pathological case of mundanely resistance...... >> >>Erminia >> >>> >>> >From the point of view of the bunny? >>> >>> >>> >At 06:08 AM 8/14/2000 GMT, Helen Hagemann wrote: >>> >>Hi folks! >>> >>I'm not of Catholic persuasion, more 'christadelphian calathumpian' - as >>> >>Graham Kennedy used to say. However, I often pray for 'luck' so, I guess >>my >>> >>patron saint would have to be 'St. Luck.' Are you interested in humour, >>as I >>> >>could come up with a poem something like 'An Ode to a Rabbit's Foot' ? >>> >>HH >>> >>> >> >> > > %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%