An essay on dream-interpretation
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A Fanciful Turn
Reginald was Certain that he had Practiced Moderation in his Drink the Previous Evening, and Yet, Finds he Cannot Hit A Thing. "Confound It," Quoth he, "That Dandipratted Servant is Moving my Targets About!"
Familiar Adage?
A Well-Ruled Hand Is One Thing. A Disembodied Hand is Another.
The Secret Agent
Victor, Examining his Quill with Fleshquakes of Anticipation (He Searches for a Secret Message), Never Suspects that it is in Fact Ink-Laden.
Sensational News: Inventor's Unfortunate Attempt
Florian, Upon Setting Flight in His Brand-New Patent-Pending Donut Shaped Hot Air-Balloon ('Balloonut™'), Little Knew That An Offshore Breeze Would Take Him to A Difficult Spot.
A Life in Contemplation
Perhaps thinking of where the psalter's got to, beneath the bed?
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A Felicitous Thought
While Writing a Memoir of Her Life In A Doorless Tower, Ethelberta is Struck by an Idea: Where Do Books Go, When They Disappear Beneath the Bed? Do They Migrate to Another Realm? So Enchanted By This Thought Is She, That She Neglects to Discover That She Is Bearing Upon Her Brow A Faux-Oriental Cushion
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