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More from the Bulwer-Lytton book.
'With an almost imperceptible, but still perceptible, though she may have thought it imperceptible, flick of her tiny, blue-veined, but alabaster-white wrist, Monica Forthwright tugged discreetly at the left strap of her lemon-yellow, string bikini top, causing her ample endowments to swell, tremble, quiver for a tiny, an almost imperceptible, but still perceptible moment, and then settle softly back into their frail vessels like two bowls of not-quite-yet-set warm tapioca set suddenly down side by side on a cold kitchen counter, and glanced with dark and stormy eyes over the top of her opalescent and polarized and very, very expensive sunglasses at Brad, who was still not there.'
Daniel J Brown, San Jose, California.
And this was the 1983 winner;
'The camel died quite suddenly on the second day, and Selena fretted sulkily and, buffing her already impeccable nails - not for the first time since the journey began - pondered snidely if this would dissolve into a vignette of minor inconveniences like all the other holidays spent with Basil.'
Gail Cain, San Francisco, California.
One more; gosh this takes ages to type!
'As she saw Thorncrest for the first time -high, forbidding, shrouded by storm -Dawn clutched to her trembling bosom the reticule containing the keys to this new, strange place, her application as governess, a hatpin smeared with curare, a locket containing the first joint of her mother's left little finger, the results of Lord Thorne's most recent wassermann, and a small Baggie containing the last of the bread crumbs she had been dropping steadily since leaving Bog Farm.'
Alan Becker Colusa, California.
(Why are they all from California?)
Tickled me...
'With an almost imperceptible, but still perceptible, though she may have thought it imperceptible, flick of her tiny, blue-veined, but alabaster-white wrist, Monica Forthwright tugged discreetly at the left strap of her lemon-yellow, string bikini top, causing her ample endowments to swell, tremble, quiver for a tiny, an almost imperceptible, but still perceptible moment, and then settle softly back into their frail vessels like two bowls of not-quite-yet-set warm tapioca set suddenly down side by side on a cold kitchen counter, and glanced with dark and stormy eyes over the top of her opalescent and polarized and very, very expensive sunglasses at Brad, who was still not there.'
Daniel J Brown, San Jose, California.
And this was the 1983 winner;
'The camel died quite suddenly on the second day, and Selena fretted sulkily and, buffing her already impeccable nails - not for the first time since the journey began - pondered snidely if this would dissolve into a vignette of minor inconveniences like all the other holidays spent with Basil.'
Gail Cain, San Francisco, California.
One more; gosh this takes ages to type!
'As she saw Thorncrest for the first time -high, forbidding, shrouded by storm -Dawn clutched to her trembling bosom the reticule containing the keys to this new, strange place, her application as governess, a hatpin smeared with curare, a locket containing the first joint of her mother's left little finger, the results of Lord Thorne's most recent wassermann, and a small Baggie containing the last of the bread crumbs she had been dropping steadily since leaving Bog Farm.'
Alan Becker Colusa, California.
(Why are they all from California?)
Tickled me...
