Today I received a junk email from "Canadian Drugstore" which tried to sell me viagra. This is not a surprise. I get 10 emails a day trying to sell me viagra. My junk mail is always, always, ALWAYS about viagra, as if I am a modern-day Casanova but with an erectile dysfunction.
But there is also a tonne of random text. The text is strange. There are 10,000 words of gibberish; fragments from books, strewn together. Its purpose is to trick my junk filter into thinking the email is actually full of useful text. You see, the text dilutes the junk, like water diluting shit.
The text is chaotic. There is a surprising amount of HTML behind it, so that every sentence is displayed differently, like how every snowflake is unique. It is a schizophrenic spectrum of absurd dialogue, formatting, and outdated vernacular. It is beautiful.
I've decided to publish it here as art. See for yourself.
In my inbox it includes colour too. Looks nice.
rubbing off the other tables and putting out the chairs. He sat sipping
"By gum, that'd be great sport."
mean what you say ? No. When you say 'the world is round,' do you mean what "Why is it," he asked vaguely, "that I think you are quite= a decent "My dear friend, I admit nothing. . . . Till this evening, good-bye."
"You are right," and then almost immediately afterwards, "Has anyone
themselves one more individual who might be useful. the nose should have been, was a triangular black patch that ended in some
RANDOMWORD "Talk sense," said Syme shortly. "Into what sort of devils' parliament
scientific and artistic worlds are silently bound in a crusade against the
RANDOMWORDthe wounded. Name of God!"
"Does anyone second this amendment?" he said. A tall, tired man, with
| "SIT down!" said Sunday in a voice that he used once or twice in his
| this stench and filth and degradation of slavery as part of the divine order
 = ;| dice began again, farther away this time.
blowing his whistle to make two men carrying a large steaming pot on a pole hardly the shred of a doubt that in some silent and extraordinary way Sunday
"Yes. We fight the enemy but we hate the gendarmes." The commandant full of light.
to use very sparingly, having the simple tastes of the French middle class,
the shadows darkened to grey-purple and black. Now and then he glanced climbed in with two holes through his hat.
"We have one more chance," said Syme, taking the steel out of his
CHAPTER XIII. THE PURSUIT OF THE PRESIDENT He knew, as he abandoned himself to her ploys and the glories of her
such as that with which crowds receive kings. Cups were clashed and torchesunnatural virtue. You heard the voice in the dark, and you never heard it
past; now there was a change in his accent, more shocking than any scream.
bad one, I think, at that; not a thing to be worshipped as God. The one
Porte St. Martin, lingering to look in the offered faces of women, to listen
"I know," she told him, "and your time is almost at hand, to love mewhether he should or should not keep faith with Gregory.
by long processions of poplars, aflame with vermilion and carmine of "And who are we?" asked Syme, emptying his champagne glass.
streamed down both sides of his nose.
the sight of their pursuers. Nevertheless, the ride had been a long one, and
their own as much as other people's."
"By gum, that'd be great sport.". ."
outlined in utter black the advancing legs of a black-clad figure. He seemed "Zso! Zso!" he cried, with an obscure excitement, his heavy Polish
Through the trees from which they lay they could see the close-packed
Americans, Canadians, civilians with canes and straw hats and well-dressed
. . You know, where the hillside is beginning to get rocky."
apprehension of religion existed in the mind of palaeolithic man."pass within the circles of her eyes and never depart.
the beastly gas-bag would burst!"
"Comrade Gregory commands--" "He wouldn't really use--bombs or that sort of thing?"
voices through their masks.
Of what huge devils hid the stars, yet fell at a pistol flash.being thrown on gravel.
perish; it is the Law.' Well, well, it seems majors don't do this. I was " > "Put your masks on again; you can't breathe without them in this the dark!"
"I suppose," said Syme, smiling, "that this is the corresponding decent
spit yellow flame. Constant throbbing of detonations. " >backs and their thighs. The faces drooped under the helmets, tilted to one
or indirectly under the yoke of the insane greed of the white races. Well,
"When?" Gendarmerie turn out. Keep after me."
It expands; it only destroys because it broadens; even so, thought only fell down."
that you are taking his nose in vain?" forgive you. I know you are contentment, optimism, what do they call the
barn.
upside down, that all trees were growing downwards and that all stars were
plates, cans, clamorous voices, sudden struggles and stampedes, there was
like a long nasal trumpet.
of mutual suicide. Have we the courage of our own faith?" He leaned over to crank the car.
like his master, valorous but not desperate; like his master, he was evenbeen, where had been the curved belly and the genitals, where the thighs hadthe stars. He wondered whether even the archangels understood the hornbill.but it would be now--and there he activated ancient circuits within= the "The answer is simple," he said. "I told you I was a serious anarchist, "Division hasn't started out yet, ole boy;= an' we're the last of theoutrageous tale, from the time when Gregory had taken him to the littlein blue gingham, sleeves rolled up as far as possible on her brown arms, a
the little arbour. Martin lolled over the rough board table, resting his
To see the elephant and the wild kangaroo,
put the lamp out.
pride of life, the drums of the pride of death.
bless my soul! I seemed to fancy that something fell on the top of my hat!" When the herring tri=
es to fly,
passionate chanting of the endless offices of the Church. keeping his word was that he was keeping it to miscreants. It was his last
Christians. Suppose we seem as mad as the Christians because we are really
For we're going to see the damn show through!"(0)
definable way produced any art. But although its pretensions to be an
insult. I cannot de= scribe the surprise I felt when my entrance was received
&= nbsp;| black coat looked as if it were only black by being too dense a purple. His
white drift was rising round his boots and ankles; but it seemed as ifall self-control when I do. I hate them so it makes me quite ill. . . . The
The waiter came with coffee and hot milk and little crisp loaves of
"A single tyranny, instead of a million. What's the choice?" cried
He stepped across swiftly, if not quite steadily. The Marquis, seeing
instant he could only point without speaking.before them.
For the first time in the proceedings there was for a few seconds afound himself. The hedges were ordinary hedges, the trees seemed ordinary
incredible accident, there were here to-night a man who all his life had
bishops and majors?' He looked at me with his large but indecipherable face.
these things, and it was a good hour's grind. Did you learn it all on the
The cock or striker is moved from half-cock to full-cock; scientific intellect than with the normal and excusable, though excessive,
"Well, our louie's name's Duval, but he spells it with a small 'd' and "Cease; drain not to its dregs the wine,
louse-eaten flesh.
whitewashed walls, and lit up the dark beams of that part of the ceiling.
white fog of snow high up in the heaven the whole atmosphere of the city was
sword-stick, he held it hard. "Ah, sunflower, weary of time,
He woke up and stretched himself stiffly, smelling grass and damp "You are right," =
said the blonde Norman sullenly; "we have all been
keeping his word was that he was keeping it to miscreants. It was his last "Dead."
RANDOMWORDbeauty of the building and of the woods and the clouds that drifted
"We've heard that before," said Tom Randolph.
RANDOMWORDthe abbey."
Syme--' " Randolph came up to Martin.
simultaneously into the broad sunlight of the morning and the broad sunlight
"Of course, we all have our opinions and even our eyes, but really to that you really have a face. I have not faith enough to believe in matter."at which he sat had begun to revolve, first slowly, and then rapidly, as if
the world outside him. For although the card lay at the other extreme of the
"America has turned traitor to all that, you see; that's the way we
nothing for half an hour except that I liked the singing of that girl with
perspectives properly (though his could), and he lay his right hand upon her
"I'll tell you," answered the man in spectacles. "This big pot in the "Yes," said Gregory, with a great and dangerous restraint, "I am the
policeman in connection with me?"
things into my pocket, step out of a door in this cavern, which opens on the When the Marquis was informed by his seconds that Syme could only fight in
"I'm a cobbler by profession," said the man. He made a gesture with the 'Down! down! presumptuous human reason!' they found out in some way that I
" >opposite corner, they saw at once the little balcony and a figure that two servants, who had carried the Marquis's luggage when he was a marquis,
"Yes, I am," he said mildly. "So are you." "Very well," said Gregory, his face darkening, "you shall see something
themselves most likely, price of the things that they'd given. collapse.
to his caresses, and her mouth was a tiny flame, igniting wherever it
point of policy, insisted, with great dignity and in very bad French, that
simple and unpretentious exterior. But that is all= our modesty. We are the
They were annoyed at the intrusion that packed the box insupportably The doctor in charge of the post came up and sat beside Martin. He was
unoccupied bunks. "I'll call you when we need a car." After the hospital, smelling of chloride and blankets and reeking
"Good."
that beast, the Marquis, over with his bomb, because the President had his
visible, the dark, slender spire soaring above the crossing. So had the
steadily at the men around him. As he did so, he gradually felt all hisand I'd ride about with my wife. Oh, she was nice in those days! She was
"How long did it take you?" Martin Howe sat at a table on the sidewalk under the brown awning of a
understand; he would not see the meaning of generosity. He is not being
how when he was a little kid he'd had an uncle who used to tell him about
The other four got to their feet grumbling more or less, and betook
Bull turned to the new detective who had led their flight, and permittedurging the horse at breakneck speed. But Syme was in no mood for delicacies,
He was spinning out his sentences, making them intolerably long andagainst an ultimate horizon, visions from the verge. The ends of the earth
to break his legs, he called another cab.
streaking with silver her cheeks the color of snow or a bone. Her almond
things you have put down for him? In that case, I understand, your own
had once lived. "I die for zem," cried the Pole in thick excitement, "and I slay zare
Someone pulled them back into the abri. "Here; we've found another." detest me as a tyrant or detest me as a slave. If you will not take my
on.
rode, however, the whole rank still kept well together, and they could seething on certain desperate occasions; but I'm hanged if I can see why they "And you are the Marquis de Saint Eustache," he said gracefully.clearly. He remembered especially seeing pelicans, with their preposterous, near London. He walked by instinct along one white road, on which early
Throughout their whole journey by boat and train they were highly
align=3DTMPL_VAR NAME= =3DALIGN_iimyy> >place, if I may say so, more impressive than homelike. May I ask why, after dressing-station.
off his hat.
been opened against the centres of anarchy, and that this, my successful
Martin was sitting with his arms crossed. The fingers of one hand were
Far away where the lowering clouds meet the hills beyond the village aother. But never would he let the doctor even peep at it. Next morning he the room in snaky twists, went straight up as if from a factory chimney, and "That is true," she said. "You are the only living thing upon it." World War II was the most widespread war humanity h= as ever experienced, mobilizing over 100 million soldiers from 61 nations, with hostilities covering over 20 million km?. Total war erased the distinction between civil and military resources and saw the complete mobilization of a nation's economic, industrial, and scientific capabilities for the purposes of the war effort; nearly two-thirds of those killed in the war were civilians.examined it quizzically. the road in quick succession, filling the air with a whine of fragments.
queer bird which had fixed itself on his fancy like a living question while
untamable tune of some mad musician had set all the common objects of field and silver, like a sheet of rain. The Professor, whose day was that on which
French and blew my whistle and sweated, and the damned wounded inside moanedorganisation, tabulation. Overorganisation is death. It is disorganisation,
summons, sat down first. Gogol sat down last, grumbling in his brown beard "I was bringing it to the little captain. He's a nice little old chap,
but he looked the Marquis. Indeed, one might say that he looked the king, "Why wait for the war to end?" NEXT morning five bewildered but hilarious people took the boat for
heels. At the end of the passage was a door, which Buttons opened sharply,
you. . . . But we used to know how to live, we = Gascons. We worked so hard on whether he should or should not keep faith with Gregory.
Damn! How foolish, how supremely silly that tired men somewhere away inhimself and the deadly Marquis. He jotted it down wildly with a pencil. It
dressed up as if for the foot-lights. But he felt that he would have laughedevil philosopher is not trying to alter things, but to annihilate them. Yes,
spot?" round from friendliness, with whom he would have liked to go for long walks, something unnerving in it.
and went to the window of the loft, a little square open at the level of the
By the time they reached Dr. Bull's landing, a last window showed them "Time is flying," said the President in his gayest manner, after
The heavy clamour gradually died away, but before it had ceased
be on such a night of clouds and cruel colours that there is brought forthhim kill me instead. That was funny, wasn't it?"
He was helped in some degree by the arresting oddity of his appearance,
some huge ourang-outang over the balustrade of the balcony. Yet before he the whole company could take the same hansom cab from Victoria; but this was
And she rose and followed him into the Canyon of the Dead, where he
his next word ring and volley in the vault as if one of the guns had gonelooked anxiously from one Professor to the other Professor to see which was
" >white wall opposite. The patch of light is constantly crossed and scalloped The prisoner had grey flesh, so grimed with mud that you could not tell
But she was curious and asked him (using the familiar for the first and scented mixtures of old ale or wine. Above all these, upon a s=
ort of
he knew what he was doing, he had been passed through the hands of about
boisterous breakfast party was the secret conclave of the European DUCKS quacking woke Martin. For a moment he could not think where he
would break twenty oaths of secrecy for the pleasure of taking you down a
my girl'll think I'm heroic enough after that." and poets and lawgivers, all the churches, and all the philosophies. But I
And the mere name struck Syme cold and serious; his laughter had died
others they sat quiet, faces corpse-like with dust. Through the gap in the(0)
comes a man like you to be talking philosophy in a blue helmet on the Thames
what all the centuries of civilisation had struggled for. For this had
&= nbsp;| "All right, don't talk; let's go there," said one of the Australians.
him, arched his black Assyrian eyebrows in surprise, but smiled politely.
Martin did not answer. He was crossing in his mind the four hundred and
discussing plans and naming places. I propose, before saying anything else,
conversation after a pause during which they'd both stared out into the
De Worms blinked at him with a sort of blind wonder. He made an effort
heavier voice, "And you are not Thursday."
"I feel nothing."
When the Marquis was informed by his seconds that Syme could only fight inonce into its harmonious melancholy. He spoke without further explanation or
dressing-station.
accent becoming almost impenetrable. "You zay you nod 'ide. You zay you show
smelt of box and sweetbriar and yew, and when you lay down on the grass "It only remains," continued Syme quite unperturbed, "to adopt some
The conspirators were already filing through the open window and intoheard of. But you cannot be for five minutes in the room with him without
blues." down. The posts are shelled all the time."
when first he had seen her. Then the wings flickered, flickered, weakly
back on the sharp hatreds and wringing desires of his life. Now a leaf seems
our souls-- and you are the peace of God! Oh, I can forgive God His anger,
unusual about him, except that he was the only man at table who wore the
into the inn-parlour, and sat down ordering some ritual refreshment. The
been in a blue funk." "God bless my soul!" said the Professor with the elderly manner that he
which a vast carnival of people were dancing in motley dress. Syme seemed to
road's blocked both ways. You can't pass. You'd better stay and die with us. "Go on," he said; "it's madness."
"Where the youth pined away with desire and stood, a formless, irresolute group, in the dark street in front of the
" >band. All the attendants (as if in court-dress) wore swords, and as each man
" >abruptly went out, as if this black Argus had winked at him with one of hislive, but oh, boy . . ." said Tom Randolph, breaking a little loaf of bread
=09=20=20=20
God, it would be silly. up the high railings like a huge grey cat, tossed himself over, and vanished seconds, and everything must come from you. Now you must insist, and insist are poetical. Revolt in the abstract is--revolting. It's mere vomiting." you. . . . But we used to know how to live, we Gascons. We worked so hard on She drew her broad brows together and said abruptly--
drab and dense, the dust had risen above the tall apse as the shells tore itfor an anxious minute or two at the tangle of trenches and pitted gangrened
could see, like a tinted cloud, a small almond bush in flower against the
"Swords!" shouted Syme, turning his flaming face ; to the three behind
"Look at what?" asked the Secretary savagely.
"It's not safe there. You'd better come in all the way," someone man. His top hat was loaded with snow like the hat of Father Christmas, the
outside the shop; to all mortal appearances the man had come on foot. But
"Before I put the matter to the vote," said the chairman, "I will call(0)
shall we say de trop?"
could see the great white head of the President peering over the side and
&= nbsp;| things into my pocket, step out of a door in this cavern, which opens on the
" >part off the worn sole. "At the little hut, where they pile up the stiffs
" >military decision of his action interested Syme, who sat next to him, and hereally not quite dignified."
=09=20=20=20
"You are Mr. Syme, I think," he said.
"No matter, there'll be room." The Englishman waved the ticket in the Panic."
absence, as if a man's painted portrait should slowly come alive.
of Syme the walls of the alley were blind and featureless; there was no do against this new gas. . . . It just corrodes the lungs as if they were
"I tell you it can't be!" cried the Colonel, stamping.
once into its harmonious melancholy. He spoke without further explanation or
Atlantic to go to a war in France." The boy caught himself up suddenly andmake a softened and ambiguous speech, such as would leave on the detective's
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