t byfield <tbyfield at panix.com> subject: thought of you > ... the bed on which mr. dolls reposed was a bed of roses from which > the flowers and leaves had entirely faded, leaving him to lie upon > the thorns and stalks. > > -- dickens, _our mutual friend_, bk 4, ch 8 at 14 vvvvvvvvvvver! good et vouz +? nn uel akua!ntd avec unkomfortabl mob!la