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The Curse of Fu Mingchu THE FIENDISH PLOT OF FU MINGCHU ACT ONE Scene One The misty streets of late-Victorian old London town. MOLLY CODDLE: Hello dearie, fancy a good time? DUSTY RHODES: Is someone throwing a party then?The Curse of Fu Mingchu
MOLLY: Eh? I mean a good time with me (winks) You know… DUSTY: Oh, er, yes I see what you mean. Well I don’t have much money
on me actually. MOLLY: A shilling is all you need, dearie. DUSTY: A shilling? By Jove, is
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Book of FiddliphiTHE BOOK OF FIDDLIPHIBook of Fiddliphi
Chapter the First Behold! The angel Bolloni did appear before me and spake unto me saying, “Come with me.”
And I followed the angel, aye, e’en unto the garden, and the angel did say, “Dost thou want a mint julep?” And I did rebuke him saying, “No! Thou canst not tempt me for I have heard of these all-night mint julep parties where much wickedness goes on.”
And the angel looked at me and said, “Where are these parties that thou describeth for I have not heard of them.” And I replied, “Goeth thou unto the House of Kevin, for I have heard that much of this thing goeth on th
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Guardian of the ThresholdGUARDIAN OF THE THRESHOLD By Karl PotterGuardian of the Threshold
The old grandfather clock chimed two o’clock and shattered the silence. In the crypt-like coldness of the study sat two men. One was very old and near death; the other somewhat younger and more lively. They sat there brooding unknown thoughts, glaring occasionally at each other, until at last the younger spoke.
“Is this going to carry on much longer, Montague?” Montague said nothing; only glowering dangerously at his brother. “You’re an old misery. Why I came to visit you I don’t know.” “Neither do I,” snapped Montague, then added, “go home Sebastian!”
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The Ghost oftheAncient MarinerTHE GHOST OF THE ANCIENT MARINERThe Ghost oftheAncient Mariner
“Cast Off!” the captain’s voice rang out, “There’s profit to be made. Harpooning whales will make our bread, Too long we’ve been belayed.” So off we sailed across the sea: For seven days we prowled; At last the lookout spied a fin, “Ahoy! Some prey,” he growled. Then did the bloody deed begin – The lances red with gore. The whale’s lament did fill the air, Its’ doleful whines implore. Such pleas were met by booming waves, As winds began to roar. Then risen from the depths we saw The ghost of old sea lore. &nb
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Dark, Dark DaggerwoodDown in dark, dark Daggerwood, Lives the demon fiend Blackhood, Go there now, my shadow friend, Go in haste, your life to spend. Upon your blood feed barren trees, The wind's howls bring you to your knees, You'll see things that no sane man could, Down in dark, dark Daggerwood.Dark, Dark Daggerwood
Oh yes, I see them all go there: In exploration; in despair. Not one yet I've seen return, No, but I hear their souls burn, I'll give you this, the wood is vast, And old Blackhood might let you pass, For he well knows, as you soon will, Mercy is simply to kill.
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