There are still wanted posters of him in some quarters left over from the Great Indian Soda Machine Scandal. There are orders to have him brought in dead or alive in Bali, the Pitcairn Islands and Schenectady. He is still mentioned in hushed tones, when they dare, in Tunguska. Old women in Romania caution their children to eat their vegetables and wash behind their ears, lest he visit them in the night. He is not to be trusted around pensions, unlocked windows, brunettes and hydrox cookies. If his name is spoken in front of any member of the Poosepatuck tribe, they will first spit in the dirt then have the speaker shot. He was the last living person seen by Emelia Earhart. His color vision includes indigo. He was born without prepuce, without vermiform appendix-and apparently without a conscience. I hesitate to mention his name, lest he appear like Satan. You'll notice I didn't hesitate to say "Satan".
My Interests
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I should like to have met an elf. By the way, what are you doing for tea?