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xmakinaSo this turned up in my inbox today.
Subject:Workers OK Fiat plan for Italy production boost
Soldiers in Afghan race against time Raytheon gets $9 million Navy weapons system order It had been a long day to us, and we were allowed to retire at an early hour, being conducted to adjacent and communicating rooms.But, though our fatigue was great, it is not strange that we lay awake awhile, talking of the wonderful things we had seen and heard. Speaking of the Martian method of rapid transit the doctor said: Next morning we arose early, but found the family already up. Thorwald seemed disposed to lose no time in showing and telling us everything interesting, and so invited us at once to the top of the house, to take a view of the country. The sun was just rising, and its pleasant rays lighted up a scene of surpassing beauty. We seemed to be set in the middle of a vast park, whose boundaries extended in all directions as far as we could see. The landscape presented the most varied character, wood and water, hill and plain, and every feature needed to make a most delightful picture. A couch, and a crust, and a song, and a flagon of wine?Haggard, begrimed though I be, and out at heel, A lean, grey hop-and-go-one with a crutch of steel, Brother-at-arms with death? Behold the sign: I have tasted great weather on high, white, green-turreted cliffs by the sea. I have tramped the tough heather, the purple, the brown, By pools of peat water; from the night to the day, Till the moon has dropped down: the ghost of a minim, low down, In a high-piping treble of grey. In shy, dim recesses, mid tresses, green tresses. Slow dipping, caressing, Ive heard A whisper, a chuckle of laughter, a scamper; and high, High up in the air the cry, the call of a bird. And when the night came with a flicker of wings I have heard the earth breathing quiet and slow Like a pulse in the tiny, wild tumult of things. Count Rouvaloff was supposed to be writing a life of Peter the Great, and to have come over to England for the purpose of studying the documents relating to that Tsars residence in this country as a ship carpenter; but it was generally suspected that he was a Nihilist agent, and there was no doubt that the Russian Embassy did not look with any favour upon his presence in London.Lord Arthur felt that he was just the man for his purpose, and drove down one morning to his lodgings in Bloomsbury, to ask his advice and assistance. So you are taking up politics seriously? said Count Rouvaloff, when Lord Arthur had told him the object of his mission; but Lord Arthur, who hated swagger of any kind, felt bound to admit to him that he had not the slightest interest in social questions, and simply wanted the explosive machine for a purely family matter, in which no one was concerned but himself. There he dismissed him, and strolled down Greek Street, till he came to a place called Bayles Court.
That's it. No links, no requests for bank card details, not even a gratuitous picture of a lady.
Suggestions very welcome.
Subject:Workers OK Fiat plan for Italy production boost
Soldiers in Afghan race against time Raytheon gets $9 million Navy weapons system order It had been a long day to us, and we were allowed to retire at an early hour, being conducted to adjacent and communicating rooms.But, though our fatigue was great, it is not strange that we lay awake awhile, talking of the wonderful things we had seen and heard. Speaking of the Martian method of rapid transit the doctor said: Next morning we arose early, but found the family already up. Thorwald seemed disposed to lose no time in showing and telling us everything interesting, and so invited us at once to the top of the house, to take a view of the country. The sun was just rising, and its pleasant rays lighted up a scene of surpassing beauty. We seemed to be set in the middle of a vast park, whose boundaries extended in all directions as far as we could see. The landscape presented the most varied character, wood and water, hill and plain, and every feature needed to make a most delightful picture. A couch, and a crust, and a song, and a flagon of wine?Haggard, begrimed though I be, and out at heel, A lean, grey hop-and-go-one with a crutch of steel, Brother-at-arms with death? Behold the sign: I have tasted great weather on high, white, green-turreted cliffs by the sea. I have tramped the tough heather, the purple, the brown, By pools of peat water; from the night to the day, Till the moon has dropped down: the ghost of a minim, low down, In a high-piping treble of grey. In shy, dim recesses, mid tresses, green tresses. Slow dipping, caressing, Ive heard A whisper, a chuckle of laughter, a scamper; and high, High up in the air the cry, the call of a bird. And when the night came with a flicker of wings I have heard the earth breathing quiet and slow Like a pulse in the tiny, wild tumult of things. Count Rouvaloff was supposed to be writing a life of Peter the Great, and to have come over to England for the purpose of studying the documents relating to that Tsars residence in this country as a ship carpenter; but it was generally suspected that he was a Nihilist agent, and there was no doubt that the Russian Embassy did not look with any favour upon his presence in London.Lord Arthur felt that he was just the man for his purpose, and drove down one morning to his lodgings in Bloomsbury, to ask his advice and assistance. So you are taking up politics seriously? said Count Rouvaloff, when Lord Arthur had told him the object of his mission; but Lord Arthur, who hated swagger of any kind, felt bound to admit to him that he had not the slightest interest in social questions, and simply wanted the explosive machine for a purely family matter, in which no one was concerned but himself. There he dismissed him, and strolled down Greek Street, till he came to a place called Bayles Court.
That's it. No links, no requests for bank card details, not even a gratuitous picture of a lady.
Suggestions very welcome.
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Date: 2010-06-23 01:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-23 02:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-23 04:54 pm (UTC)I guess they are either a) randomly generated accidentally without links by some viral spambot gone haywire, b) evidence of the interwebz attaining consciousness, c) hidden spy messages, or d) as bondagewoodelf says, some kind of tentative probing email to see if it can get under the radar. In any case, best ignored.
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Date: 2010-06-23 09:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-23 11:20 pm (UTC)Soldier, soldier, burnishing your sword,
Is there no place for a wayfaring man in the courts of your lord?
A couch, and a crust, and a song, and a flagon of wine?
Haggard, begrimed though I be, and out at heel,
A lean, grey hop-and-go-one with a crutch of steel,
Brother-at-arms with death?...
http://infomotions.com/etexts/gutenberg/dirs/etext06/7mspt10.htm