Freddy was in the habit of staring at Beverly's legs as they peaked from her Susie Wong slit dresses. She had a dozen of them.
"Stand slow!" a voice rang out with hollow ubiquity.
The universe is a vast region of deep mystery steeped in antiquity.
Onion oil! I couldn't imagine anyting worse than a daily bath in onion oil.
"Corporeal, we've got to do our best to keep this from the public."
"I know sir, but its already too late."
What do you mean, the general inquired?
"While you were gone I let a curious private in on the secret."
"We've got to stop him."
By now he's long gone. Sorry sir."
"Oh no."
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Posted by: cos | http://polydistortion.net/monkey/ | Fri Jan 6 12:32:16 2006
Raymond Chandler wrote an excellent piss-take of SciFi that's mentioned in his book of letters (the one edited by Frank MacShane, I think) - I (finally!) found a reprint of it online:
http://www.miskatonic.org/rara-avis/archives/200001/0467.html