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"Dreams. If I had to guess, I'd say that Margret suffers from a recurring dream. Night after night, I'm sure, she finds herself wandering through swirling, shifting corridors. She doesn't know where she is or how she got there, all she knows is she must find the mysterious Man With A Duvet. For it is vitally important - she can't say why, but it is vitally important - that she finds this man, steals his duvet, and then kicks him to death."

(from the previously mentioned "TMGAIHAA")

Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!"

-- HST