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  "thread": {
    "id": 731,
    "subject": "From the dreambook of RTrenchard: transfigurative grammar",
    "messages": 1,
    "voices": 1,
    "first": "1998-06-03T12:54:35+00:00",
    "last": "1998-06-03T12:54:35+00:00"
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      "message_id": "<urth-v0012-0074@digest.urth.net>",
      "from": {
        "name": "Robert Borski",
        "address": "rborski at coredcs.com"
      },
      "date": "1998-06-03T12:54:35+00:00",
      "subject": "(urth) From the dreambook of RTrenchard: transfigurative grammar",
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          "text": "[I found the enclosed document in my son's e-mail outbox and assumed he\nwanted it sent. It seems a little nonsensical--when Bob stops taking his\nmedicine he's not exactly the most lucid person in the world--then again\nI'm not quite sure what kind of group you are. (Urth?)\n\nAt any rate, our lawyer believes the usual\nnot-guilty-by-reason-of-mental-defect defense will once again prevail,\nalthough my son will probably be required to spend some time in the\nhospital. Perhaps I'll forward his address when it's determined.\n\nHope this reaches whomever it was intended for.]\n\n********************\n\njuntaputsch\nblue-eyed like Herr Gott, his antlered majesty\nspaded end-of-twilight days, bloody-runned\nshibboleth, britholith\n\nMY HANDS ARE LIKE THIS, SIR, because I was in a terrible train accident.\nYou see, I have this slight problem with drink...a real weakness, I know.\nJe suis tres embarasse...Before I used to fish a little, mais\nmaintenant...my hands just don't seem to work the same. I can no longer\neven dig for worms, although a local healer continues to work with me. Oui,\nthe second one. Not that saltimbanque, M. Dollo, with his froggy potions.  \n\nCOMMENT? My address again? Why, I dwell beneath a small boat with my wife\nand infant son. Yes, I'm aware that M. Augier contests the deed for that\nproperty. \n\nPARDONEZ-MOI? D'accord. We all know the girl you speak of. Terrible thing\nwhat happened to her, 'sieur. Sometimes chimney fires are like that. They\nsay this one was very big, and from what I hear there wasn't much left in\nthe end save smoke-and-ash, and barely a cinder's worth at that.\"\n\n********************\n\n\"It's all falsity; everything is false, Dr. Marsch.\"\n\n\n  "
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