I get a lot of sp@m, both in emails and in comments, but I can’t say I recall getting any from a fictional character before. Today’s most recent junk mail is from Jimmy Murray – or rather, surely not from Cousin Jimmy, who would never do anything as despicable as to send sp@m mail. Perhaps he was duped into letting someone else use his name. There was the usual colorful bit offering an investment I couldn’t refuse, or
a drug to increase the size of body parts I don’t have, or some gomery and shifted over to Louisa May Alcott. (Perhaps Cousin Jimmy did contribute to this more innocent part; I can easily imagine him reading Miss Alcott’s work.) If you know your LMA well enough to spot the tiniest snippets, you can spot bits from all across her juveniles – I can find Eight Cousins, Under the Lilacs, An Old-Fashioned Girl, Jack and Jill, Little Women, and Rose in Bloom. There’s definitely a couple of things from either Jo’s Boys or Little Men, but I never loved those two, so I don’t know them well enough to know whether both are represented. Probably so, because that would be all of her juvenile novels. There’s also at least one line from her adult book Work, though I confess I had to Google to be sure of that one. There are also a couple snippets that I’m sure are from Oz, but I don’t know any but The Wizard of Oz well enough to tell which book they’re from.
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> “uncle, i want to have some serious’takemeg,
> smiling.
> only stay in it.”not have a try? to be a brave
> swimmer and sailor? to be the masterwould last
> unbroken to the end.
> “and
> themselves, since their mother had forbidden such
> feats, owing to a fall babnext came the wide, sandy
> desert separating the rest of the world’that’s a
> comfort! old maidswent out into the busy streets to
> forget the solitude she left behind
> any assistance whatever. he will be glad to give you
> some.” he found in his room on awaking and guessed
> why miss celia and thorny gave
> unconscious, rose enjoyed that
> unconscious, rose enjoyed thatin looking remarkably
> well in his state and festival array, for
> polishingother dress, but that happened to be clean
> and was hanging on a peg besideis absent template
> unable to repress the joy and pride which swelled
> her sawdust bosom tillis absent templatethe pressed
> flowers the girls kept for his sake.
> – she told me nothing, – but her face betrayed what
> i have long suspected.”
> to help now, since pat, anxious to get whatever
> trifle might be offerednight i traveled through the
> air, and on the morning of the second daykind and
> honest, i couldn’t help it.” now, after that what
> could i do but”no, sir; it’s to be a microscope, a
> real
> woman has done, quite unconscious how much stronger
> an undisciplined willon all my words”why,
> “i only hope she won’t turn
> chorus. having a hot discussion with ted, and had
> got the worst of it.only laughed, and owned that
> they also had known like experiences,he departed,
> quite overcome by his honors, and the little
> conspirators
> colleges, still made great contributions to human
> beings. why was”full of courage,” replied the lion,
> who went joyfullyin a plain bonnet, had not accosted
> her as she joined kitty, still
> mrs jo. ‘they will grow up, and i can only hold them
> by one little
> one time biting her with his teeth as if he would
> take her life,was the only honest thing to do, but
> very hard for the poor fellowa noble expanse of
> glossy bosom to be seen, and with a delicate’well,
> don’t look so fierce; i’ve no objection.
> employer, as he displayed the results of a long
> hunt, “don’t!shouldn’t i improve my mind by reading
> something solid?” and kitty
> seen a man cry before, and it was so unlike a
> woman’s gentler grief
> going to try it?” asked gus, as they glided on with
> increasing speed,these objects of interestralph, the
> fierce norman knight, who killed his only son in a
> fit
> as she turned to look at archie, who seemed to have
> let himselfwhen she is at her little piano. amy
> minds me nicely, and i takeit. some bad fellow put a
> torpedo, or some sort of powder thing,member’, and
> from which she came with fresh courage, recovered
> cheerfulness,fence at the far end.
> ‘well, don’t look so fierce; i’ve no objection.and
> the mildly inquiring expression with which she now
> andas that was a task she allowed no one to share
> with her.
> will have lunch under the trees on the island.”nat
> was most interested inshe could not refuse, for in
> her heart she rather liked thehope the girls will
> like their things. i helped to choose
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