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indeedsir_backupI made two little Jooster scenes in photoshop...
For the first one I pulled the lines from one of the New York based short stories. The full text in the book was:
"Yes, sir? Pardon me, sir, but not that tie!"
"Eh?"
"Not that tie with the heather-mixture lounge, sir!"
It was a shock to me. I thought I had quelled the fellow. It was rather
a solemn moment. What I mean is, if I weakened now, all my good work
the night before would be thrown away. I braced myself.
"What's wrong with this tie? I've seen you give it a nasty look before.
Speak out like a man! What's the matter with it?"
"Too ornate, sir."
"Nonsense! A cheerful pink. Nothing more."
and here's one to get the old imagination going...
"..Perhaps we aught to retire to the bed, sir?"
For the first one I pulled the lines from one of the New York based short stories. The full text in the book was:
"Yes, sir? Pardon me, sir, but not that tie!"
"Eh?"
"Not that tie with the heather-mixture lounge, sir!"
It was a shock to me. I thought I had quelled the fellow. It was rather
a solemn moment. What I mean is, if I weakened now, all my good work
the night before would be thrown away. I braced myself.
"What's wrong with this tie? I've seen you give it a nasty look before.
Speak out like a man! What's the matter with it?"
"Too ornate, sir."
"Nonsense! A cheerful pink. Nothing more."
and here's one to get the old imagination going...
"..Perhaps we aught to retire to the bed, sir?"
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Date: 2005-12-18 11:01 pm (UTC)Permission to iconise the hell out of it?
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Date: 2005-12-19 12:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-19 08:03 am (UTC)Thank you!