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Thorne Smith
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The Night Life of the Gods |
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English |
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Paperback |
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272 |
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2011-04-20 |
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1447403355 |
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Thackeray Press |
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0.8 pounds |
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0.59 x 5.51 x 8.5 inches |
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1 gloriavirtutisumbra (USA: IA) |
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1 Megan (USA: AZ) |
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CONTENTS: 1. CRITICIZING AN EXPLOSION 2. BLOTTO'S TAIL ASTOUNDS 3. RELUCTANT STATUES 4. THE LITTLE MAN AND THE SCARECROW 5. A FURIOUS RECEPTION 6. THE INVASION OF HAWK'S BED 7. PLAYFUL PETRIFICATION 8. MEG REMOVES HER PULL-OFFS 9. A NUDE DESCENDS THE STAIRS 10. AN EPIDEMIC OF ESCAPES 11. THE PURSUING BEARD 12. LOOKING THE GODS OVER 13. THE GODS STEP DOWN 14. THE GODS GET DRESSED 15. THE GODS GET HOUSED 16. NEPTUNE GETS HIS FISH 17. MEG, MERCURY & BETTS, INC. 18. A DEMORALIZING TANK PARTY 19. THE GODS LEAVE TOWN 20. BATTLE AND FLIGHT 21. THE GODS ON TRIAL 22. THE LAST SIGH a selection from CHAPTER 1 - CRITICIZING AN EXPLOSION: The small family group gathered in the library was only conventionally alarmed by the sound of a violent explosion—a singularly self-centred sort of explosion. 'Well, thank God, that's over,' said Mrs Alice Pollard Lambert, swathing her sentence in a sigh intended to convey an impression of hard-pressed fortitude. With bleak eyes she surveyed the fragments of a shattered vase. Its disastrous dive from the piano as a result of the shock had had in it something of the mad deliberation of a suicide's plunge. Its hideous days were over now, and Mrs Lambert was dimly aware of another little familiar something having been withdrawn from her life. 'I hope to high heaven this last one satisfies him for this spring at least,' was the petulant comment of Alfred, the male annexe of Alice. 'I've been waiting and waiting and waiting,' came a thin disembodied voice from a dark corner. 'Night and day I've been waiting and expecting—' 'And hoping and praying, no doubt, Grandpa,' interrupted Daphne, idly considering a run in her stocking and wondering what she was going to do about it, if anything, and when would be the least boring time to do it if she did, which she doubted. 'Alice,' complained Grandpa Lambert from the security of his shadows, 'that baggage has no respect for her elders.' Stella, femininely desirable but domestically a washout, made one of her typical off-balance entrances. It started with a sort of scrambled hovering at the door, developed this into a mad dash into the room, and terminated in a tragic example of suspended animation somewhere in the immaculate neighbourhood of Mrs Alice Pollard Lambert. 'Been an explosion, ma'am,' announced Stella in a deflated voice. 'Mr Betts says so.' 'Now all you need to do is to fall dead at our feet to make the picture complete,' remarked Daphne. 'Yes, Miss Daffy,' said Stella brightly. 'And if Mr Betts says there's been an explosion,' Daffy continued, 'then there must have been an explosion. Betts is never wrong. You go back, Stella dear, and thank him for letting us know so promptly.' 'But, Miss Daffy, what shall we do about it?' asked Stella, vainly looking for some light to guide amid the encircling gloom. 'About what, Stella?' asked Daffy. 'This explosion, miss,' and Stella extended her hands as if she were offering a young explosion for the inspection of Daphne.
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