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Red but sober. "What is it?" he asked hoarsely. "Do you know what that is?" Bill asked throwing a thick volume onto the desk. "The classified telephone directory for the famous city of Storhestelortby on Procyon-III I can read that on the cover. " "Do you know how many of these old phone books we have?" "The mind reels at the thought. They're shipping in new ones all the time and right away we ...

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... Try hard to square. It's here our Merren lang has lain A wee bewast the table-stane; An' yon's the grave o' Sandy Blane; An' further ower The mither's brithers dacent men! Lie a' the fower. Here the guidman sall bide awee To dwall amang the deid; to see Auld faces clear in fancy's e'e; Belike to hear Auld voices fa'in saft an' slee On fancy's ear. Thus on the day o' solemn things The bell that in...

Wasn't considered polite to say rude things about other people's houses especially.

... an' then The ither went hame wi' the ither twa men An' baith wad return him the service again An' the mune was shinin' clearly! The clocks were chappin' in house an' ha' Eleeven twal an' ane an' twa; An' the guidman's face was turnt to the wa' An' the mune was shinin' clearly! A wind got up frae affa the sea It blew the stars as clear's could be It blew in the een of a' o' the three An' the mune ...

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... Try hard to square. It's here our Merren lang has lain A wee bewast the table-stane; An' yon's the grave o' Sandy Blane; An' further ower The mither's brithers dacent men! Lie a' the fower. Here the guidman sall bide awee To dwall amang the deid; to see Auld faces clear in fancy's e'e; Belike to hear Auld voices fa'in saft an' slee On fancy's ear. Thus on the day o' solemn things The bell that in...

Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face / Great chieftain o' the puddin-race!

... it so that the insides were outside. " Then, horn for horn, they stretch an' strive: Deil tak the hindmost! on they drive, Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve, Are bent lyke drums; Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive, "Bethankit!" 'hums. " Mac then let out a bit of a burp and patted her abdomen. " Is there that owre his French ragout Or olio that wad staw a sow, Or fricassee wad mak her...

...a glorious sight, Warm-reekin', rich! Then, horn for horn, they stretch an' strive: Deil tak the hindmost! on they drive, Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve Are bent like drums; Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive, Bethankit! hums. Is there that owre his French ragout Or olio that wad staw a sow, Or fricassee wad make her spew Wi' perfect sconner, Looks down wi' sneering, scornfu' view On...

Happy Haggis Day To All!!!

... = skill) (reeking = steaming) Then, horn for horn, they stretch an' strive: Deil tak the hindmaist! on they drive, Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve, Are bent like drums; Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive, "Bethankit" hums. (deil = devil) (swall'd=swollen, kytes = bellies, belyve = soon) (rive = tear, ie burst) Is there that o're his French ragout Or olio that wad ...

It's Robert Burns Day.

... glorious sight, Warm-reekin, rich! Then, horn for horn, they stretch an' strive: Deil tak the hindmost! on they drive, Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve, Are bent lyke drums; Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive, "Bethankit!" 'hums. Is there that owre his French ragout Or olio that wad staw a sow, Or fricassee wad mak her spew Wi' perfect sconner, Looks down wi' sneering, scornfu' view ...

Burns Night

...a glorious sight, Warm-reekin, rich! Then, horn for horn, they strech an' strive: Deil tak the hindmost! on they drive, Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve, Are bent like drums; Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive, 'Bethankit!' hums. Is there that owre his French ragout Or olio that wad staw a sow, Or fricassee wad mak her spew Wi' perfect sconner, Looks down wi' sneering, scornfu' view ...