You man remember from this post that I used to get spam that had random poetry in the body of the e-mail. I didn't really receive more than a few, in which case my e-mail box entered a dark age of poetic advertisements. But now I have achieved a new level of creative unsolicited material: Random Prose Spam!

From: "Navarro Brent" < This e-mail address is being protected from spam bots, you need JavaScript enabled to view it >

all about the mad German and could do nothing but wonder how one minute

coald have been talking to Berlioz and the next... his head ... Excited people

were running along the avenue past the poet shouting

something, but Ivan Nikolayich did not hear them. Suddenly two women

collided alongside him and one of them, witlh a pointed nose and straight

hair, shouted to the other woman just above his ear :

'.. . Anna, it was our Anna! She was coming from Sadovaya! It's her

job, you see . . . she was carrying a litre of sunflower-seed oil to the

grocery and she broke her jug on. the turnstile! It went all over her skirt

amd ruined it and she swore and swore....! And that poor man must have

slipped on the oil and fallen under the tram....'

One word stuck in Ivan Nikolayich's brain--' Anna' . . . ' Anna? . .

Anna? ' muttered the poet, looking round in alarm. ' Hey, what was that you

said . . .? '

The name ' Anna ' evoked the words ' sunflower-seed oil' and ' Pontius

Pilate '. Bezdomny rejected 'Pilate' and began linking together a chain of

associations starting with ' Anna'. Very soon the chain was complete and it 

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I hope this isn't the brother of the evil Alex Navarro, out to kill me!

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