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...unwholesome taint hung last week over Brighton. The feminine mayor of this most respectable resort on the whole so-called "British Riviera" was almost frantic when embarrassed policemen broke the news to her. In the parcel room of balmy, blissful Brighton's sprawling railway station the headless, armless, legless torso of a woman had been found in a small trunk. Shrilled Mayor Margaret Hardy: "This case belongs to London! Nothing like this has ever happened before in Brighton...
...London postman ambled along Charter House Street, turned in at the office of The Diamond Corp. "Good morning," said he to a clerk. "Registered parcel for you. sir. A bit brisk out, sir. Just sign here, if you please, sir." He dipped into his brown canvas sack, passed out a paper package no bigger than a dornick. He touched his cap, ambled out again into Charter House Street. Because the package was addressed personally to Louis Oppenheimer, brother of The Diamond Corp.'s potent Board Chairman Sir Ernest, the clerk took it unopened to his office. Mr. Oppenheimer unwrapped...
...third note, Watchdog McCarl argued that even if FHC was legal, both he and the Attorney General would have to pass on the titles to each and every parcel of land which the Government intended...
Tobacco Road stretch themselves with lazy brutality. Compressing in time rather than exaggerating in degree the sordid materialism of lazy back-countrymen, it moved Manhattan reviewers to call its characters "livestock," "pigs," "guinea pigs," "weird savages," "the primitive human animal writhing in the throes of gender," "foul and degenerate parcel of folks," "the hangdog and hookworm...
...could not give her a five-franc piece for a Christmas present he might at least make her a gift of one of his big lop-ears. Next day, with no apparent provocation, van Gogh hurled an absinthe glass at Gauguin. The day following, he left a parcel at the brothel. It was his right ear, which he had cut off, wrapped up with clumsy neatness. Gauguin left, and soon after the Mayor ordered van Gogh locked up in the insane ward of the hospital. After that there was no telling when the mad fit would seize...