Word: vag
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Macduff laid on; swords clashed; and Macbeth got his in the second round. He died beautifully at the edge of the stage, heaving his final gasp practically in Vag's face. A moment later, Vag and the school kids all tried to get out of the same exit at the same time. The youngsters and their brazen school girl dates--those feline hellions with their startling curves, who had hissed vengefully at the dagger scene and necked vigorously throughout the banquet scene--now had little regard for a rheumatic oldster like Vag. Push as he might, he got nowhere until...
...didn't take an experienced trouper like Vag long to realize that he had strayed into the subterranean dressing rooms. Perturbed, he tried to retreat up the stairway, but a bevy of Arlington Amazons charged down on him and bore him along like a chip on some jabbering, be-furred tidal wave. Gadzooks, to be drowned in maidens and biushes! Right up to a door they pushed him. In self defense, Vag opened the door, slithered inside, and banged it behind...
...stool before the mirror, surrounded by a make-up kit and tufts of false hair. He was busy pulling off long red eyebrows. Beside him lay a tinny helmet from which horns protruded. Standing up against the wall was a long sword, rather battered. The young man eyed Vag with an amused...
Such a man intrigues Vag. Everyone knows that he went deaf before he was thirty and still composed some of the most superlative music of all time. But few know that, in his early life, he was superbly egotistic. From his great teacher, Haydn, he insisted that he learned nothing. He made enemies because of his overbearing manner as fast as he made friends with his music; he disdained to hear Mozart's operas "lest I forfeit some of my originality." "I want none of your moral (precepts)," he once wrote, "for Power is the morality of men who loom...
...rejuvenated Vag steps out on deck again, four congratulatory postcards are shoved into his hand. He reads them--queer code. Cee, cee, cee, dee. He sighs contentedly, then yawns. Pressure...