Mon Cher Moreau, Oh, let it be as you wish. Since you have sought me out to make your name, I shall do so by extending to it three new letters. 'RIP'.
As ever, Renault Espace -----Original Message----- From: Tim Meyen [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED]] Sent: 25 October 2001 02:35 To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Subject: Re: RE to MM M. Espace, Perhaps a semi-literate friend, if you have one, can translate my message into simian grunts or gestures that will stir the correct meanings in your eggshell-thin skull. This same hypothetical gentleman, let us call him "M. Cretin", is welcome to accompany you to what you frame in rather unsavoury terms as a 'back alley', if that will allay your phobic response to such a venue. In essence: I wish to cause you harm. Leaving aside the noble, cryptic poetry of the Arquebusiers, of which you exhibit only a coarse comprehension, you can choose your weapons, but as I'm sure you are aware duelling is illegal so the suggestion of anything more concrete than barbed witticisms is improper. However, I can see you are of such delicate mental fibre that you are likely to be subject to fits, and prudence demands I come prepared for a tantrum. Should you fail to appear, through fear of dark alleys, or some gentleman less patient than I performing an impromptu dissection of your exquisitely pampered spleen, then I shall put it about that you are a coward (or a dead coward, in the second instance). Moreau. ACLARKE wrote: > > You must be more precise in your intentions. > > Unless I have misunderstood you, you seem to be inviting me to a dubious > assignation with only yourself for company in a back alleyway. Obviously I'm > exceptionally flattered by your attentions but, to use the vivid terminology > of you arquebusiers, I am a muzzle-ejecter rather than, like yourself, a > breech-loader. > > Ever Yours - and that's a figure of speech only, > > Renault Espace
