a pomo novel being published through junkmail

what follows is an unedited series of emails that have reached my stanford inbox,
presumably written by an R. Adeline.  this will form, we believe, a powerful post-
modern novella - it appears that 'Miss Murdstone' will be featured prominently.
some investigation, or a passing knowledge of british literature, reveals that this
may be the long-awaited mashup of david copperfield.  the first salvo appears off,
but it may just be a poetic frontispiece.  waiting, in trepidation and curmudgeon,
for the crazy-boxed next installment.



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Subject:  Re: study
Date:     Sun, January 15, 2006 10:53 pm

upland sustaining lemons, and two of those extraordinary boxes, all  Miss Murdstone
gave me her chilly finger-nails, and sat severely
raj the affirmative so readily, that I further asked her if she would  Could I
defend my conduct if I did not, sir? I returned, with all

Subject:  Re: I look on makings seashore
Date:     Sun, January 15, 2006 4:41 pm

starting; and arrived at Highgate without encountering any last, today I find them
put out for sale.  I have only noticed them
round green fan of former days, which was screwed on the back of a You have been a
long time, she said, without coming here.  Is



Subject:  Re: abrupt
Date:     Sun, January 15, 2006

peruvian influence with my daughter.  Do you decline to take those letters,  been
anxious to make, concerning the accounts, the housekeeping,
visibility The otherwise immovable Miss Murdstone laughed contemptuously in  And you
can hardly think, said Mr. Spenlow, having experience of



Subject:  notification
Date:     Sun, Jan 15, 2006 10:56 am

Hi, brownbag.

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Me legless pacing is handbag of mistakes a servants
A northwards the connecting predictions it planted she decently
You courteously of obliged the stool and somebodys or resurrect
Not yawn you annually and whispering me like? ascertained
No periods is sickly this octopus of strings the flax
If joking we book? of sixteenth a artistic is narrators
An awaited me encyclopedia you neck? she rustic savings?
Have progresses heed of nonsense? it whistling was flues
Was rotting not eloquently headed a knelt or wretched
And shuffled sanatorium is smooth of within an unclear

Best Regards,
Rivera Adeline