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    After all those tediously earnest recitals of Frog philosophy,
    at last - tarantara! - the real John O, red in tooth & claw.

    There's really nothing like it. I'd quite forgotten that special
    exhilaration as the company realises one of their number is
    starting to come off his trolley. I, for one, had grown soft:
    too many years of easeful retirement, of quiet listening to quiet
    neurotics rehearsing their quiet worries. But here she comes again,
    chaps: the chase & the wrestle in the corridor, the tangled flailing
    of limbs, the blood-curdling imprecations, the spittle & the sweat,
    the desperate filling of the syringe, the grunting, cursing pause
    as the needle enters the buttock, the last few feeble squirmings,
    the peace that passeth....

    Happy days. Thanks again, John.

    Scottie B.

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