RANSVESTIA

The start of another golden day. I literally staggered out to the kitchen to where the three harpies were draining their glasses of blood. (Tomato juice but even so, a capital offense in the land of Perpetual Orange Juice.)

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The talk was of nothing but the Ball the evening before, and of course, the mysterious girl who had monopolized the Prince. After only a short while of listening to them going on and on about the same topic, and fighting a losing battle to keep from telling them ALL ABOUT IT, I man- aged to wrest the keys to my 'cycle from Step-Mummy and roared off for the day. I spent most of the day cruising up and down the coast road, spending several hours watching the sea-lions and doing some more thinking. To no great end, I must admit. The events of the night before were like a very unreal, but very vivid dream. I also came to the tenta- tive conclusion that there was nothing I was able to do about anything

that everything was out of my hands. In a way, there was some comfort in resignation and eventually, in the late afternoon, I headed my bike towards home. I felt surpremely indifferent towards everything.

(Continues in TVia No. 80)

PEANUTS

PEANUTS

DO YOU THINK IF TWO PEOPLE LIKED THE SAME THING, IT COULD BRING THEM CLOSER TOGETHER?

CERTAINLY. „TAKE CLASSK AL MUSIC. FOR INSTANCE...TWO PEOPLE W40 SHARED A LOVE FOR BEETHOVEN COULD BECOME VERY CLOSE...

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