“Every eye was a stranger eye. Every nose was a weirder nose. Every mouth

* * * * *

“Every eye was a stranger eye. Every nose was a weirder nose. Every mouth
smiled hideously in some new way.”

[Boo!] [1]

“It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents—except at
occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent guest of wind which
swept up the streets …”

And so begins Edward George Bulwer-Lytton's Paul Clifford [2], as wretched a
novel as existed, and it described tonight fairly well as I took The Kids
trick-or-treating [3]. The wind was so violent that it constantly inverted my
umbrella [4] and in the end, I gave up on using it.

And The Kids scored some 11 pounds of candy this year.

Unfortunately for me, they're not leaving for their Father's tomorrow [5] …

Sigh.

[1] gopher://gopher.conman.org/IPhlog:2007/10/31/Halloween.jpg
[2] http://www.bulwer-lytton.com/
[3] http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trick-or-treating
[4] http://www.conman.org/people/spc/about/2007/1031.html
[5] gopher://gopher.conman.org/0Phlog:2006/10/31.2

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