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From Count Andreas Petofi: Exceeding the Grasp, an autobiographical gift of letters, lore, and lyrics.  Volume IV

Damn the Scots!  My journey to the future was a delight and a vast disappointment.  By the year 1969, I had dearly hoped for the penny farthing to be de regueur.  Happily, I was greeted by a twin of Lady Kitty Soames whose clothing appeared to have been horribly shortened.  A punishment?  And thus, I fear Scotland even more, and all the more, my desire to conquer them burned within me. The vision (plus the vigorous shaking by Beth Chavez) caused me to writhe on the floor in the future, and then return to the present.

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