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  <subtitle>Your Home For Snappy Repartee</subtitle>
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    <name>應龍</name>
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      <issued>2004-09-30T02:51:00</issued>
      <title>Payback</title>
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There's something rotten in the state of Denmark, and Hamlet says ... it's payback time!
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&lt;div class=&quot;right&quot;&gt;&lt;I&gt;Something Rotten&lt;/I&gt;, Jasper Fforde&lt;/div&gt;
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      <issued>2004-09-28T14:50:00</issued>
      <title>Ham and Cheese</title>
      <published>2004-09-28T14:50:00</published>
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      <content type="html">&lt;BLOCKQUOTE&gt;
&quot;What will you have, Ham-I mean, Cousin Eddie?&quot;
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&quot;What is there?&quot;
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&quot;Espresso, mocha, latte, white mocha, hot chocolate, decaf, recaf, nocaf, somecaf, extracaf, Goliachino&lt;SUP&gt;TM&lt;/SUP&gt;... what's the matter?&quot;
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Hamlet had started to tremble, a look of pain and hopelessness on his face as he stared wild-eyed at the huge choice laid out in front of him.
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&quot;To espresso or to latte, that is the question,&quot; he muttered, his free will evaporating rapidly.  I had asked Hamlet for something he couldn't easily supply: a decision.  &quot;Whether 'tis tastier on the palate to choose white mocha over plain,&quot; he continued in a rapid garble, &quot;or to take a cup to go.  Or a mug to stay, or extra cream or have nothing, and by opposing the endless choice, end one's heartache-&quot;
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&quot;Cousin Eddie!&quot;  I said sharply.  &quot;Cut it out!&quot;
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&quot;To froth, to sprinkle, perchance to drink, and in that-&quot;
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&quot;He'll have a mocha with extra cream, please.&quot;
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Hamlet stopped abruptly once the burden of decision was taken from him.
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&quot;Sorry,&quot; he said, rubbing his temples, &quot;I don't know what came over me.  All of a sudden I had this overwhelming desire to talk for a very long time without actually &lt;I&gt;doing&lt;/I&gt; anything.  Is that normal?&quot;
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&lt;I&gt;Something Rotten&lt;/I&gt;, Jasper Fforde
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The measure of inertia at The Company is high.  To make things worse, I tend to be distracted quite easily.  For example, right now I should be working on Feature Number 123879 now that I have dispatched Defect Number 123940.  Instead I am sitting here typing in the passage from the latest Thursday Next novel which got me to start reading the books in the first place.</content>
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