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No more nights of the iguana

By Owen Paine on Wednesday March 5, 2008 09:59 AM

May I belatedly note the passing of a harmless long-tongued reptile of the Right?

Bye bye, Billy boy, your latency-era langor will be missed.

Even as I type this, Bill's probably down there on Inferno circle N, happy at last in the manly embrace of T S Eliot.

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Bat Delacourte:

There are rumors to the effect that his rictus of a grin was the product of actually attempting all the techniques in the soft porn he authored.

Yeah, that's some cockeyed smile, but look at that goddamn' jacket. Looks like he's already dead, and they propped him up in the chair.

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