~ Ransom note arrives!

[Twittering One]

So, like, know!
Leonardo,
Yes, still unfound ~
But O alas, a ransom noted arrived
via
E ~ male. Need help
Locating said canine napper
As well, that Maltese Dog ~
Last sited disembarking,
Somewhere near the Holland
Tunnel or chunnel, or
Just see ~ Chapter 9.
A wagging tail that rhymes.
[Now where's my peppermint
Chimes?]

Patricia Highsmith
A Dog's Ransom

Long out of print, this Highsmith classic
resurfaces with a vengeance.

"The great revival of interest in Patricia Highsmith
continues with the publication of this novel
that will give dog owners nightmares
for years to come. With an eerie simplicity of style,
Highsmith turns our next-door
neighbors into sadistic psychopaths, lying in wait
among white picket fences and manicured lawns.
In A Dog's Ransom, Highsmith blends
a savage humor with brilliant social satire
in this dark tale of a highminded
criminal who hits a wealthy Manhattan couple
where it hurts the most
when he kidnaps their beloved poodle.
This work attesets to Highsmith's reputation as
'the poet of apprehension'
(Graham Greene)."


Patricia Highsmith is the author of such classics as
Strangers on a Train and The Talented Mr. Ripley.
She died in 1995 in Locarno, Switzerland.

http://www.wwnorton.com/catalog/spring02/032336.htm

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[Twittering One]

“My dear Herr Medicinalrath,” said Edwin,
“your master work has been performed on me.
Mother Nature, who may well fear you
since you irreverently pry into her most sacred secrets
and scan all her little weaknesses as through a microscope,
seems, at your command, to have once more
taken pity upon me, and granted me sleep.
All else will follow as a matter of course;
at least I already feel a truly wolfish appetite.
If you allow me, Doctor,
I’ll only put on the most necessary articles of clothing,
and go to breakfast at once, to relieve Balder,
who I see has again waited for me.”

“Probatum est,” laughed the doctor,
pocketing his watch. “I was perfectly well aware,
that for brains like yours, there is no better narcotic
than a mixture of folly, noise, and tights,
we men of the world swallow
to excite us.”

~ Paul Heyse,
From “The Children of the World,”
Worthington Co., New York, 1890
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