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The Orchestra of Friday Morning. Zooming of the neon lamps. A cough to the left, at the front and then just two seats removed. It goes on like single random notes of an otherwise silent orchestra. Rarely two join to form a new harmony, but it soon dies away. The image disappears for a moment and the music swells rapidly. Mumbling tones fall over each other and become a distinct humm. Lights dim and the image reappears . music dies a strangling death. A moment of pure silence but for the zooming of neon lamps. Coughs. Shuffling. Pockets of talk. Until a strained tenor from the front cries for silence. His voice lulls us all back to sleep, unt

Lifework Her eyes seemed larger than life as she scrutinized the short, bearded man. "Am I dead?" The little woman continued to peer intently at Gimli's face through her large round spectacles. Glaring at anyone else present would have required looking up and she wasn't about to be looked down upon! "I better not be! I've heard the stories! Just prancing around sweeping young girls off their feet." She had come uncomfortably close, her wrinkles appearing like wide cracks in desert ground, their noses nearly touching. Gimli twitched his nose comically, shaking his beard in the process and pulled away. The woman bent even further forwards.