<div dir="ltr"><div>Purely for humorous interest:</div><div><br></div><div><div>This year's Bulwer Lytton contest was won last
week by 41-year-old communications director Garrison
Spik, from Washington DC, for the line: "Theirs was
a New York love, a checkered taxi ride burning
rubber, and like the city their passion was open
24/7, steam rising from their bodies like slick
streets exhaling warm, moist, white breath through
manhole covers stamped 'Forged by DeLaney Bros.,
Piscataway, NJ.'"</div>
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<div>Sean<br>
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<p style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:100%;background:transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%" align="left"> <font style="font-size:15pt" size="4">And in case you
were wondering:</font></p>
<p style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:100%;background:transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%" align="left"> <font style="font-size:15pt" size="4">The late Mr.
Lytton (1803-1873) was an English writer and
Whig politician. His famous line is the opening
sentence of the novel “Paul Clifford”:</font></p>
<p style="margin-left:0.38in;margin-right:0.94in;margin-bottom:0in;line-height:100%;background:transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%" align="left"> <font style="font-size:15pt" size="4"> "It was a dark
and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents -
except at occasional intervals, when it was
checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up
the streets (for it is in London that our scene
lies), rattling along the housetops, and
fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps
that struggled against the darkness." <br>
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