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One afternoon not so long ago I was sitting in a suburban train bound for Sydney. All at once the young woman next to me gasped and stiffened, fearful perhaps that I was some fugitive axe murderer about to let fly.
When nothing bloodthirsty eventuated, she cast a few furtive glances around and under the seat, no doubt in search of lurking implements of mayhem. I have to assume that, finding none, she must have put my muttering down to mere eccentricity, for she managed to ignore me for the rest of the journey. Just as well, too, since in my bag was a complete set of enlarged Cleudo weapon replicas — lead pipe, candlestick and the like — together with a piano-sized bust of Miss Scarlett. To me it seems right and proper to drink in as much as you can of the old human panorama, provided you do it discreetly.
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