[extropy-chat] toot toot

[Alex Ramonsky]

Damien Broderick wrote:

> At 09:29 PM 4/1/2005 -0800, spike wrote:
>
>
>> Chapter 41
>>
>> 14 Who can open the doors of his face? his teeth are terrible round 
>> about.
>> 15 His scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close seal.
>> 16 One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.
>> 17 They are joined one to another, they stick together, that they 
>> cannot be
>> sundered.
>> 18 By his neesings a light doth shine, and his eyes are like the 
>> eyelids of
>> the morning.
>> 19 Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out.
>> 20 Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron.
>> 21 His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.
>> 22 In his neck remaineth strength, and sorrow is turned into joy 
>> before him.
>
>
> Obviously one of the steam trains of Atlantis, hence the subsequent 
> water imagery. 

Sounds like someone snorting amphetamines with curry powder to me? 
(Obviously the 'scales' are used to weigh it out).
But WTF are 'neesings'? Have we all got some?
AR
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