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|Value 40 - 59 = You hear that the Manager has retreated, hiding from sight. It's whispered that he's been seeking a new collection of nightmares from the imaginings of his poor patients, of impossible cities and endless conurbations. | |Value 40 - 59 = You hear that the Manager has retreated, hiding from sight. It's whispered that he's been seeking a new collection of nightmares from the imaginings of his poor patients, of impossible cities and endless conurbations. | ||
|Value 60 - 79 = The Bishop of St Fiacre's has organised game nights in the rectory. "It's fine if it's in the Lord's house," he says to all who ask, and besides he is the Bishop. He has, he says, developed a taste for cards, now that the stakes are gone. | |Value 60 - 79 = The Bishop of St Fiacre's has organised game nights in the rectory. "It's fine if it's in the Lord's house," he says to all who ask, and besides he is the Bishop. He has, he says, developed a taste for cards, now that the stakes are gone. | ||
| − | |Value | + | |Value 82 - 98 = Mr Pages spends its days fulmigating in the London papers. Its hatred of the simian is only equalled by its newfound loathing of 'quitters and surrenderments'. |
|Value 100 = You hear that the Topsy King has developed a taste for light operettas. On certain nights, it's whispered, the Flit becomes a merry place where wit rules the day – and thought of heavy operatic burdens are laid aside. | |Value 100 = You hear that the Topsy King has developed a taste for light operettas. On certain nights, it's whispered, the Flit becomes a merry place where wit rules the day – and thought of heavy operatic burdens are laid aside. | ||
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