LordPeter List Literary Contest

On the third night a female figure was observed to enter the lounge of the resplendent sea-palace of the world-ruling Emperors. It was not the habit of that humble person to adorn her unremarkable features and regretable figure with in ways which would mark herself out for notice, but to follow a manner of dress suitable to a humble chattel of the negligible art of storytelling. For some time she looked around the room, observing the nature of gathered crowd.

"It is not the habit of this person" she thought "to engage in ill-considered reproaches towards her venerable ancestors. And yet it seems that the elaborate dress which so graced the our forbears sits poorly on the shoulders of their degraded progeny."

"Do not allow yourself" said a slender figure appearing at that moment at her side "to be deceived by the effete fashions of those present. Know, O luminous one, that when the sun raises its irrelevant head in homage to your radiance, and the Seven Red Dragons crease the sky like the folds in your inestimable garments, these followers of a decrepit fashion will cast aside their ostrich feathers in favour of tennis rackets and Reebok trainers."

"Cease, oh absurd one" said the storyteller gracefully, "to dog the flow of conversation with ill-fitting similes. It seems probable-"

"the humble similes admittedly do no justice to the ineffable one here before me"

"-it seems probable that this dance is a game just like tennis"

-- Tullia's Tomb

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