Post by alf0319 on Sept 21, 2003 9:59:27 GMT -5
This is a piece from Chapter 5
Lemony Snicket writes Dear sister, I am taking great risk in hiding a letter to you inside one of my books, but I am certain that even the most melamcholy and well-read people in the world have found my account of the lives of the three Baudelaire children even more wreched than I had promised, and so this book will stay on the shelves of librairies, utterly ignored, waiting for you to open it and find this message. As an additional prcaution, I placed a warning that the rest of this chapter contains a description of the Baudelaires' miserable journey up the Vertical Flame Diversion, so anyone who has read such a description is probably brave enough to read my letter to you. I have at last learned the whereabouts of the evidence that will exonerate me, a phrase here which means "prove to the authorities that it is Count Olaf, and not me, who has started so many fires." Your suggestion so many years ago at that picnic, that a tea set would be a handy place to hide anything important and small in the event of a dark day, has turned out to be correct. (Incidentally, your other picnic suggestion, that a simple combanation of sliced mango, black beans, and chopped celery mixed with black pepper, lime juice, and olive oil would make a delicious salad also turned out to be correct.)
This is a piece from Chapter 6 Sunny is remembering a moment with her mother.
Sunny's mother was busy preparing for a fancy luncheon, and Sunny was busy dropping a fork on the floor over and over again to see what sort of sound it made. The luncheon was due to start any minute, and Sunny's mother was quickly mixing up a salad of sliced mango, black beans, and chopped celery mixed with black pepper, lime juice, and olive oil.
From this I get that Lemony Snicket is and Mrs Baudelaire are sister and brother.
Lemony Snicket writes Dear sister, I am taking great risk in hiding a letter to you inside one of my books, but I am certain that even the most melamcholy and well-read people in the world have found my account of the lives of the three Baudelaire children even more wreched than I had promised, and so this book will stay on the shelves of librairies, utterly ignored, waiting for you to open it and find this message. As an additional prcaution, I placed a warning that the rest of this chapter contains a description of the Baudelaires' miserable journey up the Vertical Flame Diversion, so anyone who has read such a description is probably brave enough to read my letter to you. I have at last learned the whereabouts of the evidence that will exonerate me, a phrase here which means "prove to the authorities that it is Count Olaf, and not me, who has started so many fires." Your suggestion so many years ago at that picnic, that a tea set would be a handy place to hide anything important and small in the event of a dark day, has turned out to be correct. (Incidentally, your other picnic suggestion, that a simple combanation of sliced mango, black beans, and chopped celery mixed with black pepper, lime juice, and olive oil would make a delicious salad also turned out to be correct.)
This is a piece from Chapter 6 Sunny is remembering a moment with her mother.
Sunny's mother was busy preparing for a fancy luncheon, and Sunny was busy dropping a fork on the floor over and over again to see what sort of sound it made. The luncheon was due to start any minute, and Sunny's mother was quickly mixing up a salad of sliced mango, black beans, and chopped celery mixed with black pepper, lime juice, and olive oil.
From this I get that Lemony Snicket is and Mrs Baudelaire are sister and brother.