As always, this is for entertainment purposes only. There will be no wagering. And the house gets the standard ten percent. Time for a little diversion as I work toward the Fin on this stinking carp I call a novel.
This typewriter was one of a kind, like the author who pounded away on this gaudy relic. He created a canon that I, a wide-eyed kid, read completely. Later, intoxicated by his fictional adventure, I volunteered to go places where I could have been factually killed.
They shouldn't let stupid kids read books. They're too dangerous.
One last clue? If I hadn't read these books, I probably never would have written Beneath A Panamanian Moon.
Take your best guess.
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I have no clue.
Typewriters are so ancient, I'm perplexed by your pictures of these relics.
And I'm distracted by your religious admissions.
My first thought was that you'd probably find globe trotting inspiration from Graham Greene.
But alas, this entry speeaks to your inner desire for your own licence to kill.
Not to mention your taste in adorning your entire house in gold.
...Ian Fleming
This is a SWAG here but after thinking of Raymond Chandler I thought of John D. MacDonald. I rejected Conan Doyle as Holmes is too tweedy but perhaps Travis McGee is who you want to be when you grow up?
Another guess please. You mentioned adventure, not crime, not mystery. Ernest Hemmingway. A recent article about his Cuban villa mentioned a Royal typewriter. I automatically block him out because the only time I have heard his name in the last two years is from the ladies at the book club who despise him as a brute misogynist and drunk.
Another guess please. You mentioned adventure, not crime, not mystery. Ernest Hemmingway. A recent article about his Cuban villa mentioned a Royal typewriter. I automatically block him out because the only time I have heard his name in the last two years is from the ladies at the book club who despise him as a brute misogynist and drunk.
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