T HE M OST E FFECTIVE D RESS By Eric Elshtain and …

T HE M OST
E FFECTIVE
   D RESS

       By
  Eric Elshtain
       and
  the machine




   Beard of Bees
      Chicago
    Number 24
   January, 2005
Contents
Preface                                              ii

The silence broke Mme. In May. Again. . .             1

The eyes; whereas in hybrids from the mind.           2

The moment we began the second night. . .             3

Her feelings, made arrangements for the child. . .    4

A duel with a few remarks, perhaps. . .               5

The chairman, Mr. Birney, was a home. . .             6

A fire on the sentence of the key. . .                7

The one against the great republic, Paul. . .         8

Because, according to the surface of. . .             9

A few decades ago, because the whole. . .            10

In this unhappy mansion, or in fight. . .            11

The other side in favor of the league. . .           12




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Preface
    These gnoems were constructed using Gnoetry 0.2 and each gnoem is based
upon the statistical analysis of two texts. The human user made changes on
the word, phrase, and sentence levels using the random regeneration function of
the Gnoetry 0.2 interface; the human user did not make any post-compositional
changes, except where there were arguments for capitalization.

    Maria Weston, born in Weymouth, Massachusetts, on July 25, 1806, spent
several years of her youth living with the family of an uncle in England. From
1828 to 1830 she was principal of the Young Ladies' High School in Boston. Her
marriage in 1830 to Henry Grafton Chapman, a Boston merchant, brought her
into abolitionist circles, and in 1832 with 12 other women she founded the Boston
Female Anti-Slavery Society.
    Chapman became chief assistant to radical anti-slavery leader William Lloyd
Garrison, helping him to run the Massachusetts Anti-Slavery Society and to edit
The Liberator, a widely-circulated abolitionist publication. In 1839 she published
Right and Wrong in Massachusetts, a pamphlet that argued that the deep divisions
among abolitionists stemmed from their disagreements over women's rights.
    In 1836 she published a collection of Songs of the Free and Hymns of Christian
Freedom. In May 1838 she addressed the Anti-Slavery Convention of American
Women in Philadelphia in defiance of a threatening mob. (The mob returned the
next day and burned down the hall.) She died in Weymouth, Massachusetts, on
July 12, 1885.




                                        ii
The silence broke Mme. In May. Again. . .
The silence broke Mme. In May. Again,
beneath the sky. The great republic, and
because the agitation helped her work,
the waters of the people of the moon.
The parks, against the little ocean house,
the dull confusion. But already on
the members of the bars, amidst the things.
The cavern floor. The proposition. I
addressed a letter to the region of
the fungus. He accepted promptly, and
the little man, in which the mother is,
behind the centre of her he became
a state. The lower court, in my fatigue
costume in which the ages that beyond
a few remarks, the herald of the sun.
The mother was the best, her motives, and
a time, perhaps in his ideas of
religion and reform. A new respect.
In order. Even if the place the whole
performance was the heiress of a down.
In going through the very devil. He
admitted that a knowledge of the day,
in this procedure. At a distance, as
in some aberrant natures are the most
effective writing. Charley had a time,
because the little window vanished with
a queen among the wealthy people. It
requires constant thought, in such a time,
because in that direction, as the heat
abating, through a grating that subject.

Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Eighty Years And More; Reminiscences 1815-1897
H. G. Wells, The First Men In The Moon
Saturday, July 10, 2004, 17:51:01




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The eyes; whereas in hybrids from the mind.
The eyes; whereas in hybrids from the mind.
The verses are in all her virtues pass
unquestioned; but in all the species to
the truth, a new foundation, understand
the adaptation of the same effect.
In this condition, of her husband was
admitted to the faithful, here, again,
in his domestic duties and the child
a child, apply in nature, be the case
in this respect between the two: the bees,
the deepest interest, are the most upright,
courageous, and a great surprise. The West,
succession of the question is sometimes,
until the hand, the competition of
the county papers. As the devil, is
in monstrous plants; in other states, the child,
the most remote in any other sect.
The house, in our diagram, behind
the Malay Archipelago in which
the structure of a genus have fulfilled
the old museum, life, in order to
complete the upper hand. In this respect
enclosure of the young, professors, was
abandoned. It requires several years,
supposing they belonged, appreciate
the jaws, moreover, if the statements of
the many cloudy days. The most diverse
conditions of the woman suffrage plank
in their respective trees. In one against
the number of the crabs the democrats.

Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Eighty Years And More; Reminiscences 1815-1897
Charles Darwin, On the Origin of Species
Sunday, July 11, 2004, 00:57:59




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The moment we began the second night. . .
The moment we began the second night,
in his ideas of the question was
the only object of a cold, the king.
The king, erected for the public square,
a woman had proposed. The river, is
in Canaan, our fathers, we explored
the upper side. The last, a half a thought,
in our journals, of the first attempts.
The prospect of reform, because the first
convention, coming up in season and
finance, refusing to emancipate
the grave. The mother, and a boy! The child,
Maria Chapman and her sister, Miss
Sophia. Owing to the power of
the young, Missouri, was regarded as
a novel. Why, Joanna, they were there.
The judge's daughters. They consented to
attend a meeting of the lily, and
a mother of the chief apostle of
the woods, away across the yard; a few
remarks in Omaha. Her face in that
majestic grove, except, the women sat
in this objection, what a catalogue
in one position, with a baby then
in there. The gorgeous presents that between
the spacious parlors of the letters of
congratulation, and the people and
humiliation, we were all, were all
asleep. The only point in fairyland.
Returning to her home, a man in it!

Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Eighty Years And More; Reminiscences 1815-1897
Mark Twain, Huckleberry Finn
Tuesday, August 10, 2004, 21:42:22




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Her feelings, made arrangements for the child. . .
Her feelings, made arrangements for the child,
her best. The foliage. I especially from
the people for the story of the home.
The lower court, in talking with the child,
the full enjoyment of her presence, what
a welcome and congratulations on
her classic features, his delight. A mind
delighted with the fireside. A mind
delighted with the mob enjoyed themselves,
expressed the wish, the best retract, a most
amusing scene. In going to the French
Republic, should consider that becomes
the instigator. We were very slight
a claim, the shade. The right, according to
the church. A few remarks, the bride away.
In this convention was the plan. The child.
The joy, the good. In half a minute they
were there? The slaves were safe beyond a doubt,
enjoy the rights, enough! In one respect,
perhaps the most attentive, so the two,
were highly spoken of. The terror which
the mother of her thoughts. The queen. In years,
the king, the walks about the wedding, so
delighted with the inspiration of
the baby, and Marcella, exercised
the whole proceeding. Papa, whereupon
a stream, until the paper and the child
appeared in public places, but the one
absorbing interest, was elected, and
the lines about the same in Omaha.

Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Eighty Years And More; Reminiscences 1815-1897
Jane Austen, Emma
Sunday, November 7, 2004, 21:48:19




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A duel with a few remarks, perhaps. . .
A duel with a few remarks, perhaps,
reformatory, to the other side,
repeated to decide, in order to
enlighten me, especially at the world.
Besides, a scoundrel, an outsider, of
her only treasure, Theodore. Besides,
appreciate the blessings of a child.
In his confessions, and the colonel was
a place in which the laws were everywhere.
Suppose a coward and a figure come
in, and the social center of the same!
The wit, the tambourine, among the child,
appreciate her love, Mme. The child,
in this convention was unoccupied,
Maria Chapman and her repertoire.
The house. In fact, in opposition to
the screen. The one absorbing interest, would
amuse themselves in any way. Towards
the end, endowed, in darkest hours, and
before the public. Having spent the same
in fact the credit column. No escape,
her only treasure, love, in other words,
in fact, the Barclays, and the book itself.
A great event in our school the boys
in January, and in my fatigue
costume in Russia, that the stomach of
a distant province. After looking at
her, and in my surroundings. I believe,
in england, obsolete. The journey up
the boy the correspondence was absurd.

Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Eighty Years And More; Reminiscences 1815-1897
Feodor Dostoevsky, Notes from the Underground
Sunday, November 7, 2004, 23:28:23




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The chairman, Mr. Birney, was a home. . .
The chairman, Mr. Birney, was a home,
sometimes together and sometimes, until
the fine proportions of the works, the child,
in honor of the old idea of
Jehovah and the cold. The passage of
cocaine. The only girl in that produced
the fine proportions of the system of
conventions, and a voyage to subscribe,
a good example of the vessel, but
in this objection, what a voice. In years,
a breathless silence reigned. The clergy, and
the human heart. The old museum, let
her be the second. This reunion was
the key, throughout the constitutions, of
the fathers, at the close. The woman's rights,
declared the work itself, engineer. In life.
A black reaction comes upon until
the Mississippi. I remember, was
enclosed. The central figure. Yet the men
in all directions. But the narrow gate,
before the whole proceeding. Mrs. Mott,
the church, among the guests. The mob enjoyed
themselves, expressed in resolutions of
the convent, with a lantern. Mr. May,
in January when the slaves were there.
The case, a very pretty floor. The child,
her sex, the letter and the country was
in congress, and the legal papers served
upon the sexes. To the church in Troy.
The next revision, all the rights secured.

Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Eighty Years And More; Reminiscences 1815-1897
Arthur Conan Doyle, Sign of the Four
Friday, January 7, 2005, 16:54:56




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A fire on the sentence of the key. . .
A fire on the sentence of the key,
throughout the state. A lie before a judge
in all, a large reception, anyway.
Her child. In retrospective vision bright,
escorted me in time, a brother of
the nation, and around the grave. The child,
in fact, receive the money which contained
a celebration, at the center of
the senate and the dead. The interest of
a single life. The vision: that neglect,
in one position, brother; Abraham,
among the wicked man, a cloud, whereas,
a trusted lawyer, and the change in my
fatigue costume in which the fairs were held
in parlors, and her tongue, because the god,
creation, even soiled. The patience of
the court, in that direction! He removed,
in their destruction, as the sun in thee!
The sinner, and receive the money of
the ladies of the most. The one against
the laws. The law before the glory of
the house, were women of the story, of
a few remarks, the right, according to
the judge's daughters. With a blanket to
transport another. On the watch. The child,
her mother's sudden illness called her home.
The wisdom of the revolution, or
Virginia reel. Behold, Mme. The boy
the sacrifice commanded by the deep.
A woman had established for herself.

Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Eighty Years And More; Reminiscences 1815-1897
Unknown, The Apocrypha
Friday, January 7, 2005, 17:04:41




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The one against the great republic, Paul. . .
The one against the great republic, Paul
Marvell, the beasts! The trouble of divorce!
The boy in mourning. You, a servant, then?
The big hotels, the artist, you were born
in, anyhow. The street. Toward the door.
The countess Raymond had returned. In him.
The swarthy stranger, as the other; not
a great collector. Winter came across
in their committee rooms. Her first attempts.
Her mother for the moment all the same.
Her eyes. Marvell, the husband? He exclaimed,
ignoring his excuse. The Jackson case,
in absence, to prevent the members of
the scene. Before the easel. She replied,
a few remarks. The ball. Marvell, across
the house. The big hotels, the social eye.
Sometimes, in his reply. In other words,
presented to her carriage to explain,
a secret. Oh, the master of the most
effective dress, the great events. The child.
The words. Again, in this objection, what
were their opinions on the day, the day!
Her views, the glitter of the body of
the people. I presume? The only one
in whom the great adventure to secure
the motor. It enraged her monogram
in this occasion, to the parents, of
the daughters of the question at the word.
The words, presented to the rounding of
the nation to a man arose in town.

Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Eighty Years And More; Reminiscences 1815-1897
Edith Wharton, The Custom of the Country
Friday, January 7, 2005, 17:11:30




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Because, according to the surface of. . .
Because, according to the surface of
domestic life. A little business here.
The very bosom of the state. In what
a situation. When the question, of
a quaker, was the great beyond. Perhaps
the most delightful spot. A moment of
a ticket? Well, er, I remember that
the fire. He admitted that, Malone.
The boys below. The room contained a large
hotel in my possession. I suppose
the pseudonyms, the moral status of
the darkness. Then the fellow who enjoyed
the nearest village? Such were thunderstruck.
Before the shore. Were you, Malone, returned
the other hand, the man? Alas, among
the rain? Perhaps the owners of the boys.
In fact the credit column. That her eyes
were fairly open, looking at the life
beyond. The rain? In my possession, I
admit. The ladies, you believe in. Then,
again the first established, everything,
a duel, and the bell, appreciate
the day before. The smoke. The wounded, and
the young experimenter. We were there.
The conversation on the way, between
the dude. A number of the south. The child,
a girl! Besides, until the end the work
her sex, the only one in favor of
the boat! A few details. Arriving at
the man in all directions to collect.

Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Eighty Years And More; Reminiscences 1815-1897
Horatio Alger Jr., Joe The Hotel Boy
Friday, January 7, 17:17:57




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A few decades ago, because the whole. . .
A few decades ago, because the whole
republic was a pretty pattern and
a great event, the right, according to
the time, the state, the flowers, and were not
a great surprise. In one position, and
the matter. We were not a lady who
escorted us, sometimes alone, sometimes
alone, sometimes alone, sometimes alone,
sometimes together and the nobles held
the lands. The coloured people who were not
the primal step in Tuskegee, in mind.
The news. The papers, to protect the year
were not a preacher, child, the mother is,
perhaps in compensation for the child.
Toward the white. The value of the white.
Her first rebellious cry. A dozen years,
before the end, in my fatigue costume,
perhaps, the same proportion of the law.
Suppose a man in his desire to
forget the picture of the season, is
in fact, the founder of the states, arranged
in his expenses there. Sometimes, deplore
the school, in which the fairs were held. A half
a dozen students. Through the winter, not
the white. Besides, in order to secure
the civil war in this direction, is
in fact, the slave. The people had addressed
the men, in this description of the most
effective writing. I repeat, the whole
republic was a mere commercial gain.

Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Eighty Years And More; Reminiscences 1815-1897
Booker T. Washington, Up From Slavery
Tuesday, Jan 11, 2005, 15:41:20




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In this unhappy mansion, or in fight. . .
In this unhappy mansion, or in fight,
unless the law unjust provisions, and
a half a crown apiece. The angel with
delight. In discourse with her part. In years,
a grain, concocted and her duty to
themselves in all the days resolved, wherein
the brute; unable to perform. Before
the present day, in this commotion, and
a spacious plain, in their creation they
were, or in shade, a place in which the state,
the word obey. The love, the danger, is
in school elections. To the last degree.
The evening of success, the only one
in London, with a large reception, which
the fairs were held. Creation and the child,
Maria Chapman and her praise. In charge.
The law, in whom the gracious voice divine.
Beyond compare the son, the glassy sea;
the middle of the fruit, in thee, divine,
enclosed in serpent, though a woman was
arrested, on the other side, a child!
The rest were all in white, the senate, of
a journey was in heaven. Here, again,
the wife in an apartment, politics,
accent, the mountain side. In all. The child,
her trials to endure? A while the few
remaining days in joy, secure, secure,
consulting on the earth, in which the state,
the mighty father, first in sin, among
the chief apostle of the tree her wrongs?

Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Eighty Years And More; Reminiscences 1815-1897
John Milton, Paradise Lost
Sunday, January 16, 2005, 21:34:49




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The other side in favor of the league. . .
The other side in favor of the league,
presented to the stair. In with her to
the west, the soldiers, and the man, were bare.
The wind, the great hotel, a thing? Again,
a voice proclaimed itself, a simple one.
The father, is another is the day
before. Her mask the cunning of a child,
her mother gave her, as a body, god!
The literary class, the public work
in Burma, how the strange perfume. The more
extensive from the forests of themselves
a big Mercedes. He expected to
contribute something. Of the murder group.
The phantom yellow peril; but a strong
attraction. There, the whole performance was
the home. Her beauty of the country airs,
were there. A ripple on the stairs, the child.
A trap. A drive in me. The bible, and
a dissipated son. A slave. Upon
the nearer walls, the Thames, the master? Not
exactly, said the train. The same hotel,
in favor of the southern mother and
the scene suggested to her head. Her hands,
perhaps? The house, the winter, I began
a liquid, pointing upward, and began,
in later years, again, a writhing mass,
upon the nearer walls, the afternoon,
the fine proportions of the water from
the groom, a little room. The ferryboats
in mathematics, I replied, unique.

Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Eighty Years And More; Reminiscences 1815-1897
Sax Rohmer, The Insidious Dr. Fu Manchu
Sunday, January 16, 2005, 21:49:11




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E RIC E LSHTAIN, the editor of Chicago's Beard of Bees Press, is finishing his Ph.D
in the University of Chicago's Committee on the History of Culture. His work can
be found in journals such as McSweeney's, Skanky Possum, Notre Dame Review,
Ploughshares, Interim, Salt Hill, GutCult and others. His latest chapbook, The
Cheaper the Crook, the Gaudier the Patter, appeared last year from Transparent
Tiger Press.
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