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	<title>Read it Live</title>
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		<title>Epilogue</title>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2009/08/03/epilogue/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Aug 2009 10:41:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sidra Nadeem</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Epilogue &#8220;Look here!&#8221; exclaims one, &#8220;Has no one opened this cupboard in years?&#8221; &#8220;The room has been unoccupied for quite a while,&#8221; replies two, &#8220;I&#8217;ve only been ordered to move in and clear up today. See what&#8217;s in the cupboard.&#8221; She opens the rickety doors, grabs a packet of papers lying atop a pile of [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter VII</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Aug 2009 10:37:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sidra Nadeem</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Chapter VII Chapter in which the Reader will find that Which He can only find in the Perusal of it &#8220;Reality and fiction says your worship?&#8221; Sancho inquired. &#8220;Yes Sancho,&#8221; replied the knight, &#8220;for fiction is always the better, the nearer it resembles the truth.&#8221; &#8220;But what composition and distinction of status will thy new [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter VI</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Aug 2009 10:35:28 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sidra Nadeem</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Chapter VI Where the Sage Conversation between Don Quixote and Sancho Continues, With Other Debates Happily Recorded &#8220;May God in heaven or devil on earth keep thy wits intact!&#8221; exclaimed Sancho, &#8220;My master turned historian now. It would scarce astonish me if tomorrow you professed brick-laying. What experience hast thou of history and writing?&#8221; &#8220;O [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter V</title>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2009/08/03/chapter-v/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Aug 2009 10:33:54 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sidra Nadeem</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Chapter V Of what has been Recorded in History Without the Happening &#8220;But,&#8221; retorted Sancho, &#8220;what demon hath come upon your lordship that you attempt to secure fame that is already safely stored in your granary of possession through the history recorded by Mr. Moor Bean-and-Jelly? Did not Mr. Batchelor himself affirm that there are [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter IV</title>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2009/08/03/chapter-iv/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Aug 2009 09:57:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sidra Nadeem</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Chapter IV Of Rozinante and Sancho&#8217;s Last Persual, with Other Diverting Accounts Scarce had Don Quixote finished his discourse that a tapping on the window reclaimed his attention. Turning around the knight and squire witnessed Rozinante, his ludicrous leanness and exaggerated, skeletal aspect now a little cushioned with flesh, his grizzled mane smoother and his [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter III</title>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2009/08/03/chapter-iii/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Aug 2009 09:56:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sidra Nadeem</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Chapter III In which is the Phantastical Explanation of the Knight&#8217;s Conversion &#8220;I fell asleep one night,&#8221; proceeded the knight, &#8220;after having been delivered to my abode in the inchanted cage, to the bickering of my niece arguing with the curate about me: &#8220;His worship, being so learned, might even mount the pulpit, or go [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter II</title>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2009/08/03/chapter-ii/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Aug 2009 09:50:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sidra Nadeem</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Chapter II An Account of Sancho&#8217;s Incredulous Response to the Change in the Valiant Knight&#8217;s Constitution There was a profound silence after the knight uttered this statement, a silence unbroken by the housekeeper&#8217;s laments, the knight&#8217;s blabbering or Sancho&#8217;s harangue; the stretch then punctuated with the faint sound of Rozinante&#8217;s familiar neighing. &#8220;Oh Devil take [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter I</title>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2009/08/03/chapter-i/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Aug 2009 09:41:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sidra Nadeem</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The True History of Don Quixote de la Mancha: Twice Knighted, Thrice Scholared Author: Sid Halmet Bean-and-Jelly Published By: The Un-lying Presses (Licensed by the Order of Knight Errantry, Strawberry Creek, La Bu Nancha) Chapter I Of the parallel possibility of existence The heavy oak door was locked shut. The housekeeper sat outside it, at [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Note on the Story: &#8220;A True History of Don Quixote de la Mancha: Twice Knighted, Thrice Scholared&#8221;</title>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2009/08/03/a-note-on-the-storya-true-history-of-don-quixote-de-la-mancha-twice-knighted-thrice-scholared/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Aug 2009 09:33:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sidra Nadeem</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Announcements]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Hello RIL-ers, I don&#8217;t know who comes here how often now, but this place still exists for anyone who writes and wants to share his/her work. My personal study schedules have left me with no time in the past year to be updating here often, or even to write something worth posting; yes, a sad [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Ex</title>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2009/06/06/ex/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Jun 2009 19:48:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jawad Haroon</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Ex blows out. The stream of smoke is steady, wispy, seemingly endless. He exhales a decade and two years in one breath. It billows back at him in eddies. In this one sitting he sees everything he has done, seen, been &#8211; as vaporous and ephemeral as all he breathes out, seen to unseen. Hangs [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Emotionally Divested</title>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2009/05/28/emotionally-divested/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 28 May 2009 12:01:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sidra Nadeem</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It is forty-five degrees of laziness and desertion outside. Everything is bathed in yellow and melting in the sunlight. No one can feel what the laborer sweating in this heat can feel. No one can even pretend to sympathize, no words can attempt to capture their toil adequately. It is very comfortable inside the car [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Unworthy</title>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2009/04/21/unworthy/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Apr 2009 05:18:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sana Tanveer</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[In the darkest recesses of my moods, When dusk glories and the sun shies, When the strolls into darkness begin to rise, When the earth lazes in its orbit and The hint of a friend&#8217;s touch to soothe Fails and soulful melodies refuse to purge, I think of the bloody continent which once housed Two [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Honorable Thing</title>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2009/04/20/the-honorable-thing/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Apr 2009 17:14:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jawad Haroon</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It isn&#8217;t time yet. But the time is near and all this slip slides towards it. Beyond it. A little boy in a big world slip slides towards it. It in turn, spitting stones, hurtles at him headlong, and soon enough. The tide comes in: he, a man, old enough, slip slides off the face [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Grandma Geraldine&#8217;s Geraniums</title>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2009/04/06/grandma-geraldines-geraniums/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Apr 2009 03:26:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Noor-ul-ain Noor</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Grandma Geraldine&#8217;s Geraniums Grandma Geraldine lived in Georgia and grew exquisite geraniums. Summer after summer When I was a girl, I used to sit on her window ledge while she cried out the names of herbs she grew in her kitchen garden. &#8220;Look, child,&#8221; she&#8217;d say in her Georgian drawl, her buttermilk eyes fluid behind [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Nostalgia (An Italian Sonnet)</title>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2009/03/07/nostalgia-an-italian-sonnet/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Mar 2009 22:38:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Noor-ul-ain Noor</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Nostalgia Asphalt smells rain-like, fingers fluid sing Sonnets, verses &#8211; old haunts and poems new. Stoic pen asks what Providence will brew Amidst erupted skies, awakening Memories &#8211; soaked, drowned. Cold winds bring Enough words, taciturn, fertile, and true, To write of moments &#8211; lost, forgotten, few - As this weather silently spies to string [...]]]></description>
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