<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772360285165225621</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 24 Oct 2024 21:03:52 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Dirk Gently</category><category>Douglas Adams</category><title>The power of the written word</title><description></description><link>http://novelextracts.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772360285165225621.post-7222843179977661774</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 May 2007 22:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-11T00:47:07.880+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dirk Gently</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Douglas Adams</category><title>The Long Dark Tea-Time Of The Soul by Douglas Adams</title><atom:summary type="text">The trouble with the sort of shop that sells things like magnifying glasses and penknives is that they tend also to sell all kinds of other fascinating things, like the quite extraordinary device with which Dirk eventually emerged after having been hopelessly unable to decide between the knife with the built-in Philips screwdriver, toothpick and ball-point pen and the one with the 13-tooth </atom:summary><link>http://novelextracts.blogspot.com/2007/05/long-dark-tea-time-of-soul-by-douglas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z113/novelextracts/Douglas%20Adams/th_longdarkteatime.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772360285165225621.post-8485117117084123680</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 May 2007 19:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-11T00:47:54.108+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dirk Gently</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Douglas Adams</category><title>Dirk Gently&#39;s Holistic Detective Agency by Douglas Adams</title><atom:summary type="text">High on a rocky promontory sat an Electric Monk on a bored horse. From under its rough woven cowl the Monk gazed unblinkingly down into another valley, with which it was having a problem.           The day was hot; the sun stood in an empty hazy sky and beat down upon the gray rocks and the scrubby, parched grass. Nothing moved, not even the Monk. The horse’s tail moved a little, swishing </atom:summary><link>http://novelextracts.blogspot.com/2007/05/test-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z113/novelextracts/Douglas%20Adams/th_dirkgentlysholistic.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>