You may have spotted The Register’s article on incidental spam poetry, where the random(ish) words and phrases generated to get through your spam filter actually produce something well. quite smart. Or funny. Or just plain surreal.
Well, I have to admit I have occasionally begun scanning the odd spam mail to see what it’s got in store for me.
This one brought some literature into my life:
Subject: Ready for Romance?
From: Cupid
...snipped nasty html blurb...
Shere Khan was always crossing his path in the jungle, for as
Akela grew older and feebler the lame tiger had come to be great
friends with the younger wolves of the Pack, who followed him for
scraps, a thing Akela would never have allowed if he had dared to
push his authority to the proper bounds. Then Shere Khan would
flatter them and wonder that such fine young hunters were content
to be led by a dying wolf and a man's cub. "They tell me," Shere
Khan would say, "that at Council ye dare not look him between the
eyes." And the young wolves would growl and bristle.