He was a thin dyspeptic Londoner. One evening he and his wife attended a neighborhood cinema. As he took his seat, his foul breath caused others to jerk their heads away. He pretended not to notice, put a cigaret between his lips. Just as he brought the lighted match, carefully cupped in his hands, up to the cigaret, he emitted a mighty belch. There was a sudden flash of flame, a rumbling "poom," a smell of singed hair. The cigaret was projected by the explosion over three...
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