function makeArray(len) {
for (var i = 0; i < len; i++) this[i] = null;
this.length = len;
}
// This is where the array of text/images/sounds is created.
randhtml = new makeArray(11);
randhtml[0] = "'He had my wrists now, instead of having me having his. He twisted them behind me fast and a knee like a corner stone went into my back. He bent me. I can be bent. I'm not the City Hall. He bent me'
 Farewell My Lovely
Raymond Chandler
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randhtml[1] = "'He moved a couple of feet to his right, and then saw it. Not dozing in any sunshine. Not sunbathing. She was lying on her back. With no clothes on. Marks all over her body.'
The Reckoning
Sue Walker
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randhtml[2] = "'On a slow, chilly Sunday in January, shortly after the Lakers overcame a sixteen point halftime deficit and beat New Jersey, I got a call from a murderer'
Rage
Jonathan Kellerman
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randhtml[3] = "'There's one other thing,' Carver said when he'd finished talking. 'If you take the job, it's going to be dangerous. Make that very dangerous'
Mr Clarinet
Nick Stone
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randhtml[4] = "'She has a voice that could have been used as paint remover'
The Little Sister
Raymond Chandler
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randhtml[5] = "'You're as elegant as a fifty-dollar whore'
The Long Goodbye
Raymond Chandler
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randhtml[6] = "'His glass eye shone brightly up at me and was by far the most lifelike thing about him'
The Big Sleep
Raymond Chandler
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randhtml[7] = "'A wedge of sunlight slipped over the edge of the desk and fell noiselessly to the carpet'
Farewell, My Lovely
Raymond Chandler
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randhtml[8] = "'Your predecessors, they ... Things didn't turn out too right for them.'
Mr Clarinet
Nick Stone
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randhtml[9] = "'He had my wrists now, instead of having me having his. He twisted them behind me fast and a knee like a corner stone went into my back. He bent me. I can be bent. I'm not the City Hall. He bent me'
Farewell My Lovely
Raymond Chandler
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randhtml[10] = "'In each of them he holds a hunting knife. At his feet is the naked body of a woman, her flesh white in the glare'
Winter's End
John Rickards
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// The random number generator.
function rand(n) {
seed = (0x015a4e35 * seed) % 0x7fffffff;
return (seed >> 16) % n;
}
var now = new Date()
var seed = now.getTime() % 0xffffffff