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A riddle
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John Hale
Yarn Weaver
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Dec-8-2004 01:45
Hello all.
I'm fairly new to Sleuth and I thought I might share a little hobby of mine with you all. Here's something for that sad moment when the mysteries of the day are all done.
Thousands lay up gold within this house,
but no man made it.
Spears past counting guard this house,
but no man wards it.
What is it?
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LilRach
Well-Connected
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Jul-16-2005 11:35
Or,
Player A-2+1+2+2
Player B-1+1+1+1
However, I am not sure if this is correct because I am unclear to why this riddle is hard. So I may be looking at it incorrectly.
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Madame Giry
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Jul-16-2005 17:57
Can anybody guess at my unanswered riddle?
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Autumnsprings
Con Artist
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Jul-17-2005 08:02
Madame is it ants?
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Madame Giry
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Jul-18-2005 12:08
Nope it's not.
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Autumnsprings
Con Artist
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Jul-18-2005 14:24
i give up...
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Madame Giry
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Jul-18-2005 17:44
The answer is a cobra.
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Casa Nova
Well-Connected
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Jul-18-2005 22:07
OK tummey, here goes....
ODDWINS, if Player A has a total of 5 after his 3rd turn...he wins?
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Casa Nova
Well-Connected
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Jul-18-2005 22:11
WHITE SPOTS....
all the spots are white...all the ones are black
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Casa Nova
Well-Connected
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Jul-18-2005 22:21
ODDWINS....Oops...unless Player B had a total of 4 after his 2nd turn....then Player A should have a total of 4 after his 3rd turn.
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smilebj
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Jul-20-2005 17:11
the second one is nothing. i heard that one a little while ago. i have one, i saw it in a video game. (warning, must have extensive knowledge of shakespeare)
u have to make 4 numbers out of these 5 books using the riddle.
Shakespeare Anthology 1- Romeo and Juliet
Shakespeare Anthology 2- King Lear
Shakespeare Anthology 3- MacBeth
Shakespeare Anthology 4- Hamlet
Shakespeare Anthology 5- Othello
here is the riddle.
"In here is a tragedy---
art thou player or audience?
Be as it may, the end doth remain:
all go on only toward death.
The first word at thy left hand:
a false lunacy, a madly dancing man.
Hearing unhearable words, drawn
to a beloved's grave---and there,
mayhap, true madness at last.
As did this one playing at death,
find true death at last.
Killing a nameless lover, she
pierced a heart rent by sorrow.
Doth lie invite truth?
Doth verity but wear the mask of falsehood?
Ah, thou pitiful, thou miserable ones.
Still amidst lies, though the end cometh
not, wherefore yearn for death?
Will thou attend thy beloved? Truths
and lies, life and death:
a game of turning white to black and
black to white.
Is not a silence brimming with love more
precious than flattery?
A peaceful slumber preferred to a throne
besmirched with blood?
One vengeful man spilled blood for two;
Two youths shed tears for three;
Three witches disappeared thusly;
And only the four keys remain.
Ah but verily...
In here lies a tragedy.
Art thou player or audience?
there is something which cannot become
a puppet of fate or an onlooker,
peering into a cage."
(i hope it fits)
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