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The quality is bad, but it is playing, at least! God-- I am so stressed-- forgive me for talking of such shallow things lately. I have to: I can't speak of the real things now.

Anyway, it is so magical watching Scarlett O'Hara flounce around in the palm of my hand. She pulled Suellen's hair and they made faces at each other right in the palm of my hand: I felt like I was holding a couple of little fairies. Now that I have seen this I see I'm going to have to get a lot of Victorian movies for my Treo. I love to see fancy girls on my little screen. I've got to get the Snow White DVD.

I think recording from the Tivo further reduces quality. This should have looked better than Phantom and looks much worse. There's a lot of artifacts. But I think this has a lot of potential. My silent films may do better since it won't have to work as hard with black and white. I've noticed they fill up DVD's less than color movies. I hope, at least, I can get them to work. Then there's Dark Shadows.

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