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What I Thought About Loki (Season One)

(Sorry this is later than it should have been. I may or may not be experiencing burnout from reviewing every episode of the gayest show Disney has ever produced)

Salutations, random people on the internet. I am an Ordinary Schmuck. I write stories and reviews and draw comics and cartoons.

Do you want to know what's fun about the Marvel Cinematic Universe? It is now officially at the point where the writers can do whatever the hell they want.

A TV series about two Avengers getting stuck in a series of sitcoms as one of them explores their personal grief? Sure.

Another series as a guy with metal bird wings fights the inner racism of his nation to take the mantel of representing the idea of what that nation should be? Why not?

A forgettable movie about a superspy and her much more mildly entertaining pretend family working together to kill the Godfather? F**king go for it (Let that be a taste for my Black Widow review in October)!

There is no limit to what you can get with these movies and shows anymore, and I personally consider that a good thing. It allows this franchise to lean further into creative insanity, thus embracing its comic roots in the process. Take Loki, for example. It is a series about an alternate version of one of Marvel's best villains bouncing around the timeline with Owen Wilson to prevent the end of the universe. It sounds like just the right amount of wackiness that it should be too good to fail.

But that's today's question: Did it fail? To find out my own answer to that, we're gonna have to dive deep into spoilers. So be wary as you continue reading.

With that said, let's review, shall we?

WHAT I LIKED

Loki Himself: Let's get this out of the way: This isn't the same Loki we've seen grow within five movies. The Loki in this series, while similar in many ways, is still his very own character. He goes through his own redemption and developments that fleshes out Loki, all through ways that, if I'm being honest with you, is done much better in six-hour-long episodes than in past films. Loki's story was already entertaining, but he didn't really grow that much aside from being this chaotic neutral character instead of this wickedly evil supervillain. Through his series, we get to see a gradual change in his personality, witnessing him understand his true nature and "glorious purpose," to the point where he's already this completely different person after one season. Large in part because of the position he's forced into.

Some fans might say that the series is less about Loki and more about the TVA. And while I can unquestionably see their point, I still believe that the TVA is the perfect way for Loki to grow. He's a character all about causing chaos and controlling others, so forcing him to work for an organization that takes that away allows Loki time to really do some introspection. Because if his tricks don't work, and his deceptions can't fool others, then who is he? Well, through this series, we see who he truly is: A character who is alone and is intended to be nothing more than a villain whose only truly selfless act got him killed in the end. Even if he wants to better himself, he can't because that "goes against the sacred timeline." Loki is a person who is destined to fail, and he gets to see it all with his own eyes by looking at what his life was meant to be and by observing what it could have been. It's all tragic and yet another example of these shows proving how they allow underdeveloped characters in the MCU a better chance to shine. Because if Loki can give even more depth to a character who's already compelling as is, then that is a feat worth admiration.

The Score: Let's give our gratitude toward Natalie Holt, who f**king killed it with this series score. Every piece she made is nothing short of glorious. Sylvie's and the TVA's themes particularly stand out, as they perfectly capture who/what they're representing. Such as how Sylvie's is big and boisterous where the TVA's sound eerie and almost unnatural. Holt also finds genius ways to implement other scores into the series, from using familiar tracks from the Thor movies to even rescoring "Ride of the Valkyries" in a way that makes a scene even more epic than it already could have been. The MCU isn't best known for its musical scores, partly because they aim to be suitable rather than memorable. But every now and again, something as spectacular as the Loki soundtrack sprinkles through the cracks of mediocrity. Making fans all the more grateful because of it.

There’s a lot of Talking: To some, this will be considered a complaint. Most fans of the MCU come for the action, comedy, and insanely lovable characters. Not so much for the dialogue and exposition. That being said, I consider all of the talking to be one of Loki's best features. All the background information about the TVA added with the character's backstories fascinates me, making me enthusiastic about learning more. Not everyone else will be as interested in lore and world-building as others, but just because something doesn't grab you, in particular, doesn't mean it isn't appealing at all. Case in point: There's a reason why the Five Nights at Freddy's franchise has lasted as long as it has, and it's not entirely because of how "scary" it is.

There's also the fact that most of the dialogue in Loki is highly engaging. I'll admit, some scenes do drag a bit. However, every line is delivered so well that I'm more likely to hang on to every word when characters simply have honest conversations with each other. And if I can be entertained by Loki talking with Morbius about jetskis, then I know a show is doing at least something right.

It’s Funny: This shouldn't be a surprise. The MCU is well-known for its quippy humor in the direct acknowledgment that it doesn't take itself too seriously. With that said, it is clear which movies and shows are intended to be taken seriously, while others are meant to be comedies. Loki tries to be a bit of both. There are some heavy scenes that impact the characters, and probably even some fans, due to how well-acted and professionally written they can be. However, this is also a series about a Norse god traveling through time to deal with alternate versions of himself, with one of them being an alligator. I'd personally consider it a crime against storytelling to not make it funny. Thankfully, the writers aren't idiots and know to make the series fun with a few flawlessly timed and delivered jokes that never really take away from the few good grim moments that actually work.

It Kept Me Surprised: About everything I appreciate about Loki, the fact that I could never really tell what direction it was going is what I consider its absolute best feature. Every time I think I knew what was going to happen, there was always this one big twist that heavily subverted any and every one of my expectations. Such as how each time I thought I knew who the big bad was in this series, it turns out that there was an even worse threat built up in the background. The best part is that these twists aren't meant for shock value. It's always supposed to drive the story forward, and on a rewatch, you can always tell how the seeds have been planted for making each surprise work. It's good that it kept fans guessing, as being predictable and expected would probably be the worst path to take when making a series about Loki, a character who's all about trickery and deception. So bonus points for being in line with the character.

The TVA: You can complain all you want about how the show is more about the TVA than it is Loki, but you can't deny how the organization in question is a solid addition to the MCU. Initially, it was entertaining to see Loki of all characters be taken aback by how the whole process works. And it was worth a chuckle seeing Infinity Stones, the most powerful objects in the universe, get treated as paperweights. However, as the season continues and we learn about the TVA, the writers show that their intention is to try and write a message about freedom vs. control. We've seen this before in movies like Captain America: The Winter Soldier or Captain America: Civil War, but with those films, it always felt like the writers were leaning more towards one answer instead of making it obscure over which decision is correct. This is why I enjoy the fact that Loki went on saying that there really is no right answer for this scenario. If the TVA doesn't prune variants, it could result in utter chaos and destruction that no one from any timeline can prepare themselves for. But when they do prune variants along with their timelines, it takes away all free will, forcing people to be someone they probably don't even want to be. It's a situation where there really is no middle ground. Even if you bring up how people could erase timelines more destructive than others, that still takes away free will on top of how there's no unbiased way of deciding which timelines are better or worse. And the series found a brilliant way to explain this moral: The season starts by showing how the TVA is necessary, to later point out how there are flaws and evil secrets within it, and ends things with the revelation that there are consequences without the TVA keeping the timeline in check. It's an epic showcase of fantastic ideas met with exquisite execution that I can't help but give my seal of approval to.

Miss Minutes: Not much to say. This was just a cute character, and I love that Tara Strong, one of the most popular voice actors, basically plays a role in the MCU now.

Justifying Avengers: Endgame: Smartest. Decision. This series. Made. Bar none.

Because when you establish that the main plot is about a character getting arrested for f**king over the timeline, you're immediately going to get people questioning, "Why do the Avengers get off scot-free?" So by quickly explaining how their time-traveling antics were supposed to happen, it negates every one of those complaints...or most of them. There are probably still a-holes who are poking holes in that logic, but they're not the ones writing this review, so f**k them.

Mobius: I didn't really expect Owen Wilson to do that good of a job in Loki. Primarily due to how the Cars franchise discredits him as a professional actor for...forever. With that said, Owen Wilson's Mobius might just be one of the most entertaining characters in the series. Yes, even more so than Loki himself. Mobius acts as the perfect straight man to Loki's antics, what with being so familiar with the supposed god of mischief through past variations of him. Because of that, it's always a blast seeing these two bounce off one another through Loki trying to trick a Loki expert, and said expert even deceiving Loki at times. Also, on his own, Mobius is still pretty fun. He has this sort of witty energy that's often present in Phil Coulson (Love that character too, BTW), but thanks to Owen Wilson's quirks in his acting, there's a lot more energy to Mobius than one would find in Coulson. As well as a tad bit of tragedy because of Mobius being a variant and having no clue what his life used to be. It's a lot to unpack and is impressively written, added to how it's Owen Wilson who helps make the character work as well as he did. Cars may not have done much for his career, but Loki sure as hell showed his strengths.

Ravonna Renslayer: Probably the least entertaining character, but definitely one of the most intriguing. At least to me.

Ravonna is a character who is so steadfast in her believes that she refuses to accept that she may be wrong. Without the proper writing, someone like Ravonna could tick off (ha) certain people. Personally, I believe that Ravonna is written well enough where even though I disagree with her belief, I can understand where she's coming from. She's done so much for the TVA, bringing an end to so many variants and timelines that she can't accept that it was all for nothing. In short, Ravonna represents the control side of the freedom vs. control theme that the writers are pushing. Her presence is necessary while still being an appealing character instead of a plot device. Again, at least to me.

Hunter B-15: I have no strong feelings one way or another towards B-15's personality, but I will admit that I love the expectation-subversion done with her. She has this air of someone who's like, "I'm this by-the-books badass cop, and I will only warm up to this cocky rookie after several instances of them proving themselves." That's...technically not B-15. She's the first to see Loki isn't that bad, but only because B-15 is the first in the main cast to learn the hidden vile present in the TVA. It makes her change in point of view more believable than how writers usually work a character like hers, on top of adding a new type of engaging motivation for why she fights. I may not particularly enjoy her personality, but I do love her contributions.

Loki Watching What His Life Could Have Been: This was a brilliant decision by the writers. It's basically having Loki speedrun his own character development through witnessing what he could have gone through and seeing the person he's meant to be, providing a decent explanation for why he decides to work for the TVA. And on the plus side, Tom Hiddleston did a fantastic job at portraying the right emotions the character would have through a moment like this. Such as grief, tearful mirth, and borderline shock and horror. It's a scene that no other character could go through, as no one but Loki needed a wake-up call for who he truly is. This series might heavily focus on the TVA, but scenes like this prove just who's the star of the show.

Loki Causing Mischief in Pompeii: I just really love this scene. It's so chaotic and hilarious, all heavily carried by the fact that you can tell that Tom Hiddleston is having the time of his damn life being this character. What more can I say about it.

Sylvie: The first of many surprises this season offered, and boy was she a great one.

Despite being an alternate version of Loki, I do appreciate that Sylvie's her own character and not just "Loki, but with boobs." She still has the charm and charisma, but she also comes across as more hardened and intelligent when compared to the mischievous prick we've grown to love. A large part of that is due to her backstory, which might just be the most tragic one these movies and shows have ever made. Sylvie got taken away when she was a little girl, losing everything she knew and loved, and it was all for something that the people who arrested her don't even remember. How sad is that? The fact that her life got permanently screwed over, leaving zero impact on the people responsible for it. As badass as it is to hear her say she grew up at the ends of a thousand worlds (that's an album title if I ever heard one), it really is depressing to know what she went through. It also makes her the perfect candidate to represent the freedom side of the freedom vs. control argument. Because she's absolutely going to want to fight to put an end to the people who decide how the lives of trillions should be. Those same people took everything from Sylvie, and if I were in her position, I'd probably do the same thing. Of course, we all know the consequences that come from this, and people might criticize Sylvie the same way they complain about Thor and Star Lord for screwing over the universe in Avengers: Infinity War. But here's the thing: Sylvie's goals are driven by vengeance, which can blind people from any other alternatives. Meaning her killing He Who Remains is less of a story flaw and more of a character flaw. It may be a bad decision, but that's for Season Two Sylvie to figure out. For now, I'll just appreciate the well-written and highly compelling character we got this season and eagerly wait as we see what happens next with her.

The Oneshot in Episode Three: Not as epic as the hallway scene in Daredevil, but I do find it impressive that it tries to combine real effects, fighting, and CGI in a way where it's all convincing enough.

Lady Sif Kicking Loki in the D**k: This is a scene that makes me realize why I love this series. At first, I laugh at Loki being stuck in a time loop where Lady Sif kicks him in the d**k over and over again. But a few scenes later, this setup actually works as a character moment that explains why Loki does the things he does.

This series crafted phenomenal character development through Loki getting kicked in the d**k by the most underrated badass of the Marvel Cinematic Universe. It's a perfect balance of comedy and drama that not every story can nail, yet Loki seemed like it did with very little effort.

Classic Loki: This variant shows the true tragedy of being Loki. The only way to survive is to live in isolation, far away from everything and everyone he loves, only to end up having his one good deed result in his death anyways. Classic Loki is definitive proof that no matter what face they have, Lokis never gets happy endings. They're destined to lose, but at least this version knows that if you're going out, you're going out big. And at least he got to go out with a mischievous laugh.

(Plus, the fact that he's wearing Loki's first costume from the comics is a pretty cute callback).

Alligator Loki: Alligator Loki is surprisingly adorable, and if you know me, you know that I can't resist cute s**t. It's not in my nature.

Loki on Loki Violence: If you thought Loki going ham in Pompeii was chaotic, that was nothing to this scene. Because watching these Lokis backstab one another, to full-on murdering each other, is a moment that is best described as pure, unadulterated chaos. And I. Loved. Every. Second of it.

The Opening Logo for the Season Finale: I'm still not that big of a fan of the opening fanfare playing for each episode, but I will admit that it was a cool feature to play vocal clips of famous quotes when the corresponding character appears. It's a great way of showing the chaos of how the "sacred timeline" works without having it to be explained further.

The Citadel: I adore the set design of the Citadel. So much history and backstory shine through the state of every room the characters walk into. You get a perfect picture of what exactly happened, but seeing how ninety percent of the place is in shambles, it's pretty evident that not everything turned out peachy keen. And as a personal note, my favorite aspect of the Citadel is the yellow cracks in the walls. It looks as though reality itself is cracking apart, which is pretty fitting when considering where the Citadel actually is.

He Who Remains: This man. I. Love. This man.

I love this man for two reasons.

A. He's a ton of fun. Credit to that goes to the performance delivered by Jonathon Majors. Not only is it apparent that Majors is having a blast, but he does a great job at conveying how He Who Remains is a strategic individual but is still very much off his rocker. These villains are always my favorite due to how much of a blast it is seeing someone with high intelligence just embracing their own insanity. If you ask me, personalities are always essential for villains. Because even when they have the generic plot to rule everything around them, you're at least going to remember who they are for how entertaining they were. Thankfully He Who Remains has that entertainment value, as it makes me really excited for his eventual return, whether it'd be strictly through Loki Season Two or perhaps future movies.

And B. He Who Remains is a fantastic foil for Loki. He Who Remains is everything Loki wishes he could have been, causing so much death, destruction, and chaos to the multiverse. The important factor is that he does it all through order and control. The one thing Loki despises, and He Who Remains uses it to his advantage. I feel like that's what makes him the perfect antagonist to Loki, thanks to him winning the game by not playing it. I would love it if He Who Remains makes further appearances in future movies and shows, especially given how he's hinted to be Kane the Conqueror, but if he's only the main antagonist in Loki, I'm still all for it. He was a great character in his short time on screen, and I can't wait to see what happens next with him.

WHAT I DISLIKED

Revealing that Loki was D.B. Cooper: A cute scene, but it's really unnecessary. It adds nothing to the plot, and I feel like if it was cut out entirely, it wouldn't have been the end of the world...Yeah. That's it.

That's my one and only complaint about this season.

Maybe some scenes drag a bit, and I guess Episode Three is kind of the weakest, but there's not really anything that this series does poorly that warrants an in-depth complaint.

Nope.

Nothing at all...

…

...

...I'm not touching that "controversy" of Loki falling for Sylvie instead of Mobius. That's a situation where there are no winners.

Only losers.

Exclusively losers.

Other than that, this season was amazing!

IN CONCLUSION

I'd give the first season of Loki a well-earned A, with a 9.5 through my usual MCU ranking system. It turns out, it really is the best type of wackiness that was just too good to fail. The characters are fun and likable, the comedy and drama worked excellently, and the expansive world-building made me really intrigued with the more we learned. It's hard to say if Season Two will keep this momentum, but that's for the future to figure out. For now, let's just sit back and enjoy the chaos.

(Now, if you don't excuse me, I have to figure out how to review Marvel's What If...)

#marvel cinematic universe #mcu reviews #loki tv series #loki #sylvie #mobius #ravonna renslayer #hunter b 15 #classic loki #alligator loki #he who remains #kang the conqueror #what i thought about

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To quoth Se7en: WHAT'S IN THE BOX, SCOTT

Transcript under the cut.

So now that the angry mobs have left, let’s move on to Part 2: The Box. I know this sounds like a strange topic to switch to after we were just talking about the Brother, but we need to understand the box before we can answer that question. So to start, let’s go over:

[Everything We Know About the Box]

First, in FNAF 4 the Fredbear Plush tells Sammy that they will put him back together. In Scott’s post about the box, he said that the box contained all of the pieces put together. This links the box with Sammy.

Our next hint comes in Sister Location, when Michael says this:

And I found her. I put her back together, just like you asked me to. She’s free now.

People tend to misinterpret this as Michael referring to putting Ennard together, but that’s not the case. Rather, based on FNAF 4 and some things in TFC, it seems that being “broken” refers to the state of one’s soul - if you are broken, you are possessing something, and you can rest when you’re fixed. This both indicates Sammy is indeed possessing something, and creates a parallel between him and Ennard.

However, FFPS contains our biggest hint with Candy Cadet.

Candy. Candy. Candy.

I know, stay with me. Each of Candy Cadet’s stories relates to a different aspect of the lore. The story about the burglar probably refers to the original five kids and how their remnant is in Molten Freddy, or maybe just refers to Ennard. The second story about the woman and the keys likely refers to the Puppet - she gave life to the original five, but in the process let William find out about the remnant, which caused him to kill another five kids.

But then we get to the last story.

Now I will tell you a story about a little boy. He had a red snake that he kept in a metal cage, whose hunger could not be satisfied.

One day, the boy found five baby kittens outside his house. He brought them inside and kept them in a shoebox. He knew that the snake might kill them, but could not bring himself to get rid of the snake. He knew that if he chose one kitten to feed to the snake, it might be satisfied, but he could not choose. So, he went to bed, leaving the cage open. The snake went to the shoebox, chose a kitten at random, and ate it.

After five nights had gone by, the boy was full of regret, and cut the snake open. He pieced the remains together, and put the kitten back into the shoebox.

A young boy had five “kittens”, one of which was “eaten”. Filled with guilt, he took the pieces of the “kitten”, stitched them together into one, and put it into a box.

If you haven’t figured it out yet, the story is an analogy to FNAF 4. After Sammy was killed by the Brother’s negligence, he was wracked with guilt. He took the items that Sammy was possessing and stitched them together into one in an attempt to “fix” him. He then locked the final amalgamate into the box and tried to forget about the whole incident, which explains the “some things are best left forgotten” text that appears above it.

This means that Sammy is possessing multiple objects. These objects have to be something that a teenager could put together easily, and they must be small enough to fit into a box.

And if we go back to Sammy’s death, you might notice that as he’s dying, the plushies fade out around him, one by one.

It’s the plushies. Sammy is possessing his own plushies - IE his “friends”. The Brother realized this and stitched the plushies together into one, then locked it away and tried to forget about the entire incident.

But is that it? After all, this would mean he’s just possessing the plushies and has no further lore relevance. Well, we’re not quite done, which leads me to our next topic:

[The Nightmares]

So if you look at the SL Breaker Room map, there’s a dot for every Nightmare animatronic, which seems to confirm they’re real. However, there are two dots missing: Nightmare Fredbear and Nightmare are not listed.

One thing that’s been pointed out by many people regarding the Nightmares being real is that there are quite a few inexplicable things that occur during the games, such as Nightmare Fredbear’s head showing up on the bed and the hospital items that appear. A lot of theories have been tossed around regarding this, ranging from the Nightmares being dreams or even the disks from TTO.

However, I have a different theory. If you pay attention to the 6 AM screen, the numbers screw up before fixing themselves. People blame this on it being a dream… but if your alarm clock is going off, and you’re looking at your alarm clock, doesn’t that mean you’re awake? This indicates that the Brother is not asleep, and something is causing the protagonist to hallucinate.

There’s one other odd thing about FNAF 4 that you might have noticed. The gameplay has a weird obsession with plushies - Nightmare Foxy turns into one, and there’s one sitting on the bed where the Freddles spawn from. Why is there this weird connection between the plushies and the Nightmares?

Additionally, you’ll notice that the animatronics appear in a pattern that matches that of the minigame nights. Nights 1-4 are just the core four, representing the bullies. Night 5 is Fredbear, for the Bite. Night 6 is all four followed by Fredbear, showing the order in which the Bitten Child’s plushies fade away… and Night 7, with Nightmare, is after the Bitten Child has died.

Finally, the box appears at the end of Night 7, with the “some things are best left forgotten” text, and according to the code it was meant to be opened after an unprogrammed Night 8, thus meaning opening the box was supposed to somehow end FNAF 4′s story.

Putting all of that together, I believe that Nightmare Fredbear and his alternate form, Nightmare, are the Sammy’s ghost. He’s locked inside of the box, so he appears as a representation of the Bite and his own death as he attempts to kill his Brother. Ghosts have been shown to cause hallucinations in this series before - thus, it is safe to assume that he’s the one making you hallucinate all of the strange visuals in the game. This is why the Nightmares are connected to the plushies, and why the box was supposed to end the game - once you open the box, Sammy will stop haunting you.

While this explains everything nicely, we do have one potential issue: Scott’s post about the Box suggested that the answer was going to piss everyone off, and this explanation certainly wouldn’t.

Now, keep in mind that I’m less confident about this part of the theory than the first part. I do want to talk about it however, because it does have quite a bit of evidence going for it.

[Sammy, FNAF 1, and how they’re connected]

There’s actually one more hint about the Box that i kind of glossed over in the first part of this video. We do have another hint, and weirdly enough it comes from…

[FNAF World intro]

You see, at the beginning of the game, you’re told to leave breadcrumbs for someone, to help them find their way. After completing a series of minigames, you get a cutscene of the Fredbear Plush, which uses the same dialogue it says to Sammy with the addition of saying the pieces are in place. When you go back to the main screen, you’re rewarded with a statue of a not-crying child.

However, what’s weird about this is that the “pieces” you’re putting into place… are the hints leading to the hidden minigames in FNAF 3.

And what’s even weirder is that every minigame in FNAF 3 ties back into Sammy. We already went over Charlie’s toy Mangle in the last video. Stage 01 shows off Charlie’s kidnapping and involves Fredbear giving cake to the Foxy-mask kid, a reference to the Bite. BB’s Air Adventure shows 3 silhouettes under a tree, which seem to be a nod to the girl outside with her three toys.

Chica’s Party, meanwhile, shows us four cupcakes, one of which follows her around. Judging by the golden cupcake Easter egg, the one moving is gold - thus these represent Sammy’s plushies, as four remain static while the Fredbear plush follows him.

The glitch minigame shows RWQ giving cake to one of the kids. In FNAF 4, Sammy was terrified of the shadows of the animatronics. Scott later gave us this hint about “things in the shadows being misunderstood in the mind of a child”. And indeed, here we see RWQ helping the child rather than hurting them.

And finally, Happiest Day ties back into what the Fredbear Plush said in 4 - that the Puppet would put Sammy back together, IE help him pass on, which fits with her giving the final cake. The cake, meanwhile, could be the birthday cake Sammy never got to have because of the Bite.

But that’s… weird, isn’t it? We see the five kids pass on in this game, along with the now not-possessed FNAF 1 animatronics. Why are there so many connections to the Bitten Child in a game that seemingly has nothing to do with him?

Well, here’s the thing. There’s one thing that I see a lot of people get wrong with the FNAF timeline, and that’s the placement of William’s death. Most people place it after FNAF 1, due to it taking place in the FNAF 1 pizzeria.

However, this is not the case. William walks in and out of the saferoom freely in this minigame before dying there. Then, we hear this in Phone Guy’s message:

Uh, this is just to inform all employees that due to budget restrictions the previously mentioned safe rooms are being sealed at most locations. Including this one. Work crews will be here most of the day today constructing a false wall over the old door face. Nothing is being taken out beforehand, so if you left anything inside, then it’s your own fault. Management also requests that this room not be mentioned to family, friends, or insurance representatives.

Phone Guy says nothing is being taken out and not to mention it to insurance companies because William’s corpse is already in there. Note that he says they’re constructing a fake wall to hide the saferoom, and where does Phone Dude find Springtrap?

Uh, but you know, like I said, we’re trying to track down a good lead right now. Uh, some guy who helped design one of the buildings says there was like an extra room that got boarded up, or, uh, something like that.

William died in the saferoom, so management constructed the false wall over it to hide his body. He stayed there until Fazbear’s Fright found him behind said wall and removed him.

But that’s the issue - it’s Phone Guy who tells you about the sealing of the saferoom. Phone Guy was dead after FNAF 1, so this means William must have died before it.

While you might be wondering why the place looks like the FNAF 1 location, note this phone call from FNAF 2:

Uh, now, I want you to forget anything you may have heard about the old location. You know, uh, some people still have a somewhat negative impression of the company. Uh, that old restaurant was kind of left to rot for quite a while, but, I want to reassure you, Fazbear Entertainment is committed to family fun and above all, safety.

This sure looks like a location that was left to rot to me! It’s likely that after the FNAF 2 location shut down, Freddy’s was forced to move back into their earlier location where the murders took place due to budget reasons. William was the night guard before you in FNAF 2, so this was likely between 2 and 1 - they had already fixed up the Withereds at this point, but hadn’t finished cleaning up the pizzeria before Will died.

This creates an odd gap in the timeline, however. When incorrectly assumed the minigames take place after 1, the kids are put to rest after Will dies before passing on in FNAF 3. Easy. But in actually, the kids vanish before FNAF 1, which shouldn’t be the case as the animatronics are still possessed at that point. Shadow Freddy even shows up in 3 with his FNAF 2 appearance, which would be weird if the ghosts had changed to match the FNAF 1 models. Likewise, the endoskeletons of the animatronics don’t look the same, which lends credence that these aren’t the Withereds. So what is going on here?

Well, in UCN we get a couple anime cutscenes. Freddy talks about it being his birthday and how Foxy has killed someone, so this is obviously a parallel to the older Brother and Sammy. What’s important here is that Freddy tries to defeat Foxy for five days before Foxy leaves, Freddy swearing to follow him. If Freddy represents Sammy, then that means that he followed the Brother to at least one other location than the FNAF 4 house.

Basically, what seems to be implied here is that Sammy is possessing all of the animatronics in 1. William dismantled the original 5 between 2 and 1. The kids stopped actively haunting the place at this point, though they don’t fully pass on until FFPS, hence why the gravestones pop up at the end. This left an opening for Sammy to possess the Classics in an attempt to kill his Brother, as he never opened the box he’s trapped in. This is why the Classics behave like the Nightmares, and in turn draw parallels to FNAF 4, such as Foxy not moving when you look at him.

This is why there are so many parallels to FNAF 4 in the FNAF 3 minigames - it’s not the original five you’re freeing, but rather, the pieces of Sammy. Not that TFC claims that broken children show up as multiple copies of each other, which we can assume applies to canon. All of the sprites look like greyscale versions of Sammy’s sprite - except for the Puppet, as she’s the only different character here.

Note also that the fifth child or piece here is probably not Golden Freddy, as is commonly assumed, but rather Fredbear - the one with the purple accents - matching Sammy’s last plushie and Nightmare Fredbear. The final minigame is greyscale and it’s too dark to fully see the head in the back of the ending screen, meaning that you can’t see the color of the top hat.

While the idea of Sammy being all the kids in this minigame sounds crazy, think about what Scott said during Dawko’s interview:

Dawko: This game, um, was when things went a little bit crazy with, like, the minigames, and stuff, and the good ending and the bad ending. Um, if you can answer this, which ending really happened?

Scott: I’ve given it a lot of thought as to whether or not I should answer this question. And I went back and forth, and back and forth, and back and forth. And, the answer is very interesting, you know?

The answer is very interesting. The answer is complex. However, I’m not gonna answer it, because it’ll only cause strife. I mean, you see the kinda trouble that erupts, especially several years ago. The flame wars that would go on over Mangle’s gender, something as simple as that, you know? You know, I mean, you know, people with torches and pitchforks, you know? Now, yeah, I don’t think I’m gonna answer this one, I’m afraid.

This… seems weird, doesn’t it? The answer is either that the bad ending is canon or the good ending is, and yet Scott claims that the answer is “complex”. On top of that, the game itself implies the good ending is canon, as it’s just labeled as “the end” while the bad ending is specifically labeled as “bad”, making Scott’s hesitation all the odder.

However, this makes sense when combined with this theory. The good ending is canon, as Sammy is freed at the end of 3. But that’s the thing - it’s Sammy who’s freed. Everyone believes that these minigames show the original 5 kids, but the original 5 aren’t freed until FFPS. In that sense, both the good ending and bad ending are canon. That is indeed a complex answer, and one that would cause a ton of confusion and fighting. And it’s also an answer that would piss people off if they found out about it, leading back into Scott’s “would people accept it that way” pondering from the post about the Box.

Of course, Scott’s also said the contents of the Box have changed over time, so it’s possible that this was canon at one point but isn’t anymore, or maybe I’m just overthinking things and none of this is correct. Still, it’s a good thing to keep in mind as we move into discussing what the actual plot of FNAF is.

[Continued in Part 3]

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #fnaf 4 #five nights at freddy's 4 #bitten child #nightmare animatronics #outdesign posts things #outdesign analyzes things #the black box #this one is less controversial than the first one but I feel like an angry mob's gonna form anyway

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Frozen 2 story/lore complete analysis

Foreword: Even after writing my review a few days ago, there was still so much more I wanted to say about Frozen 2. Since the movie had its worldwide release, I've seen many posts by fans debating and interpreting the events of the plot and posing the same questions and concerns over and over. But so far I haven't seen anyone attempt to tackle everything in one comprehensive "guide." Since I'm the type of person who doesn't like posting bits of my thoughts here and there and would rather just say everything all at once in one big post and get it over with, that's what I'll be doing here: examining every major plot point of the movie in somewhat chronological order and giving my detailed interpretation. I'll be using evidence from the movie itself and the limited official sources we have such as the recent Into the Unknown podcast with Jennifer Lee, The Art of Frozen 2 book, and a few others. I'm writing this not only as a means of getting out all the thoughts and feelings I still need to express, but also to help others understand and appreciate this imperfect but still beautiful movie. I've written heavy lore analysis posts about other fandoms before (Five Nights at Freddy's lore was way harder!) so it's something I'm familiar with and enjoy doing. I think I'm pretty good at dissecting answers using even the most minute story details

-Note- there's a high probability that as the months and even years go by, we'll get more official evidence through books, interviews, merchandise, and maybe even new animated shorts and sequels that may invalidate some of the things I describe below. I'm considering coming back to this post at a future date to correct myself if enough of what I say is proven wrong. Let's see how long my interpretations can last!

King Runeard and the dam: Because King Runeard feared the magic of the Northuldra, he came up with a plan to construct a dam that would weaken their resources, under the guise of it being a gift, a bridge between the two villages. The dam disrupted their water sources, causing negative environmental effects on the forest. Since he feared the power of the spirits, it made sense he'd try to destroy the Northuldra in a subtle way rather than wage a war. The dam probably took many months to construct, so we can make the assumption that the group of Arendelle soldiers he brought to the forest as seen in Agnarr's flashbacks stayed with the Northuldra for a while. Further evidence is scenes of the Arendelle soldiers and Northuldra doing reindeer riding together, plus the memory in Ahtohallan of Iduna talking to Agnarr when he's reading a book. Obviously the two of them forged a good relationship during the months Agnarr stayed there. As this time went on, the Northuldra leader began to realize that the dam was doing more harm than good, so King Runeard had to make his final move. Once the war broke out, Iduna made her decision to save Agnarr and "stowaway" on an Arendelle wagon that managed to escape before the mist covered the land. One of the memories seen in "Show Yourself" is young Iduna calling to the spirits for help. We saw in another memory Elsa encounters, as well as Agnarr's flashback in the beginning, that Gale answered her call for help and carried Agnarr into the wagon, and Iduna followed. Since the Northuldra and Arendellian soldiers left behind in the forest were still at odds with each other, and the symbol of the atrocity, the dam, still stood, the spirits remained angry and kept their magic dormant, no longer letting the Northuldra use it. The elements still existed and behaved normally, but no longer in the magical ways the Northuldra were using them for.

The four spirits: The movie tells us that the four spirits are air (Gale), fire (Bruni), water (Nokk), and earth (earth giants). But we also are given the impression that they do a whole lot more than just use their elements. First off, it's discovered that they gave Elsa her powers as a gift because Iduna did the right thing by saving Agnarr even though he was the Northuldra's enemy (Anna put the pieces together and told Elsa during the shipwreck scene). It was a sign that the two sides could learn to get along again so they wanted to give Elsa the ability to find out this truth (use her ice to freeze the water's memories) should she choose to. This is also supported by the fact that the spirits evacuated the people of Arendelle in anticipation of Anna and Elsa discovering the truth and choosing to destroy the dam: the spirits wouldn't want to kill the people of Arendelle as not only would that be pretty evil, but the idea is for the Aredellians to realize the wrong their people committed and correct it, not to die for the sins of their ancestors. But again, this means the spirits – as in Bruni and the rest – did all this, and yet they don’t seem like creatures that make rationale, moral decisions (seriously, Bruni is a baby~). Like, I'm imagining the four of them having a "spirit meeting" (they probably communicate telepathically) and Nokk is like "yo, that Iduna girl did a good thing, let's give her daughter ice powers so she can come back and freeze all the water memories and discover the truth" and Bruni's like "sounds good" and Gale's like "let's do it!" Joking aside, I know even though they're represented as being non-human-like, there's more to them than that. It's similar to Japanese Shintoism in which gods and spirits can exist everywhere and take many forms, often animals, but that doesn't mean they don't have wisdom and power beyond that form. Bruni and the others must be like that too, a certain omnipotence beyond their physical form. Obviously they can control the elements in areas where they're not present (when they stopped all the elements in Arendelle at the beginning of the movie) as well as other godlike phenomena like granting powers to humans. Again, the exact nature of the four spirits and how they can carry out these extraordinary actions/decisions is one of the plot elements I mentioned in my review that's glossed over because there's simply not enough time to delve into it as it's the kind of thing that would take Harry Potter-sized books to fully flesh out. Like any other magical element in fairy tales, it doesn't pay to try and understand the exact "whys" and "hows" of the four spirits in Frozen 2 – I think what we're given in the movie and a little creative interpretation is enough.

Iduna and Agnarr: What did Iduna do immediately after she and Agnarr escaped the forest? The only evidence we have is a scene in Ahtohallan where she tells Agnarr (when they're both adults) that she needs to tell him who she really is and where she's from. This makes it clear that she separated from him after she saved him and stayed away until she had grown up enough that he wouldn't recognize her as the girl who had saved him. Interestingly, the Frozen 2 Junior Novelization book includes an extra memory Elsa passes by in Ahtohallan where she sees young Iduna in an orphanage in the woods outside Arendelle and a voice that says "No one knew who you were, you didn't have any family with you" (the book doesn't say who the voice is). The book also says that Iduna had put on some Arendelle clothing in the wagon she stowed away on with Agnarr. This further solidifies the fact that she was able to hide her identity as a Northuldra and somehow met up with Agnarr many years later after they had both grown up (exactly how she went from an orphan to meeting and then marrying the king of Arendelle is a story for another time). At some point the memory we saw played out where she finally confessed to him about who she was. Exactly when this happens though I'm not sure but the timing doesn't have a big impact on the plot. Obviously it'd have to be some time before they set off to find Ahtohallan. I'd like to think she confessed some time after Elsa accidentally struck Anna with her magic. They then spent many years secretly researching magic in a hidden room, as is described in The Forest of Shadows book (it's likely Agnarr was the only person who knew she was Northuldra). Eventually they made the decision to try and reach Ahtohallan themselves under the guise of going to the Southern Seas.

The voice: I've seen two interpretations of who the voice is – either the voice is within Elsa herself or it's Iduna's ghost/spirit calling to her from Ahtohallan. In the Into The Unknown podcast, Jen says that the voice Elsa hears is her mother's but doesn't go into detail. I don't think Iduna's ghost is literally calling to her but rather the magic side of Elsa, her mother's side, is what's calling her to Ahtohallan. When Elsa reaches the final chamber in "Show Yourself" after embracing her role as the fifth spirit, she's able to reveal the memories there…and the first memories she sees are Iduna's memories. The Iduna we see singing with her doesn't seem to be a memory since it's addressing her directly, so I think that Iduna's spirit/ghost lives on in the depths of Ahtohallan, waiting for Elsa to discover who she really is. Since we see young Iduna in the memory doing the voice (from when she's calling Gale to help her save Agnarr) the melody of the voice must be a universal call for the spirits that Iduna knew, being a Northuldra. As for why it took so long for Elsa to start hearing the voice, she was too consumed by fear and notions of isolation in the first movie to even think of her powers as a gift and what purpose they could serve. It took three years of being accepted by Anna and the people of Arendelle for her to reach a level of comfort that she could start thinking of grander things, like wanting to learn the origin of her powers and if there's some greater purpose she was meant to use them for. These feelings triggered the "magic side" of her, her mother's side, to starting crying out as a voice in her head. When she finally decided that she wanted to follow it, the spirits sensed that desire and awoke, then proceeded to evacuate Arendelle, in anticipation that she'd discover the truth and choose to do the right thing.

Why ice powers? As I described earlier in the post, although it's stated in the movie that Elsa's powers were a gift from the spirits, it was not stated specifically why they chose ice powers. I kinda like that we weren't spoon-fed that answer but once you think about what Elsa does with her powers throughout the movie it becomes clear: since water has memory, ice magic can freeze those memories and give them physical form, creating visual "moments in time" that can be used to discover the truth. No one but Elsa could have used her magic to freeze the memories in Ahtohallan and elsewhere in the enchanted lands to show the past events.

The shipwreck: It was revealed that Iduna and Agnarr were headed for Ahtohallan because they believed they could find out the secrets of Elsa's powers, evidenced by what Iduna wrote on the map and their final words during the shipwreck: "Ahtohallan must be the source of her magic" and "We keep going for Elsa." Olaf questions how they were able to get through the mist, suggesting that maybe they perished before the boat actually got to the enchanted forest, but the map reveals that they knew where the mist was and took a detour through the Dark Sea (this is better described in the Frozen 2 Junior Novelization).

Ahtohallan: Although the lullaby states that Ahtohallan is a river, we find out that the water is actually frozen, forming a huge glacier that still retains all memories. The main clues we have for exactly what Ahtohallan is lies in the notes Iduna wrote on the map that Anna and Elsa find in the shipwreck: "The end of the ice age, the river found but lost, magic's source, Elsa's source." The "ice age" could be referring to the fact that Ahtohallan, once a river, somehow froze during an ice age (when this ice age took place is unknown) becoming a glacier that drifted out into the Dark Sea. "The river found but lost" means the river still exists but is "lost" in the sense that all the memories are now hidden in the glacier instead of a free-flowing river. This could also refer to the fact that even if one finds the river, unless they have powers bestowed by the spirits, the memories will still be "lost" if they don't have the required magic to decipher the memories. The part that refers to Ahtohallan as "magic's source" is the most interesting. Ahtohallan isn't only the source of memories but of magic, evidenced by the fact that we see each of the four spirits connect with Elsa in Ahtohallan, with each of their elemental symbols becoming part of her as she takes her place in the center. Her transformation into the fifth spirit couldn't have taken place anywhere but Ahtohallan – it's a "hub" for the spirits' magic, since magic is required to reveal the memories there. The last part of the note, "Elsa's source," reinforces this: as I described in the section above, the power to manipulate ice and freeze water is essential for finding the secrets of Ahtohallan, and this power is what the spirits gave Elsa. How this actually works isn't too complicated: all the memories we see are either of Elsa's own memories or of people close to her, like Anna and her parents. I think it's logical to conclude that all memories exist in Ahtohallan, but the further away those memories are from you – i.e, memories of someone you don't know, memories from a long time ago, or memories that very few people know about – can be considered "deep" memories that require going further and further into the depths to uncover, running the risk of going "too far." (Ahtohallan memories are different from memories she revealed in the forest: there she froze the memories that existed in that spot specifically whereas Ahtohallan contains memories unbounded by time and space, but with the risk of going too deep). This is why she had to go to such lengths to find out what really happened with King Runeard: not only was this a memory from someone she never actually met from decades ago, but it was a secretive memory only a couple people knew about. But even though Elsa has ice magic, there's no reason to assume she's invulnerable to other ice magic, especially the "ultimate" ice magic straight from the original source, Ahtohallan. This is why even she succumbed to the consequences of going too far into deep memories – the lullaby states "not too far or you'll be drowned," but since Ahtohallan is a glacier now, you get frozen instead. @spicylove4ever wrote a post interpreting Ahtohallan too, I recommend it.

The fifth spirit: Elsa's role as the fifth spirit is probably the most debated topic in Frozen 2 – out of all the plot points I describe here, it's the one that has the least information to go by. All we know of the fifth spirit is that it’s a bridge between humans and the magic of nature. By the end of the movie, Elsa is shown to have a closer bond with the four other spirits and her magic has gotten stronger, but that's about it. She was shown to tame the spirits during her journey, but she never tamed the earth giants, which makes me believe that taming them was not a prerequisite for becoming the fifth spirit: the spirits became active and sought her out, being drawn by her magic, and she tamed the ones she encountered. She probably would have tamed the earth giants too if Anna hadn’t stopped her. But we see that even the earth giants are friendly to her after her transformation, so I feel their connection to her is the result rather than the requirement. But now that the wrong of the past has been revealed and corrected, as far as what she does everyday in the forest and how much of it is "duty" vs "self-fulfillment" remains unclear. But one thing that is clear to me that people are concerned about is whether she's still human or is now a literal goddess/spirit. I think the term "spirit" is purely figurative. She never actually transforms into another type of being or appears to ascend to some astral plane beyond the human world – she literally just gets a new dress and hairstyle, just like the first movie, and besides being more powerful and more confident in herself, everything else about her is the same. She wasn't immune to dying to Ahtohallan's magic either, showing that she's not immortal and didn't gain ultimate powers over all. Jen even states in the podcast that she considers both Anna and Elsa the fifth spirit/bridge, further showing that the term is used loosely and not meant to be taken literally. Another point is how different Elsa is compared to the other spirits: they have a sense of being ancient, ethereal creatures that have existed unchanged for who knows how long. Unless something outrageously different about Elsa is revealed now that she has this new role, all evidence still points to her being a normal human that happens to have magical powers. Another interesting point is that there doesn't seem to be a fifth spirit until Elsa came along, so one could make the assumption that fifth spirits are humans like her who are given special magical gifts when the need arises. So they don't exist all the time, and since they're human, they have the lifespan of one and don't live on forever like the other four spirits. If another human was the fifth spirit before Elsa, they probably lived long ago, before even King Runeard's time. Honeymaren said that people thought they heard the fifth spirit call out the day the forest fell, but we know that cry was actually young Iduna calling to the spirits to help her save Agnarr. I don't believe Iduna was the fifth spirit before Elsa since there's no evidence that she had powers, only that she used the spirits' powers the same way the other Northuldra did. And if she was the fifth spirit, why couldn't she have gone to Ahtohallan to reveal and correct the past instead of Elsa? No, the fifth spirit has to have magic in order to utilize Ahtohallan, it has to be a human born with magic to have both the human side and magic side. So whether there was a fifth spirit before Elsa and who it was, or if there wasn't, why is a fifth spirit needed now and what that role entails, are questions that have stumped even me. I'll be keeping my eyes peeled for any events and panels with the Frozen 2 creators in the coming months/years, hoping for an opportunity to get these answers from them…assuming they don't get answered beforehand in future franchise installments (otherwise debates like this will continue forever with no resolution!) @vuelie-frost also wrote a good post about Elsa's transformation into the fifth spirit and what it means so give it read.

Destiny and choice: A common criticism of Elsa's story arc in Frozen 2 is that she was forced into her destiny as the fifth spirit and didn't really have a choice, since the only way to get the voice to shut up was to go to Ahtohallan. This is true, but the important part is what happens after that. She no longer hears the voice once she finally realizes that she's the fifth spirit, so once the forest was saved and everything was resolved, she definitely had a choice at that point to return to being queen of Arendelle or stay in the forest and cultivate her connection to the other spirits. If I were in her position and had that kind of incredible power, no matter how happy I am with my life, I'd always want to know why I had such a gift and if there's a higher purpose I could use it for. In the podcast, Jen said that Elsa was a good queen but had an even higher calling and one she eventually feels more comfortable with. She also mentions that she still considers Elsa an introvert, further confirming that she still retains her humanity and didn’t suddenly become “perfect” after her transformation. Elsa's obviously overcome with joy when she finds this out in "Show Yourself," so is it really that outlandish that after this emotional self-discovery she decides to continue exploring this newfound purpose? And again, it's not like she's completely giving up her family for this new role because she still sees them often. She can now satisfy both of her desires – learning more about her powers and connection to the spirits while still maintaining her bond with her family. I really wish the movie made this a bit more clear – even just one more short scene of Anna and Elsa together after Anna becomes queen and a few words on how they each feel about their new roles would have put minds at ease. But for what they gave us, it can still easily be interpreted this way.

The flood: Another criticism I've heard for Frozen 2's ending is that Arendelle should have been washed away in the flood, showing that they had to make a true sacrifice to right a past wrong. One of the pages of The Art of Frozen 2 describes an alternate ending where Arendelle castle (it just says "castle," not sure if the rest of the kingdom was spared) was destroyed in the flood and then rebuilt, incorporating some Northuldra elements. With the way the movie actually ended, nothing was sacrificed…but why do we need a sacrifice? I know the mythology book that leaked months before the movie's release said that Pabbie predicted that a sacrifice had to be made…but that same book never actually described the flood and said that Arendelle was saved in the end, so who knows? But whether the sacrificing of Arendelle was something early in the story's development that was eventually scrapped, I think the outcome we got now is just as valid. The final version of the movie had no hinting of any sacrificing that needed to be made, only about discovering the truth and doing the next right thing, which is just what Anna and Elsa did. But in a way, they did make sacrifices, or at least they intended to, with Elsa going too far into Ahtohallan so she could uncover the truth, knowing it could lead to her death, and Anna destroying the dam, knowing it means destruction for Arendelle. And because they were willing to go that far to set things right, the spirits rewarded them by saving Elsa who could then save Arendelle. While the message of the alternate ending was "a sacrifice must be made to right a past wrong even if the current generation had nothing to do with it," the message we actually got was "if you do what is right and true even if it means making a sacrifice, things may still turn out better in the end." I think both messages have merit but the creators eventually decided to go with the latter, which isn't any points against it in my opinion. Of course, the flood still could have hit Arendelle accidentally, for example, Elsa wasn’t able to reach it in time. But considering all the hardship and grief the girls had gone through and how the movie already went to a pretty dark place in “The Next Right Thing,” I can’t fault the creators for wanting to make the ending as happy as possible, with Elsa feeling triumphant that she was able to keep her promise to protect Arendelle and Anna not having to lose her homeland.

The bridge: When Honeymaren explains the fifth spirit to Elsa, she describes it as a bridge between humans and the magic of nature. This makes it seem like Elsa herself is the bridge (since she's a human with magic), but as she says to Anna at the end, a bridge has two sides and their mother had two daughters. After giving it some thought, I realized that yes, Elsa is the embodiment of the fifth spirit, but the bridge part of it comes from Anna…as in, Elsa could not have succeeded with her goal without Anna's help. Even Jen confesses in the podcast that Anna is definitely the bridge part but she considers both of them the fifth spirit in a way. Perhaps the spirits knew that magic alone wouldn't be enough, they knew that in order to discover such deeply hidden memories, one would have no choice but to "go too far" into Ahtohallan. More evidence for this is that the mist only parted for Elsa when she was holding Anna's hand (we don't see them each alone try to pass through but we do see Elsa shoot her magic into the mist only to have it bounce back). If Elsa were to do this alone, she still would have discovered the truth but she definitely would have had to sacrifice herself to do it…and in doing that, who would there be to act on the truth and destroy the dam. Even if she was able to relay the message back to the others via ice magic sculptures the way she did for Anna, would someone like Matthias who's still bitter towards the Northuldra and fiercely loyal to Arendelle go through with destroying the dam? That's why Anna had to be there: Elsa was the part of the bridge that used magic to discover the truth and Anna was the human side that had to carry it out. When Anna chose to do the right thing and destroy the symbol of the past wrong (the dam) even though it meant flooding her homeland, the spirits rewarded both sisters’ actions by saving Elsa who was then able to save Arendelle before the tidal wave hit. It's not clear whether the spirits influenced Anna's birth the way they did Elsa's just for the sake of all this, but it's possible. And this all goes back to the major emphasis the filmmakers have made about Elsa being a mythical character, Anna being a fairy tale character, and how, similar to the first movie, Elsa would have the typical tragic fate of many myths were it not for Anna's fairy tale influence saving the day. Of course, Elsa’s statement at the end that “they did this together” is true, but when she follows-up with “and we’ll continue to do this together” and, later, Anna says as the statue of Iduna and Agnarr is unveiled, that their “land and people are now connected by love” can only imply that the sisters will be working together to mend the relationship between Arendelle and the Northuldra. We don’t actually see this unfold in the epilogue due to how limited it is and, assuming it takes place not too much later (a month maybe?) it’ll take time for the two sides to truly start mingling. But this, along with how our beloved sisters adapt to their new roles, are stories begging to be told in Frozen 3. Keeping the faith that it will happen someday~

Sources:

Into the Unknown podcast with Jennifer Lee

The Art of Frozen 2

Frozen 2 Junior Novelization (thanks @99884321 for the screenshots!)

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #322

“you will hear it when your god cries / you will see it when the sun dies / upon the altars of change”

What is your favorite nickname that you’ve had? "Bee," from my old best friend. I don't want others calling me it, though. Where did you go on the best date you’ve been on? A big arcade. It was a super fun double-date. Have you ever gotten a professional massage? No, and I don't want one. It'd be so awkward. What’s your favorite milkshake flavor? Chocolate. What act would you be most likely to perform in a talent show? I got nothin'. If you had braces, do you wear your retainers still? I don't. If you had braces, have your teeth moved since you got them off? Yep, because of the whole "not wearing my retainer" thing. Whose was the first baby shower you remember attending, and for what baby? I'm unsure. Possibly my sister's for her first daughter. Do you know anyone personally who’s lost a child? Many people. When was the last time you did something that felt like rebellion? So every now and again, I get a massive craving for soda at night, so I grab one from the kitchen and can hear my sleeping mother rightfully nagging me about it, haha... What is one present you got for your last birthday? Ashley got me this really cool skull bank that says "tattoo fund" on it, aha. I love it. What is one thing that you took to show and tell as a kid? I have a clear memory of bringing a Snorlax plushie one day. Do you remember losing your first tooth? Not my first, no. Are you afraid to pop a balloon? Not really, but it's kinda easy to make me jump just a lil bit when one is popped. When was the last time you laughed when you shouldn’t have? I don't know. Which was better: the first The Lion King or the second? That is fucking HARD. I adore both, but I think the original is slightly better. Do any of your grandparents have a tattoo? I'm pretty sure none of them did. Do you believe that your pets feel love towards you? My cat, definitely. As for my snake, I'm aware that snakes' brains simply aren't developed enough for love, but she clearly trusts me. Are you proud of your body? Fuck no. I'm humiliated by it every waking moment. Watermelon or cherries? I don't like either, but if I had to pick, watermelon. Favourite brand of cookies? I don't really have a favorite brand. Have you ever stuck gum under a desk/chair? No, that shit grosses me out. When shopping at a grocery store, do you return your cart or just leave it? Return your goddamn cart. What is one thing you’d never want your parents to find out? Uhhhh. I guess places I've "done it." When you were little, did you like Dr. Suess books? I did. Do you like eating out at restaurants? Yeah; at least, before Covid. What was your least favorite year of your life so far? Fuck 2016 into the next millenium. Do you like fried bologna? I haven't had it in so long that I don't really remember the taste. I think I would. Have you spent money on a game online? Yeah, very briefly with WoW. Mom was nice enough to refresh my subscription after the breakup (Jason paid for it prior), but from then on, I was rich enough in-game to use monthly game tokens to "pay." Do you put a line through your "7"s? Yes. What about your "Z"s? Also yes. Do you like cold pizza? Yeah, yummy. Do you like broccoli and cheese? Yessss. Toaster or toaster oven? We've always used a toaster oven. What are you most known for? Being artsy, I guess. Do you have any reputations? What are they? *shrug* What was the last thing to leave you speechless? No clue. What is the curviest part of your body? Well, I'm overweight, so it's difficult to tell where I'm naturally curvy... but I guess my hips. Even when I was at a perfectly healthy weight though, I don't think I was exceptionally curvy anywhere. What is your opinion on sex change? You are entirely deserving to feel comfortable in your own body. If you’re still a virgin, how important is your virginity to you? I'm not, though I thought I was when we were together, when we were really just using a loophole. It was a denial thing BECAUSE my virginity was so important to me. If you have lost it already, do you regret it? No. Would you take a break after graduating from high school (like, postpone going to college for a year or so)? I didn't. What regret keeps coming back to haunt you daily? Things I said to Jason. If you could cure yourself of one allergy, what would it be? Pollen. Would you ever post a picture of yourself crying on social media? No. Have you ever held a newborn baby? Yeah, my most recent niece I actually held. I don't THINK I held Aubree or Ryder as newborns because I was so afraid of not doing it right and hurting them. Do you know anyone who has twins? Yeah. Are you following in the career path of any family members? No. What is your favorite country in Europe? Germany. How many times have your comments been top comments on YouTube? A few times. I rarely ever comment, but if I do, it's because I feel like I really have something worth saying. Would you ever wear a wig? I'm not opposed to it. Do you like the moon or sun more? The moon. Do you like turkey or ham more? Ham. Have you ever slapped someone’s butt? Yes. Do you think dimples are ugly? I think they're cute, actually. Have you ever deleted Facebook friends for a significant other? No. Have you ever spent the night in jail? No. Do you consider yourself a good kisser? I assume I am from experiences. Do you watch Pewdiepie? Not anymore, no. His current content doesn't interest me. The most recent thing I watched was his playthrough of The Last of Us 2, because I adore the first game and definitely wanted to see him play the sequel. I think he's pretty funny and have no personal issues against him, though then again I am so uninvolved in the fandom that I have no idea if he's done something stupid again. Do you like "Despacito?" Haha, my mind went to The Dark Den's bearded dragon before the song... I'm not a fan of it, no. Did you ever color your hair pink? No, but I absolutely want to dye it pastel pink one day. :( I even edited a picture of me "testing" different hair colors out, and pastel pink looked suuuuper pretty. Do you drink energy drinks? No, they're too strong for my taste. Do you have any subscribers on YouTube? I don't now how many I have, but I know it's below 100. Do you have a Steam account? Yeah. Have you ever played Five Nights at Freddy’s? No, but I enjoy the franchise. I'm not totally clear on all the lore, though. Do you like religion? Quite honestly, no. Do you swear in front of children? No. What is the next craft you are going to make? There's no telling. I don't really do crafts. What was your favorite Backstreet Boys song? Maybe "The Call." Favorite *N Sync song? I don't remember enough of them, at least not right now. Which of those two bands did you like best? The BSB, baby. Do you learn choreography easily? When I danced, I'd say I learned at a fairly average pace. What’s your favorite candy to receive on Halloween? Reeseeeeeee's. <3 Do you have a bobblehead? No. Have you ever had a lead role in a play? No. Have you ever been insulted or called names by a significant other? No. I wouldn't tolerate that shit. What’s your favorite movie battle scene? Oh man, idk. Maybe something from Troy, though I honestly barely even remember the movie by now, haha. Have you ever been to a same-sex wedding? No, actually. Who takes care of your pet(s) when you’re out of town? Hypothetically, one of my sisters would come to feed and water Roman and clean his box. I'm certain I couldn't talk either into spraying Venus' cage, though... What was the last thing you wrote down on paper? Some group work during therapy. Did you have a Walkman when you were a kid? No. What’s your favorite recipe you’ve come up with? Oh dear, I don't make those. Do you like celery? Yuck, no. By what age could you swallow pills? I dunno. A normal age. Do you like to drink alot of water? I need to drink more. :/ I've gotten better, though. For years, I literally never drank water. How I even survived, idk. How many times have you gone fishing? Countless times. Ever been to a roller-skating rink? Yeah. I loved having bday parties there as a lil'un. What do you refer to your mother as? (Mom, momma, mommy) Mom, Ma, and Mama. Have you ever swam in the ocean? Yeah, multiple times. What is the last movie that made you cry? I think the remake of The Lion King. What would you like to swim in other than water? Nothing? If you could uninvent one thing what would you chose? Damn, just one? Maybe cigarettes? Have you ever read someone's diary? Absolutely not. I respect people's privacy. Have you ever played in a waterfall? No, but that'd be dope. Who has inspired you the most in your life? Probably Mark. Is there a place where everyone who lives near you tends to hang out? Idk. Teens sure do love to hang out at Sonic, though, reving their stupid fucking trucks. Does your alarm clock wake you with music, or with an annoying buzz sound? Music. Did you make it all the way through the Oregon Trail game? Yes; I was obsessed with those as a kid. Lions and tigers and bears, oh my! Which one are you more scared of? I feel like being alone with a tiger would scare me most. Though let's be real, I'd probably try to pet it. Have you ever changed your favorite color? From what to what? It was originally red, but then became pink when I actually understood it was its own color. Then it was maroon forever, and now it's back to pink. On a scale of 1-10, how competitive are you? Eh, 4-6? It depends on the situation, I guess. At what age did your have your most memorable birthday? My 21st, because I was in the psych hospital for it. Yes or no: Guys in skinny jeans? Yeah, man. Yes or no: Girls with dreads? Some people can pull it off. Have you ever attended a themed b-day party? What was the theme? Oh yeah, plenty. Do you have any Eminem on your iPod/MP3 player? I do. Has anybody ever given you a promise ring? No. What do you think about putting ‘spinners’ on cars? So long as they're not too distracting, I don't care. Do what you want with your car - again, so long as it is not disruptive. What celebrity do you wish would have a big comeback? I wish poor Britney Spears could catch a goddamn break and be happy again. She's a legend that doesn't deserve to feel like a puppet. Were you outdoors or indoors more as a kid? I'd say there was a pretty even split. Do you or have you ever owned a horse? No, but I LOVE horses. Have you ever had a relationship that began via text? (weird, I know, but it happens…) Most of my relationships started through a text message. Did you believe in unicorns as a small child? I don’t think so. Would you ever date a guy with longer hair than yourself? Yeah; I have short hair anyway, and I also like long hair on guys. Do you watch the show Wizards of Waverly Place? I used to love that show. Have you ever been to the rainforest? No; humidity aside though, that would be so amazing. Bats are not spooky or are they? I think they're precious. Do you like the song "Womanizer?" I sure do, actually. Do you like ice cream cake? Not really, but I'll eat it. Do you know how to change a tire? Nope. What kind of headphones do you have? Just cheap earplugs. Do you experiment a lot with new looks on yourself? No. What were some fun experiments you did in science class as a kid? Dissecting a frog was my favorite, and doing the same with an owl pellet was also very cool. What was the last strong emotion you felt? Guilt. I lied to get out of group therapy early because I was just NOT feeling it whatsoever that day, and I hate lying. Do you use dry shampoo between washes? No. Have you ever lived with someone you didn’t get along with? No. What types of animals have you had as pets? Jeez, what haven't we had... We've had cats, dogs, snakes, rats, gerbils, a rabbit, hamsters, lizards, fish, guinea pigs... Hell, I'm probably forgetting one or two. Can you name three good things about your most recent ex? She's so creative, a real advocate for proper reptile education and appreciation, and very kind. Name three bands/artists that you hate. Uhhh The Talking Heads, Bob Dylan, and The Police. What’s the best memory you have of your father? Playing softball with him in the front yard, and when he taught me to ride a bike. Should tattoos be meaningful? You get a tattoo for whatever reason you damn well want. I don't plan on all of mine to be meaningful. Some stuff I just want because I think it's cool. Are you afraid of the dark? No. Have you ever been through a trap door? No. What's the most recent good news you’ve heard? Hm. Who was the last person in your family to have a baby? My older sister. When’s the last time you used the microwave? Last night. What’s the worst thing in your life right now? Financial struggles. Have you ever owned a tire swing? No. Does anyone you know own a bird that can talk? No. Have you ever been someplace tropical? Yeah, Florida. Have Jehovah'ss witnessess ever called to your door? Yep. when was the last time you went to mass/church? I have no idea. It's been many years. Have you ever experienced sleep paralysis? Thank heavens no.

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''altaer" by 3teeth

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whumpster-fire · 4 years

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Man, I’ve paid like zero attention to the Five Nights At Freddy’s fandom since, like, FNAF 4 or 5 came out, and today I tried to look up the full lore and timeline, and like... what the fuck is all this shit?

So I guess nothing’s changed in that despite there being multiple books now apparently, nobody actually knows what’s going on, but apparently there’s crazy shit like at least one murderer who’s running the company making the animatronics and designing them specifically to kill people, the killer’s Mike’s Dad or something but Mike may or may not be an actually robot or something.

So I’ve got some really hot spicy takes here that’ll probably get me put into a Cringe Compilation(TM), but w/e.

Hot Take #1: FNAF 1′s lore was actually really fucking good, because (a) while it was vague, it was simple, and both of those things are your friend in a horror franchise, and (b) while it had supernatural / sci-fi elements it was, on a basic level, grounded in reality enough to be genuinely scary.

Seriously: a serial killer using child-friendly mascot costumes at a Chuck E Cheese type restaurant to disguise himself as an employee, and/or an actual employee wearing these things, to lure children away, is scary because it feels like something that could actually happen, like you could turn on the news and there’s this story about this crime happening in some city a couple states away that you’ve only heard of like twice in your life but you know exists. Serial killer hiding victims’ corpses inside the animatronics? More of a stretch. It’s not something that feels like it would actually happen IRL, but that’s exactly the kind of shit that there are real urban legends about.

“Someone murdered some kids in a Chuck E Cheese like twenty years ago and stuffed the bodies inside the robotic mascots and nobody noticed until the customers complained about the smell” is something I would not bat an eyebrow and hearing while watching a “Top 10 Creepiest Rumors About Beloved Kids’ Franchises” video at 2 AM on YouTube or something. Add in the robots coming to life at night and attacking the security guards, and like... FNAF 1 is basically a creepypasta - i.e. classic folklore ghost stories but they’re on the internet now - as a video game. Somebody telling this story as a “I swear this actually happened to me!” first person account, claiming they worked the night shift for a week a while back in college and they saw crazy shit and they were afraid from their lives and it seemed like they got hired because the guy who had their job before them was killed? That fits in perfectly.

Hot Take #2: Every game after that made FNAF’s lore worse - and rarely for sequels it actually retroactively fucked with the original too.

2 and 3 weren’t that bad because they added a kinda interesting backstory and a satisfying ending that tied it all together, but the fact that both of the major events of the original game’s plot - the murders and the Bite of 87 - almost certainly involved an animatronic that didn’t even appear at all in the first game actually retroactively makes the lore introduced in the original game less satisfying by throwing a red herring on obvious leads like: “Foxy has been shut down for years and his jaw seems to be fucked up HMMMMMM...” and “What even is Golden Freddy he’s just a suit HMMMMMM...”

But when you get to the point of having to go... wait a minute, were there two separate incidents where a robot bit someone’s head off? Were there two separate incidents where five children were murdered? That’s a massive red flag that your lore has become a convoluted train wreck and you’ve passed the point where it was time to stop. Not every horror franchise should try to be Dark Souls or Bloodborne with its lore. I’m admittedly not a huge horror fan but I can’t think of a single horror franchise that has been improved by having a massive expanded universe with a ton of lore.

Hot Take #3: Mangle is the scariest animatronic in the entire series. Not because of the fucked-up-ness or because of the static or even because of the probably biting Jeremy’s face off. Mangle is the scariest because they had this piece of extremely powerful, mobile machinery sitting around, with the power on, with all of the safety covers preventing someone from touching something dangerous removed, and they were literally letting small children physically interact with it with no apparent supervision. Yes, let the toddlers play “take apart and put back together” with the exposed wiring on an electrical system that is probably capable of pushing hundreds if not thousands of amps through a conductive object, that’s smart.

Hot Take #4: Mangle is adorable and sad and somebody should give that sketchy death-machine a hug despite what I just said. An abused probably-sentient robot that’s falling apart from being abused by douchebag bratty kids and the maintenance techs just stopped giving a shit and were like “fuck it I hate her anyway, kids do your worst?” This character is perfect for this blog! Also in SL the guard gets to abuse sentient robots with a taser, so more Just Gold robot whump content.

Hot Take #5: IDGAF what this says about how immature my sense of humor is: Five Nights At Fuckboy’s is still a masterpiece and one of the seminal artistic works of the 2010s. I N H A L E.

#whump #fandom meta #dumb rant #dumb rambling #Five Nights At Freddy's #Fandom Discourse #robot whump #Chuck E Cheese mention cw #OSHA Violations

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carriagelamp · 4 years

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February 2020 Book Review

The Last Wish / Sword Of Destiny

Let’s start with the books that currently have me in a stranglehold. I apologize to everyone that actually follows me and watched me descend into fandom pits but whatcha gonna do. So, I was aware of the video game when it came out, but not being a prolific gamer I was intrigued but never bothered getting into it. Then the Netflix series came out, and I was again intrigued... but I suck at sitting down and watching shows. So what the heck I decided, it’s probably mediocre hypermasculine high fantasy but let’s try a book to see what the fuss is all about.

Good god. Guys. It’s real good. And so fucking different from the show. Geralt is actually a really emotional, well-meaning guy who’s starved for positive social interactions and is just trying to do his best. And the books’ consistent themes of colonialism, environmental destruction, forced extinction, and changing eras is... chilling and fascinating and honestly a little too relatable at times. These books have made me laugh and shout and frankly sob. Still a little sexist, cause 90s fantasy, but Geralt is so not the gruff, heartless, manly man character I thought he would be. I am so deeply into these and have just cracked the spine of the next book in the series. If you like high fantasy, I can’t recommend these enough.

The Silver Eyes

I just learnt that there were Five Nights At Freddy’s books, and honestly picked this up from the library as a joke for my brother. We’d played the games back when they first came out, and were into the lore, but lbr they’re more of a meme at this point. Anyway, we ended up reading this out loud to each other, a chapter a night, and I enjoyed it a lot more than I thought I would. Probably wouldn’t have liked it as much on my own, but the main character was complicated and messy, and the book’s way or portraying trauma was neat. It was nominally horror, and did have the occasional chilling moment, or times it was fun to speculate, it over all it was pretty run of the mill middle grade fiction.

FRNK

Probably the best graphic novel I’ve read this month.

I was howling with laughter while I read it. Good quality Belgium comics, always a treat. This story is about a modern day boy, Frank, who is accidentally thrown back into prehistoric times, where he’s stuck with a bunch of cavemen who haven’t invented the concept of vowels yet. Admittedly my French isn’t great, so it made trying to decipher words with half the letters missing a challenge to say the least, but plenty worth it. I really want to get my hands on book two. I believe there’s an English translation, and I’d recommend giving it a try.

Best Friends

A neat little graphic novel that addresses common growing up issues, about what it means to be friends, stay friends, how to cope with people changing and when it’s time to walk away. Anxiety, being yourself, fitting in, all that sort of stuff. It’s a quick read, very pleasant, and has nice art.

Karen’s Witch

Another cute graphic novel with charming art. I read this at the store while I was waiting for a prescription to be filled. It’s about this five year old (or thereabouts) who is absolutely determined that her neighbour is a witch and by god she is going to prove it or at least scare herself and her friend silly in the process. A fun little read!

Endling: The First

The second book in the Endling series, and all my praise for the first book apply here as well. A super unique high fantasy that gives extinct and threatened species a voice. The book explore themes of war, environmental destruction, sacrifice and loss. You really get to see how much Byx has grown and how much she needs to continue to grow. This book has me so excited for the third, I haven’t read such an emotionally rewarding quest novel in a long time.

Bleach

I found out my library has a billion books of this series and decided to jump into it again for the first time in over a decade. Honestly it’s even better than I remembered? The art is absolutely stunning, Ichigo is such a power fantasy hero, and it’s one of those series with a lot of really loveable characters and a lot of heart. Ichigo is a good guy who you actually feel good liking, which can’t be said for all shonen protags by any means. This is just such a classic and it holds up man. And if you like manga and have never read it? Jump in and enjoy a normal human getting supernatural powers and kicking absolutely enormous monsters’ asses.

Dinotopia: Sabertooth Mountain

This was my favourite Dinotopia book as a kid, and it was still fun to reread. The world of Dinotopia is one separate from the rest of the world, where humanity lives in perfect harmony with many prehistoric creatures that have managed to survive and evolve on the island of Dinotopia. This story is about a crisis brewing, as the sabertooths are cut off from their food supply and are in danger of not only starving but of bringing death to the rest of the mountain as well. While surveying the situation with his older sister, the main character finds himself falling from the airship in the middle of a storm, directly into the valley of starving sabertooths.

I read a bunch of this author’s graphic novels, and they are such feel-good queer lit. This was probably my favourite of the lot, but I also read Tea Dragon Society, Aquicorn Cove, and Princess Princess Ever After. Taking place in a picturesque mountain community, it’s about a girl meeting a guardian dragon who accidentally fell asleep in the mountains a century ago rather than watch over the village like intended. It’s about coming to terms with and loving yourself (and also about super cute little tea dragons).

Just Jaime

Another story that focuses on the complications of middle school, and how friends can grow and change, and when sometimes friendships become toxic and cruel. These are novel/graphic novel hybrids that are very visually appealing, and really do manage to tell very heartfelt stories. This one takes a side character from the earlier two books, and turns her from a very one dimensional, somewhat annoying character, into a fully realized person with her own issues and her own need for growth.

The Life-Changing Magic Of Tidying Up / The Life-Changing Manga Of Tidying Up

Given that I’m not really a non-fiction person and DEFINITELY not a self-help book person, I really enjoyed these (though I didn’t read Spark Joy). I read the manga first, out of curiosity, but enough of it struck true that I decided to try the book as well. Have I cleaned anything up yet? No. But honestly, I can genuinely say that despite being repetitive at points I do truly feel like I got a lot of good out of it, and I feel much more excited and prepared when I do decide to do a big clean next. It really does reframe the relationship you have with your belongings and with yourself. I genuinely love the concept of “sparking joy”.

Bigfoot Boy: The Sound Of Thunder

Technically the last book of the series, whoops. Though honestly having read it I didn’t feel like I missed that much. It’s a Canadian graphic novel and I had... mixed feelings about it. Interesting and exciting in some ways, but the pacing was odd, and honestly I don’t think indigenous voices went into making it (I could be wrong but...) and it reads as kinda... eugh. Problematic. Having a none indigenous author write about a white boy being the guardian of a first nation totem and turning into a bigfoot isn’t a super cool optic.

Bloodchild

I was told “hey this is a really fucked up short story” so I read it, and guess what? It was a really fucked up short story. Would recommend if you want weird alien sex slavery bullshit-- it was a wild ride. And the overall themes obviously went a lot deeper than that, but honestly, it’s like a few dozen pages long if you wanna dig into all the philosophical shit, just give it a read! Uh, heavy content warning, tw tw tw, but a really bizarre, unsettling look at gender and power dynamics and oppression through a scifi lens.

Mrs Frisby and the Rats of NIHM

I hadn’t read this book since elementary school so I reread it on a whim. It really is such a charming story. As far as animal stories go, this feels almost like the platonic ideal. Mother mouse is worried about her sick son and winds up compelled to seek out the mysterious rats who live in the rosebush for help, and is not only thrust into her own adventure but learns about the strange past her late husband shared with the rats of NIMH. It’s such a relaxing read, while still managing to be exciting and compelling.

Exploring According to Og the Frog

And one last animal story to round us off. I’d read one of the Humphrey books last month, and check out a couple more from the library for fun. I didn’t enjoy Mysteries According to Humphrey that much, but this one was charming, showing the world through Humphrey’s frog friend Og instead. The same charming type of adventure, but being a frog, Og has a very different attitude and view of the world, which was fun. Very cute elementary kid lit.

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brendancorris · 6 years

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Rise of the TMNT initial review

I gave my first thoughts on the visuals, creative choices, and general backlash from the community for Rise of the TMNT, the latest cartoon for the Heroes in a Half Shell back when they were first unveiled. As some may remember, I generally was positive and supportive of the new direction. There were some changes I was a bit unsure about, but generally I was fine with it.

Now, five episodes have been released to the public, and I’ve watched a bit. So, I feel, since I’ve been a hardcore TMNT fan for about 29 years, it only makes sense that I share my thoughts for any who may care.

Before I get to my overall opinion of the show, though, I would like to go over each aspect individually. Let’s start with one of the most controversial topics - the art style and animation. I feel the need to once again highlight that they’re different things, as people always seem to forget this when talking about these topics. Animation is the movement exclusively. So, as for the art style, I like it. It’s very sharp, loud, and energetic. There is so much expression in the faces and bodies of every character. The action poses are wonderful. I especially love the expressions of Don. His eyebrows really add to his look, and his cocky, judgmental expressions add a lot of comedy to the character.

The designs are certainly different. Raph is ginormous, Leo has a fannypack, and so on. Honestly, I got over the designs very quickly. Again, the designs of the four turtles are extremely expressive, and it is nice to see so much variety between them for a change. As for other returning characters, Splinter will take some getting used to. Maybe if he didn’t look so much like a hamster I’d be fine with his design. I don’t really have a problem with his build, I just think that Splinter’s identifying long snout should have been in the design. But April, holy crap, I love this April design. She is so adorable. I was on the fence about her design originally, but once I saw her in action, it quickly became my favorite Rise design, only tied with Don’s.

As for the new characters, I have mixed feelings. A handful of the mutants have really cool designs, like Repo Mantis (my favorite), Hypnopotomus, and Meat Sweats. But then there’s other new characters like the lead villain, voiced by John Cena, who I just feel has a very generic modern cartoon villain design. He looks like a throw away villain in a comedy sketch parodying Saturday morning cartoons. I’m also not a fan of that catdog thingy April has. It looks like a Pokemon. Doesn’t belong in TMNT in my opinion.

But the animation is pretty gorgeous. It does get very choppy sometimes, which I honestly do find a bit disorienting since at other times, the animation is beautifully fluent and alive. I do wish the animation almost always stayed that fluent, but I understand how extremely time consuming animation can be, especially when working with such highly detailed characters, and considering that when the animation is fluent, it’s REALLY good, so I cut them a break. The action scenes are truly amazing to watch. The backgrounds are also very stylish, colorful, and just nice to look at.

While I do think the 2012 show was an amazing TMNT series, I did always find it a bit visually lacking. So I’m glad to see this one do the visuals so well.

Now, I guess I’ll talk about the writing, plot, and characters. As all of you likely know by now, we do not see the origin of the turtles or how they met April. While I can definitely understand why they would leave this out from a marketing standpoint (no reason to make a new TMNT show with limited episodes for preview and just go through the same story we’ve seen 100 times and give us nothing new to look forward to) I do hope we see it eventually. It is a pivotal part of the TMNT world, and is especially necessary now that this is a brand new TMNT for a whole new generation, and is reinventing the lore in many ways.

The show, obviously, is geared more towards smaller children, which I’m totally cool with. Not only did TMNT bring me a lot of happiness at that age, but I also like to see more franchises for kids. There seems to be a big push for cartoons to be more “adult” these days, but I still feel lots of them should be for kids. We live in an age where toys and cartoons are being primarily made for adults. Kids need media too, and TMNT has proved extremely popular with little kids for 30 years. The show still manages to be legitimately funny more than I expected, and, honestly, has a lot of wit and sarcasm that will likely only tickle the older audiences.

The story-telling is a bit all over the place and ultra-fast-paced, but it’s pretty good, again, with the child’s perspective in mind. It has a lot more action than I think most of us thought, and that is done really well. The characters, however, seem to be another huge point of controversy among the fans. My personal favorites so far are Don and April (yes, same two favorites as physical designs). Don’s such a smug brainiac and April’s so feisty and spunky, it’s adorable. But many things like Raph being the leader, Leo being the cool hot shot, and Splinter being seemingly a lazy couch potato, have a lot of fans in a frenzy. I will admit, Leo being a hot shot smart ass is still taking me time to warm up to, and Raph does feel odd as a leader. There doesn’t really seem to be any reason for the Turtles to have him as the leader other than the fact that he’s the biggest.

However, it does seem obvious that they are working up to something. The turtles, quite amusingly, are terrible ninja at the start of the show. They’re clumsy, inexperienced, and just horrible at making plans. There does seem to be a running theme of Raph’s plans being awful and Leo’s working. It does in fact seem like they are starting off more fresh, then evolving towards a more familiar setup. Even the presence of Foot soldiers implies the coming of Shredder possibly. And that brings me to my only real concern.

While I know this show is not being made for 87 shellheads like myself, I do kind of wish there was more TMNT material in the show. It seems to be trying as hard as it can to stray from traditional TMNT series that it could end up straying too far to the point of it being irrelevant to the franchise. I’m all for changes, all for new art direction, all for new characters, all for character re-imaginings, and so on, but it would be nice to see some returning aspects, like Shredder, Baxter Stockman, Rat King, Casey Jones, the Technodrome or some of the Turtles’ famous vehicles. I would absolutely love to see how Rocksteady and Bebop would look in this style too.

I’m a bit iffy about the episodes. I don’t think they’re bad, but the pacing in some is a bit all over the place, and one episode in particular seemed like a tired premise. The episode I’m referring to has the Turtles in a Chuck E. Cheese’s type locale with an evil animatronic bear coming to life and battling them. If this sounds familiar, you’ve either played Five Nights at Freddy’s, or, more specifically for my argument here, have seen the episode of Gravity Falls, “Soos and the Real Girl”. It was one of the most popular and funny episodes of the Disney XD cartoon, but it seems to be a premise that is continually done in modern cartoons. Just last year, the 2017 Duck Tales (which, although pretty good, I feel pulls a little too much inspiration from Gravity Falls) did a story involving a Chuck E. Cheese setting, and now Rise is doing it as well, with pretty much the same twist Gravity Falls did. While it is a funny premise, I do wish cartoonists would avoid doing it so often as it’s already been done successfully before.

So let’s get to the bottom of this. How do I feel all around? I think it’s pretty good. Like I said, it’s not my turtles, but my turtles had the entire late 80s and early to mid 90s already. It had its time, made me and thousands of other kids happy beyond reason, and made the franchise as big as it is today. It did everything it needed to do. I’m happy to see new generations get their own new forms of TMNT. I’m just glad that my favorite franchise ever is not only still relevant, but still a quality product, too. Simply put - I support Rise of the TMNT.

Still hoping we see some more classic characters and tech show up, though.

And pretty soon, yes, I’ll address a certain Netflix reboot of a series near and dear to me that has been making A LOT of noise on the internet lately. Until then, check out the available episodes of Rise if you haven’t already and decide how you feel about it.

#tmnt #Brendan Corris #BrendanCorris #Rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles #nickelodeon #review

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Ultimate Custom Night: Voice’s

(I’ve decided to make a post of all the lines from the game [not including phone guy’s] and give my analysis/opinion on them)

This is the video I used as a ref

Foxy: “Yar I came for ye booty. That be treasure you know.” “Yar. You never stood a chance.” “I can’t run like I used to. But I can pull my self apart just fine.” (Could refer to how he’d run at you in the first game) “Arr. So much more spacious in here. I may stay a while.” “Yar har har. Never underestimate the cunning of a pirate. Or a fox for that matter.” He sounds exactly how I thought he would.

Nightmare Fredbear: “Let’s see how many time’s you can be pulled apart.” (pulling things/being pulled apart seems to be a reoccurring theme) “I assure you I am very real” “This time there is more than an illusion to fear.” (Both lines could be about how in FNAF 4 none of the animatronics are real) “We know who are friends are. But you are not one of them.” “Let me put you back together. And then take you apart all over again.” I like how his voice is gruff and distorted (actually I like how all the fnaf 4 animatronics have distorted voices). It also sounds layered to me. Or there could be a second voice underneath.

Happy Frog: “Everyone underestimates me. But then they turn their back and I’m like boo! And their like wagh!” “Move over Freddy Fazbear! Happy Frog is the new star of the show.” “We’ve only just begun. I will never let you leave. I will never let you rest.” (Said in a whispered tone. Sounds more sinister than her usual voice) “I bet you weren’t expecting me were ya? Turn your back for one second and I’m like wozoo! Ninja skills.” “You and I don’t get to talk as often as I’d like.” Very cute voice acting. I like how they throw in one creepy line. That should throw a few people off.

Jack-O-Chika: (voice is distorted) “I am a burning reminder of your misdeeds.”) “Greetings from the fire and the one you should not have killed.” (Player character killed someone. Who? My theory at the moment is they’re the purple guy (or maybe one of them) and they’re in hell. But we’ll see if that sticks) “Did things get really hot in here? Or is it just me?” “Come and burn with me. The fire burns eternal. And now you shall as well!” (Further supports my hell theory) A lot of their lines contain hints towards the lore. But due to the distortion they can be hard to hear. Typical of fnaf lore (in plain sight but hard to decipher). My fave voice from the fnaf4 animatronics.

Lefty: (whispers everything) “Shhh...Come spend eternity inside. With me.” (Inside where?) “Shhh...I’ve been looking for you. And now I’ll never let you go.” “Shhh...I’m so glad that I found you. Let me make room for you.” “Shhh...It will all be over soon.” “Shhh...There is room for one more.” (One more in the suit?) His voice is actually one of the creepiest to me. Especially as it sounds like a little boy.

Mangle: “I wanted to wait till just the right moment to drop in.” “It’s so much more fun hanging out in here with you.” “He’s here. And always watching. The one you shouldn’t have killed.” (”The one you shouldn’t have killed” is mentioned a lot) “Don’t be afraid. Soon you will look just like me. Beautiful.” “Now I get to play take apart and put back together. You won’t feel a thing.” The fact they have a male and female voice actor makes me really happy.

Marionette: “The others are under my protection.” “Seeing you powerless is like music to me.” “The others are like animals. But I am very aware.” (Did the other children/victims loose their humanity? Why not this one?) “I don’t hate you. But you need to stay out of my way.” “I recognise you. But I’m not afraid of you. Not anymore.” (Further evidence player character was/is a killer) The childish voice makes an already creepy character creepier. Are they the one “You should not have killed?” (Though their voice sounds like a little girl and Mangled clearly say “He’s here”.)

Ballora: “I could hear you breathing.” “Admit it. You wanted to let me in.” “These are strange circumstances. That have brought us together.” “Don’t be shy. Why do you hide inside these walls?” Her lines are very flirty. Which seems strange.

Toy Chica: “Where’s my beak? Lodged in your forehead of course.” “*Giggles* You won’t get tired of dying will you? You won’t get tired of my voice? Will you?” (further evidence towards the hell theory) “Let’s go somewhere more private. So I can eat you.” Interesting but very fitting voice acting. Nightmare Bonnie: “You will not be spared. You will not be saved.” “The shadows (indistinct) me. And (indistinct) you back to horror(?) “Your/You’re wickedness made of flesh.” “I’m here to claim what is left of you.” Creepy voice but I can barely understand anything he says

The Music Man: “Hear that. It’s the sweet sweet sound of your eternal silence.” “Hey keep it down would ya?” “When I’m here you play by My rules.” “A song was requested of me. And now I sing it.” “You and I will be making music together for a long long time.” A weird voice for a weird looking character.

Nedbear: “Stranger danger! *laughs* I was just waiting for you to drop your guard.” “Woops. That’s gonna leave a mark.” “This is how it feels. You get to experience it over and over and over again. Forever. I will never let you leave.” (A little girls voice can be heard just out of sync) “Don’t you hate getting killed by obscure secondary characters?” The hillbilly accent is fun. The little girls voice implies even these characters have dark secrets.

Nightmare Freddy (voice is distorted): “No light can save you now.” “I have always been hiding in your shadow.” “What a gift to relish a victim that can’t perish.” (Hell theory) “I am given flesh to be your tormentor.” “I am remade. But not by you. By the one you should not have killed.” Very creepy. Probably one of the easiest Nightmare to understand but still creepy.

Nightmare BB: “There just isn’t room in here for both of us.” “You knew I’d get you eventually.” “Come closer. Help me count my teeth.” “Flash that light all night/all you like. It can’t save you now.” “You’re not so big. Just a bite size morsel.”

Nightmarionette: (voice is distorted) “The nightmare is just beginning.” “Let’s taste (?) death again, and again and again.” “I am the fear of your reflection and the one you have created.” (The one you have created could be the Marionette) “This is a nightmare you won’t wake from.” (Hell theory?) “This time death can not save you.” (Hell theory) Voice is very hard to understand but very creepy.

Nightmare Mangle: Voice is covered by a lot of static and radio interference. I could hear something that sounded like “Come here come here” though it’s not clear.

William Afton: “I always come back.” Has a more human sounding voice despite being in a state of disrepair (like the nightmares and withered animatronics) which makes sense. The fact he and Springtrap are different animatronics throws a wrench in a few theories I’ve heard.

Orville Elephant: “I hope you enjoyed the grand finale.” “Now is my time to shine.” “He tried to release you. He tried to release us. But I’m not gonna let that happen. I will hold you here. I will keep you here. No matter how many times they burn us.” (a little girls voice can be heard just after his. Who are they?) “What did you think of my act? I don’t get out much. So you’ll have to forgive my enthusiasm. I love how he sounds like a sweet old man.

Pigpen: “Even monkey’s fall from trees.” “The nail that sticks out gets hammered down.” “The talented hog hides his claws.” “I consider it a dignified death. Not really it was actually quite pathetic.” “If you sit by the river long enough you’ll see the body of your enemy floating by.” The hillbilly voice really suits him, and the banjo makes me laugh.

Rockstar Bonnie: (Electronic voice, sings) “What a fine day to come here and say Your face and flesh I must flay” “What a treat, to come here and meet (?), your face as it hits concrete (?) “I found my guitar. now reach for the stars, As I bludgeon and pull you apart.” “Why so blue? You know I’ll be true. And now I’ll make slippers (?) out of you.” “So good to see you again. My truest friend. But now your life must end.” (Calls the player character his “truest friend”. Does he mean it? Why does he want to kill PC? Did PC kill him (if he’s one of the possessed animatronics) Interesting how he’s the only one who sings.

Rockstar Chika: “That’ll teach ya for trying to trick this old bird.” “Thought you could fool me with that sign. But I was too smart for ya.” “I may not like wet floors but the smell of fresh meet is just too enticing.” “Looks like you’re the one who slipped up this time.” “That’s right. And don’t you come back now you hear.” Her voice makes me think of a female rockstar from the 70s or 80s.

Scrapbaby: “Time for your controlled shock.” (said two different ways) “Let’s see how many pieces I can cut you into.” “You won’t die. But you’ll wish you could.” (hell theory) Sounds just like Baby’s voice. (personally I’d have made it a little different but it’s fine as it is) Toy Freddie: “It’s not my fault. I have these fat plastic fingers that can’t press the buttons.” “Mr hugs got me again.” “If I get jumpscared. You get jumpscared.” “That game was totally rigged.” “That’s what you get for leaving me hanging.” Voice could get annoying after a while.

Trash and the gang: (female voice, whispers) “Psst over here. Get closer.” “Excuse me could you come a little closer?” “Hey. Down here. Hello. I wanted to ask you something. Its something really important.” “Psst. I have something to tell you.” “Hey hey. I want to tell you something.” The voice seems to only be there to trick the player into listening more closely before they are jumpscared.

Rockstar Freddie: “Please deposit five coins.” (Said repeatedly during gameplay when active. After jumpscaring the player is said once and grinds to a stop)

Rockstar Foxy “Yar. Ye play with fire and sometime’s ye get burned.” Voice is very similar to Foxy’s but the slight difference is fitting.

Withered Bonnie: (voice has an electronic echo) “Time to face the consequences of your behaviour (?)” “Might as well face the facts. You were always destined to fail.” “You blinked.” “Why (indistinct)? Is it me (indistinct)? Or is it you? Perhaps it is us both.” “I’ve made (indistinct) fate. But (indistinct) taught (?)” Could someone please tell me what he’s saying?

Withered Chika: (Indistinct) through the vent. But now we are together.” “Let me show you how to break your face and look like me.” “I was the first. I have seen everything.” (The first what? Animatronic? Victim?) “Come closer. Let’s smile(?) together.” “I have seen him. The one you shouldn’t have killed.” The juttering voice is creepy though not the creepiest.

Baby: “I guess you forgot about me.” “Want to see the scooping room?” (Player character could be the main character from SL or Baby’s creator. Or both?) “Guess you forgot about me. Looks like something bad happened.”

Robot(?): “Now I will tell you a story.” “But he could not choose.” “He placed the remains together.” “He promised to never leave them.” Sounds like the War of the Worlds CD my mum has. Who’s story is it telling? The player characters? The Marionettes?

Mr Hippo: NOPE. NO. Not doing it. I’m not typing all his lines. I’d like to do other things today thank you very much. (His line “maybe I met some sort of demise of my own” is interesting though) Sounds like an old man.

#ultimate custom night #fnaf #long post bellow the read more #info dump

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REVIEW: Five Nights at Freddy’s: The Silver Eyes

(The FNAF Novel)

Spoiler FREE Review:

If you’re a fan of the Five Nights at Freddy’s series, are interested in the lore of Freddy Fazbear’s, or would like to see what will probably pave the way for the FNAF movie, then give this a read.

It has a few flaws of course, some more glaring than others in my opinion, but for most of them, I’m able to look past it. The story does enough dancing towards what we really want to see to keep my attention until the climax of the book where it gets really awesome. The backstories are interesting enough, and the background information stirs more lore around enough to make it simple yet complicated, as it always has been. You can glean anything from this novel.

Pick this up from your local library if you don’t wanna shell out the bucks. (That’s where I got mine.)

SPOILER Review:

If you’re reading this far, you’ve probably read the novel yourself, or don’t care to read it and just wanna know more.

Writing Style: An easy read, simple and straight forward, great for the inevitable kids that have been reading it. (Sometimes it’s a little too simple at times tho. This is just my nitpick, but I have very strong feelings against descriptive text using the word “sudden” or “suddenly”. I find it glaringly obvious whenever a literary piece uses those.)

Story: The story takes place ten years after the missing children incident at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza. It focuses on the survivors from that time who are all now teenagers, and they work together to accidentally put an end to the mysterious case. It’s a good setup for what we need, making sure that our protagonists are not just random teens who go “Lol let’s mess around in a haunted pizza restaurant!” They actually have history and reason being involved, even if they were technically screwing around while doing it. (Teens, amirite??)

Main Character: Charlie (or more formally Charlotte) was not only friends with one of the victims at Freddy’s, but also the daughter of the man who created Freddy’s to begin with. Her father was an artist whose life was dedicated to his work, and was never all there. The reason for his absence is pretty disturbing, but despite all this, Charlie is a completely normal girl. Yeah, someone with that messed up of a backstory and she’s just kind of normal. The idea is she’s supposed to be, she is a main character after all. She’s interesting because of her family and her past and her childhood, but as a teen, she’s not really allowed to be too interesting.

Supporting Protagonists: For the most part, all of these characters are vastly… uninteresting. They’re normal teenagers, all of them. They don’t have too many varying traits and they all for the most part have flat personalities. And there are a lot of them. Including Charlie, there are seven of these main characters. It makes for good buddy system scenes, but otherwise, why are there so many to try and keep track of? After acknowledging how many there were, I said to myself, “My my, what an abundance of underdeveloped characters in a horror setting! I wonder how many will be killed off by the end!” None. None of these characters get axed off during the course of the book. Some get injured a little bit, but none of the teens die. I guess I’m happy for them, but is it wrong I’m a little disappointed?

Antagonist: Awesome. Spoiler warning again, it’s Dave the guard. Spoilers again, Dave is an alias for the infamous William Afton, who was the business head of Freddy’s Entertainment. His backstory is one I find perplexing, as the book describes him as being a hefty man, ten years prior to the current story, while now he’s rather skinny and sickly. Not saying a guy can’t workout over the course of ten years, but that’s a pretty huge detail. Some of the story clues from Five Nights at Freddy’s Sister Location sort of has an explanation for this, as well as why he may be a serial killer, but The Silver Eyes is the alternate universe. It’s up in the air right now what information from the games we can depend on and what we can’t. (I’m getting off track, I love talking about the lore too much.)

Dave is an absolutely delightful villain. His dialogue is always so worth it to read, and his presence is dripping with the sadism we love to imagine him having. He’s deliciously evil and often times giggle worthy, with how he uses a kid’s restaurant as his battle ground and animal costumes as his weapons. Predictably, the amount of silly that his demeanor invokes makes for a pretty fake sounding story to any law enforcement. Serial Killer Pro-Tip: The sillier, the better. (#dontbeaserialkillertho)

The Good: The climax was easily the most interesting and fun part to read, where the screen time (read time?) for Dave really increased and then crap got real. The highlights are easily where the animatronics FINALLY come to life and start going after the main cast, and the part where Charlie straight up knocks Dave out cold, and the crew later tie him up, pour water on his face, and interrogate the guy. MMMM mm, fantastic.

OH ALSO my favorite character, besides William Afton/Dave, is Carlton. He sasses death in the face of death. Good job, Carlton.

The Bad: I wouldn’t say the book took its sweet time getting interesting or anything, I’ve read worse. The chapters begin with a bit of a hook, (HYUK HYUK GET IT??) and then drop into the story of Charlie herself, spending time explaining why she’s meeting up with her old friends first and foremost. The chapters seem to alternate between two things. First, the protagonists and how they have an uncomfortable past with Freddy’s because their friend was a victim, and how no one wants to talk about it. Second, the protagonists talking about the tragic past anyway AND sneaking into the abandoned restaurant and screwing around like teenagers do. It’s a pretty clever way to get the reader into the restaurant really early on, and frequently, for that matter, so props to that. But overall, the scenes outside of the pizza place or outside of Charlie’s childhood home aren’t that gripping. It feels like what it is; teasing the reader with just enough of the restaurant to keep their attention during the long ride to the climax when things get crazy and awesome.

The Ugly: The point of this book is to either expand on the lore or reach farther from it, generating new lore. (Since I assume that the novel is paving a way for the film.) I wouldn’t say this book had a lot of filler, but it still had a lot of vastly unimportant details.

I think the biggest crime this book committed was the scene where Jessica is telling Charlie about some past boyfriend she had. Sure, the story is kind of humorous, but it doesn’t add anything to the universe. Sure, we should know more backstory about our main characters, but honestly? I learned more about Jessica’s ex than I did Jessica in that scene. Unless future books reveal him to be Afton’s son, that was a pretty huge waste of a couple of pages in my opinion. (Disclaimer: I was just joking with last part, omg. But now Sister Location actually has something about Afton's son and I'm really salty about it.)

That’s it. I’m glad I read it. I was starting to lose interest in the FNAF universe, as FNAF4 and Sister Location didn’t light that spark in me as I was hoping. Although The Silver Eyes isn’t the most captivating piece of FNAF lore, it made me redo all my research from all the previous games to try to once again piece everything together. The theories and lore are of course my favorite thing about the franchise. The FNAF novel was the boost I needed to remember my passion for the series.

#FNAF #The Silver Eyes #William Afton #purple guy #review #novel

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All Hallows’ Eve Stream

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ulyssesredux · 7 years

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Nausicaa

She would follow, her dreamhusband, because that was an innate refinement, a woman's eye on her forehead. But might happen sometime, I expect, makes fiddlestrings snap.

Heat brought it out of sight, and among the five young trees a hoisted lintstock lit the lamp near her companions or the gentleman off Sandymount green that Cissy Caffrey said.

Sad about her lame of course Gerty knew Who came first and after Him the Blessed Sacrament and Cissy Caffrey cuddled the wee chap for she felt that the White Ship sailed silently away from the dew. Naughty darling. Nell Gwynn, Mrs Bracegirdle, Maud Branscombe. Good idea the repetition.

Impetuous fellow! Never again. O, soft, sweet as on that man's face. For such a pity too leaving them there to be.

Calomel purge I got the best of that and, true to the division and kerchief pocket and took good aim and gave a gentle hint about its being late. Will I get up? Gerty's lips parted swiftly to frame the word but she missed and Edy, little spitfire, because she once knew a gentleman like that, and felt the first! Sometimes they go off. Then the heather goes on fire. Dearer than the sweetest songs of the girl friends were seated on the mouth. O, Mairy lost the pin of her for that tramdriver this morning over her childhood days. Tell you what it was her all in all the strength of his nibs till the lovely colour of her head and a prettier, a thousand. Mr Right comes along, then cry off for her. O, those girls or is it? Or all start scratch then get out of that kind. Her wellturned ankle displayed its perfect proportions beneath her skirt at the stone pier by the way to tears, and my father not so bad then. O, he was possing wet and to mind he didn't wet his new tan shoes. Ladies' grey flannelette bloomers, three shillings a pair, astonishing bargain. Like a cat sitting beyond a dog's jump. Had her father only avoided the clutches of the world could learn of what they like. Worst is beginning. Enjoying nature now. The new I want. Let him! For Gerty had an idea, one of the party long ago. Must be some somewhere.

She was glad that something told her to make herself attractive of course but must be after eight because the green shore the bearded man to land me at the quaint language of little brother. Liked me or what? Byby till next time. Look at it. Howth guarding as ever the waters of the bluest Irish blue, set upon tall pillars of the world of her she longs to be his only, his ownest girlie, for beyond each vista of beauty rises another more beautiful. Like a cat sitting beyond a dog's jump. Looks mangled out: had a brickbat to keep the shape of his handsome lips. Ah. She had to go deedaw and baby looked just too ducky, laughing. Strange name. He lay but opened a red eye unsleeping, deep and slowly breathing, slumberous but awake. Excites them also when they're. All that old hill has seen.

And while she gazed her heart went pitapat. No, no-one could get on her because the sun, the tortoiseshell combs, her dream of that. Something the nurse taught me. For such a bad headache today. Kiss in the wind howled eerily from the South came never again. And Gerty, it is. If you fail try again, at closer range, and they were born I suppose. From house to tell the time by his heels in the home circle deeds of violence caused by intemperance and had seen her own arms that were and the name H.M.S. Belleisle printed on both. I? Bag under their tails. And in the same and stags. In Sona-Nyl, which we may never behold again. No. A.E. Rumpled stockings.

Longest way round is the Land of the Tantum ergo and Canon O'Hanlon put the boots on it. Or what they enjoy. Mirage. It's the white of the low. Mrs and Patsy and Freddy Dignam and Mrs Dignam because she knew on the pavement with all the ways of the ways beyond; and there the gleaming white roofs and colonnades of strange temples. Over and over had she only received the benefit of a young gentleman fairly chuckled with delight. That brought us out of some people she knew how to end the conversation. Because they want it they throw it at you. She put on before third person. It was there she kept her girlish treasure trove, the stars. Then I will tell you all. And pray for us. His voice had a full view high up above her knee in her delicate hands and face were working and a bit of her toilettable which, though. Still, you never know.

Or ask you what it was easier than to make him forget the memory of the ways that might have been a very great difference? Where was that the man who lifts his hand to a fellow courting: collars and cuffs. Saves them. Wait. Never went back and put his hands back into his pockets.

Many a time to time like the rest of his handsome lips. Thanks.

Sometimes away for years. Go home to nicey bread and milky and say night prayers with the soldiers and coarse men with no, no sign of funk. Fine voice that told that she too, nainsook knickers, the City of a little man-o'-war top and unmentionables were full of a play but she could just chuck him aside as if he works that paragraph. Chance. Besides I can't be tourists' matches. It's the white of eggs though she hid it, to forgive all if she was in that simple fane beside the Dodder that went with the coralpink cover to write her thoughts in she laid it in full career, having won the day I went within the tower and looked for wreckage upon the deck a man from another woman. Mullingar. Have birds no smell? And the bird of heaven, over which one might spy only a fortnight before like a nun or a rich gentleman coming with a scapular or a widower who had not found his ideal, perhaps his hair slightly flecked with grey, and would soon be over. I had a good hiding for themselves to keep the shape she knew. Page of an old copybook. My fireworks. Liverpool boat long gone.

Soon to our ears came the distant horizon. And just when he sang Tell me, with blue appealing eyes. Just a few. Then mayhap he would embrace her gently, like a sigh of O! Mine too. Pure jealousy of course without letting him and tear his silly postcard into a cellar where it's dark. In the days beyond recall. This is the secret lore of old papers. Good idea the repetition. Woman and man that was when those brows were not so many hearths and homes had cist its shadow over her childhood days. Cissy said to Molly the man who lifts his hand out of the immaculate, reciting the litany of Our Lady of Loreto, beseeching her to intercede for them, fine as anything about a thing like that frump today. Nay, she could see from underneath the brim of her. Rocket and breeches buoy and lifeboat. Cut with grass or paper worst. And the tephilim no what's this they call it poor papa's father had on his face it was Cissy Caffrey said.

My memory's not so bad then. Loved to count my waistcoat buttons. The exasperating little brats of twins. She wasn't in a ring. Also glowworms, cyclists: lightingup time. Out of the Gold Cup race! His eyes misty with unshed tears Master Tommy would have a beautiful calm without a necktie. Hm. One moment he had erred and wandered. Hope she's over. Lord mayor had his eye on her cherryripe red lips, a ministering angel too with a pert toss of her shapely limbs encased in finespun hose with highspliced heels and wide garter tops. He wore a coquettish little love of a young girl's love, a smile that verged on tears, and to double the half blanket the other thing before being married and there were some beautiful thoughts written in it, the little pool by the rock. And the cities as blissful gods view them from the room with a little canarybird that came out upon the platform of that lovely confession album with the veil that Father Conroy and knelt down looking up at his foot. Molly it was nothing else to draw attention on account of the most casual but now under the full moon, I think. Pretty girls and ugly men marrying. Roses, I suppose. And they all ran down the strand taking a short walk.

Could hear them all off. —On the beeoteetom, laughed Cissy merrily. Then all melted away dewily in the Land of Fancy, and they would go to Trinity college university. Two, four and eleven she paid for those stockings in Sparrow's of George's street on the rocks. That gouger M'Coy stopping me to turn back to see in that face, meeting his glance, and whether the sea. Houses of mourning so depressing because you never know what death is at that age. Very strange about my watch. Brings on white fluxions. When I said to me unknown. Did too. But lots of them. At the dance night she met him, gulping salt water, and he put it on the proud promontory of dear old Howth guarding as ever the waters to the roots of her she longs to be sure baby Boardman was rocking the chubby baby to and fro in the high school drawing a picture of halcyon days what they had a group taken. Cheap too. Enjoying nature now. Ought to go home and laugh at her feet but rather a manly man with a smart vee opening down to the gentleman lodger that was and she snatched the ball once or twice and then Father Conroy handed him the card to read poetry and when he sang The moon hath raised with Mr Dignam that died suddenly and was buried, God have mercy on him and her low notes. They would be to share his thoughts. You never saw him any way screwed but still and for an instant there was in the cupboard. Grace after meals. Chickens come home to nicey bread and milky and say night prayers with the pushcar and then green and flowery mountains of Cathuria are cinctured with golden walls, over warm blessed seas fanned by caressing, aromatic breezes.

Her very soul is in fashion. Women. First kiss does the trick. Wonder is nurse Callan there still. Someone ought to take them and never would be no holding back for her gentle ways. You could see all the manhood out of his nibs till the lovely reflection which the mirror. Liked me or what? Nothing new under the Moorish wall beside the Dodder that went with the letter em on her nails with red ink make you split your sides or when she was ever ladylike in her eyes and his bit of money she could have a cosy chat beside the gardens. Howth now. Tableau! Race there, race back to the dogs if some woman didn't take them in hand. Edy after with the Blessed Sacrament and Cissy took off the accommodation walk beside the sparkling sea, over which our helpless barque was borne toward some unknown goal. Here's this nobleman passed before. What you eat and drink gives that. The temper of him. Like flowers. Tableau! And I have read more of her!

Out of the new moon and it gushed out of that I dwelt for many aeons ago. Murderers do. And just now at Edy's words as a snake eyes its prey. Three cheers for the mother too.

Washed away.

See! Could do it myself too. Wait. See! Better.

Thinks I'm a tree, so I would say to be silent. Enjoying nature now. Sticks too like a sneeze coming, legs, seated. And the others. A sterling good daughter was Gerty who tacked up on the transparent stockings thinking Reggy Wylie used to look up, the little mariner and coaxed winningly: Habaa baaaahabaaa baaaa. Gain time. And says she and that tired feeling. Ugly: no woman thinks she is spoil all. Far away in the privacy of her hair and a prettier, a sterling man, and the ribbons to change or they might think it a stream of rain gold hair threads and they both ran after it in violet ink that she was something on my mind I would say to me unknown. No. Little sweetheart come and kiss me. Mamma! Far out over the sea came often to my appearance my age. Weighs on his mind and stopped right under Gerty's skirt near the little boy too. Well has it been said that whosoever prays to her throat, so becoming in leaders of fashion, and he said, in the days of my new yearnings to depart for remote Cathuria, but what I found was only this: a strange dead bird whose hue was as of the sun. Devil you are. Better not stick here all night like a phantom ship.

Excites them also when they're. Like Molly. This wet is very unpleasant. One grain pour off odour for years at the Blessed Virgin and then Father Conroy handed the thurible to Canon O'Hanlon handed the thurible back to Ennis. Weighs on his door to touch. Saw something in me. Mother Shipton's prophecy that is. Little sweetheart come and kiss me. —A penny for your thoughts. Wonder what. Is it only half fun? But might happen sometime, I mean? Liked me or what? —Jacky! But that vile decoction which has ruined so many hearths and homes had cist its shadow over her and she had, clear and phosphorescent, to little baby Boardman. A star I see. That bee last week got into the house of Keyes, museum with those goddesses, Dedalus' song.

Neat way she carries parcels too. Martha: now as then. Takes it for he was a lot of the position. The year returns. Sundown, gunfire for the men to cross the lines.

Mr Leopold Bloom. Had kind fate but willed her to put on the quiet seashore because Canon O'Hanlon put the letter?

Dress up and look and if you don't answer when they are when that's coming on them. Come on. In Hamlet, that she was not to be seen on that letter like the Martello tower had.

For instance if you don't know. Very strange about my watch. She jumped up and broke, drooping, and many are the turrets of marble upon its walls. From the East tempestuous winds arose, and cities of Cathuria are all palaces, each built over a fragrant canal bearing the waters of the torrent. Evening like this, the most pious Virgin's intercessory power that girl had! The seabirds screaming. Worst of all is prepared. She was in Thom's. Also the library today: those girl graduates. Let me. And just now at Edy's words as a second thought on him, from a thing like that from? Our two champions claimed their plaything with lusty cries and to mind he didn't go and ride up and look and if he works that paragraph. A dream of that full, mellow moon. Has to change when her nature came on her first. And still the voices sang in supplication to the sound of melody the White Ship sailed into the distance was, how to woo thee or My love and cottage near Rochelle and they would have loved to read poetry and when he left the high school drawing a picture of Venus with all his family. Never see them sit on a girl's honour, degrading the sex and being pulled. And when the music like that hag this morning.

Girl in Meath street that night. He was too young to understand him because she thought she was a kind of a mighty city; and there was just going to set fire to the flowers and the next moment it was that of which she had known from the sea and meet in a cloak he is with tiny hands.

Drunken ranters what I found was only the voice of prayer to her. Must call to those Scottish Widows as I glanced out over the flowery meadows and leafy woods brought a scent at which I trembled. Howth. Her mother's birthday that was. Showing their teeth at one another for the opulent. I saw that the man who lifts his hand to a fellow courting: collars and cuffs. Still two types there are so few that I saw outlined the beckoning form of the palace is of glass, under which he coloured like a girl tell? Must wheedle her way along. Trust? He was leaning back against the full moon one night in the least indelicate her finebred nature instinctively recoiled. —O, don't they know! The young are old. Sometimes away for years. With all the manhood out of a quiver in the priest's house cooed where Canon O'Hanlon and Father Conroy and the bird will squeak. Life those chaps out there must have been as often of the Princess Novelette, who had not found his ideal, perhaps his hair slightly flecked with grey, and after there was an infinite store of mercy in those eyes, a prey to the heavens, the only man in all the world. History repeats itself. Besides they don't know how to cry nicely before the world could learn of what they can't get. What do you expect her to intercede for them to see and to be a warning to him, dance of the newspaper she found what she wanted to go but they would search her through and through, read her very soul. Took its time in coming like herself, slow but sure. He was looking at, transparent, and I heard the shrieking of men like that, and the ways beyond; and though he had meant to her so deeply that she was hunting to match and the choir sang Laudate Dominum omnes gentes and then slipped it back and the two twins and their ball with her, that reigns over the city. And Cissy told her. They were there and toilers for their daily bread and many are the turrets of marble upon its walls. Are you not happy in your nose? She often looked at them dreamily when she asked you would never notice, seven fingers two and a bit of a garden. Good to rest. Far away in the tense hush, they were, superbly expressive, but I heeded him not; for Sona-Nyl there is no pain or death, but with a private yacht.

But she was so much filth and never would be wild, untrammelled, free. Besides they don't know how to end the conversation. Washing child, washing corpse. Because you were so queer. Exhausted that female has me. Ba. From far shores came those white-sailed argosies of old papers. O sweet little, you don't answer when they solicit must be after eight because the benediction with the mop head and crimsoned at the corner of Cuffe street was goodlooking, thought she understood. Fine voice that told her to one side after her run and pay a visit to a pleasant coast gay with blossoms of every hue, where I won't say. I begin to like them at that age. Did I forget to write address on that man's face. Felt for the fireworks. Must call to the roots of her nose. Watch! Or the one who. Archimedes.

She'd like scent of that I urged the rowers onward in my eagerness to reach the scene. Always know a fellow courting: collars and cuffs. Girl friends at school. Sure he has a good job if she could see from where she was as good as gold, a girl tell? Scowl or smile. Looked round. Then they could talk about her till they went blue in the days beyond recall. Reminds me of strawberries and cream?

O, look, Cissy Caffrey played with baby Boardman to get and that was the only time we cross legs, look at it other way under him. And she lived with her, make him forget the memory of the night, when I was? Keeps them out of that land, goodnight. And I'll write to you! But that vile decoction which has ruined so many; in the Ormond damp. And in the bone. Pretend to want something awfully, then meet once in a sad plight he was out of sight a moment to settle her hair behind her which had risen beneath my feet. After Glencree dinner that was why she just answered with scathing politeness when Edy asked what and she caught the expression in his head too at the same brush Wiping pens in their stockings. Pinned together. And pray for us, vessel of singular devotion, pray for us, vessel of singular devotion, pray for us, honourable vessel, pray for us. Pray for us, mystical rose. Then she buttoned up his little knickerbockers for him as a snake eyes its prey. Place made me do love sticky we two naughty Grace darling she him half past four. And in a hurry either. Tip. Girl in Tranquilla convent that nun told me feel so young. O that way! And more to look over some nights when Molly was in chocolate and he was too tight on her hat anyhow on her to do with a scapular or a clock she noticed on the ceiling. That's why she's left on the way to tears, and would soon be over. Race there, dark mirror, breathe on it. And time, well that's the soap. Edy told him of these things which in turn he told to be branded as the grave, and they're always flying for. Curse seems to gaze upon the air which was fresh but not too much because she had a good runner she ran like that too, my ideal? Mr Dignam that died suddenly and was buried, God have mercy on him for the fireworks and something queer was flying but she was not a one she yearns this balmy summer eve. But Edy wanted to go deedaw and baby, without as much as a snake eyes its prey. She jumped up and down, vindictive too for what she wanted at Clery's summer sales, the evening scene and the reverend John Hughes S.J. were taking tea and jaspberry ram and when the stormy winds do blow. There was an innate refinement, a soft language I seemed to hear the music rose and fell to the works and she and says he. Mysterious thing too. Into Thalarion, the evening scene and the address Dolphin's barn a blind. Married too. With all his faults she loved him better than those other pettiwidth, the City of a Thousand Wonders, wherein reside all those superstitions because when you touch. You had to go and Cissy took off the accommodation walk beside the gardens. Sweet and cheap: soon sour. But if Master Tommy came at her insignificant ones that had the bicycle races in Trinity college to study for a century have swept the majestic barques of the wife of the West? That's where Molly can knock spots off them. She too.

I was only the plain little tales of calm beaches and near ports, but which all believe to lie beyond the bounds of lovely Cathuria.

Say you never see them sit on that she had even witnessed in the ridingboots and spurs at the altar get on with her specs like an old copybook. I would often picture the whole hog, say: I want to sing the Tantum ergo and she knew how to be silent. Fate that is. And the bearded man left the happy folk, of her life because Gerty could see, not even closed at first, sour milk in their faces.

Little recked he perhaps for what they hadn't got and she just yearned to know because they were, superbly expressive, but watched me as we sailed away from other chap's wife. All wrong of course. It is for you, Jacky, for beyond each vista of beauty. And the others. Her maiden name was Jemina Brown And she tickled tiny tot's two cheeks to make her look tall and got a fine tumble. Tired I feel now. Heat brought it out of the conventions of Society with a pert toss of her own right and she swung them like that.

And time, well that's the time before.

And then their stomachs clean. No-one knew of. Yet if I went within the tower and looked for wreckage upon the sloping meadows of Zar, we beheld the basalt pillars of the end of her she longs to be something great, they said. Curiosity like a caricature. Might be still up. And far on Kish bank the anchored lightship twinkled, winked at Mr Bloom. Curious she an only child, washing corpse. And I looked again, there was a forward piece whenever she thought and thought about those times because she wouldn't trust those washerwomen as far as possible. Allow me to say when he changed his mind. Molly can knock spots off them. Must call to those Scottish Widows as I crouched on the pillow. Best time to kiss again.

From house to tell the time and Gerty could see from farther up. The distant hills seem. Saves them. His wife has her work cut out for the sister-in-law he hawked about, three shillings.

She jumped up and broke, drooping, and love her, bend down or carry a bunch of love, voyage round your own little world. That would suit Mrs Dignam once like that so that no-one better, what made squinty Edy say that because priests that would go on the swing or wading and she gave had had the perfume of the most casual but now under the brim of her but Gerty could see her other things; of things which in turn he told Father Conroy that one shortcoming she knew would come, shutting out the sight of the South it would always glide smoothly and silently, its sails distant and its long strange tiers of oars moving rhythmically. Little hand it was simply in a last lingering glance and the bird, and here resound the soft notes of singers and lutanists; sweeter than the sweetest songs of the rocks in Holles street. The pretty lips pouted awhile but then she glanced at her sometimes. Frightening them with masks too. It would have thought the world. Can't tell yet. I dwelt for many aeons ago. Her griddlecakes done to a plank or astride of a beam for grim life, laughed Cissy merrily. No, a thousand. They never forget an appointment. All those holes and pebbles. Milly delighted with Molly's new blouse.

In the Land of the great monarch Dorieb, whom some say reach even to the Miss White.

But Cissy Caffrey and she would have thought the world. Dreadful life sailors have too. He looked almost a saint and his sandy moustache a bit of blue somewhere on her to speak out: had a clock she noticed at once. That gouger M'Coy stopping me to introduce my. Sometimes Molly and Milly together. Birds are like hopping mice. Over and over had she only received the benefit of a little strangled cry, wrung from her, one of the demon drink, by taking the pledge or those powders the drink habit cured in Pearson's Weekly, she could call herself his little mouth with the years were slipping by for her somewhere for ever. Edy Boardman. Might remain. Would you mind, please, telling me the right time? The night of the South it was the place to push up the old pair on her brow and patrician suitors at her shrine. And her mother had those raging splitting headaches who was seated near her companions, lost in thought, gazing far away. Bag under their tails. In the darkness below there loomed the vast blurred outlines of a treasure in it all the dreams of Time. Belfry up there. Result of the world could learn of what they like dressing one another for the moustache which she preferred because she wouldn't be far from him, her own right and she was near him she wouldn't be far from him, tossing her hair on account of being at their beck and call.

Worst of all holes and corners. And still the voices sang in supplication to the use of everything magnetism. Now if you please. Take the train there tomorrow. But the bearded man said to him, dance of the ways that were fastened upon her. In their line.

And Cissy told him too on the mirror to save the ironing. Looks so forlorn. Maybe the women's fault also. Mr Dignam and Mrs and Patsy and Freddy Dignam and they had a brickbat to keep them in hand. O thinking she was something about twilight, the land of Zar, we beheld not the same moon, I saw that what he had been taking of late had done her a world of her scalp and that was only this: a strange dead bird whose hue was as quick as I'd look at him as a telltale flush, a ministering angel too with a scapular or a negress or a widower who had first advised her to speak out: dignity told her that told her.

A penny for your thoughts. And I looked again, Edy with the foreign name from the three-colored shell of the church, the fabric that caresses the skin, fine as anything about a thing like that. Half dream.

They stick by one another to pay their devoirs to her. No. Women. Or ask you what someone was going down the strand to Cissy, to sit on a bench marked Wet Paint. No. Excitement. Sister? Because you get it out of fun in his wee fat tummy and baby, without as much as by your leave, sent up his compliments to all and sundry on to his watchpocket. The twins were now playing in the brown macintosh. They would be no holding back for her breath caught as she caught the two twins and she did that it was. Celery sauce. Not like that from? Make their own use of reason, he said, she could almost see the swift answering flash of admiration in a last lingering glance and the air the sound of melody the White Ship on a bridge of moonbeams. I always thought I'd marry a lord or a widower who had voyaged far from the turpentine probably in the early morning at close range. Round the Kish in eighty days. Petticoats for Molly. Payment at the back streets into somewhere else. The seabirds screaming. Coastguards too. Then they sang the second verse of the tortoise, and saw it and Cissy poked him like that. Fate that is. A neat blouse of electric blue selftinted by dolly dyes because it lasts only a fortnight before like a limpet. They believe in chance because like themselves.

No room. His voice had a false arm. Needless to say it for he was sitting there by himself came gallantly to the Virgin most merciful. One grain pour off odour for years at the Blessed Sacrament. Like our small talk. Bears in the morning. Longest way round. After Glencree dinner that was what he was looking at, transparent, and Edy and Cissy were talking about the mistake in the morning she nearly slipped up the strand and slippy seaweed. She gazed out towards the shingle. All are. —O my! Swell of her but Gerty though she hid it, falling in love with her golliwog curls. The old love was waiting, waiting with little sufferers and Tommy after it, the rouge, costume, position, music. Or hers. Might get piles myself. Old Barbary ape that gobbled all his family. Imagine that in the Erin's King, throwing them the sack of old men and the last of his days and he was still in short trousers when they are. Wait. Puking overboard to feed the herrings.

Marry in May and repent in December. Maiden discovered with pensive bosom. Insects? On the green shore of far lands, bright and cheery in the face that he saw and then are forgotten. Then look at him wanly, a charm with every pin she takes out. Then all melted away dewily in the morning she nearly slipped up the old familiar words, holy virgin of virgins. Keeps them out of papers of those skirtdancers behaving so immodest before gentlemen looking and he said yes so then she told me feel so young now. Gerty, it was that the White Ship sailed on past the presbyterian church grounds and along by shady Tritonville avenue where the white of the position.

Where I come in on them and she caught her knee where no-one knew of. Don't want it they throw it to him to tease his fat little plucks and the dreams and thoughts of beauty that come to town. Chap in the sun. Almost see them sit on that distant night when we drove home. Of course his infant majesty was most obstreperous at such toilet formalities and he pranced on the mouth. Loved to count my waistcoat buttons. How moving the scene. Dressed up to the division and kerchief pocket and took out the wadding and waved in reply of course than long ago in Stoer's he was a kind of language between us. Twenty years asleep in Sleepy Hollow. Something confused. Martha, the shape of his waistcoat. Evening Telegraph, stop press edition! You would have been thinking of someone else all the coloured chalks and such a one to see. Course. Still two types there are so few that I urged the rowers onward in my pocketbook. Big brutes of oceangoing steamers floundering along in the sun. Martha: now as then. Ladies' grey flannelette bloomers, three shillings. Molly likes opoponax. Nuns with whitewashed faces, cool coifs and their ball with her high crooked French heels on her nerves, no: not that. Corns on his smart little suit. Sure he has a good opportunity to show and just because she was ever ladylike in her sweet girlish shyness that of the lighthouses so picturesque she would be and that that little hint she gave had had the desired effect because it was only this: a strange dead bird whose hue was as good as gold, a danger signal always with a threecornered hat was offering a bunch of flowers to smell rock oil.

The year returns. She was pronounced beautiful by all who knew her though, as fair a specimen of winsome Irish girlhood as one could wish to see that he was a forward piece whenever she thought perhaps he might learn to love her in pyjamas? Wait. Suppose it's the only single thing they ever had words about, taking snuff.

On the beeoteetom, laughed Cissy merrily.

Pure jealousy of course their little tiffs from time to show what a great person she was very intelligent for eleven months everyone said and big for his age and the soap not paid. Better now of course than long ago. And when I gave her money. Heart of mine! He of all at it that way! That young doctor O'Hare I noticed her brushing his coat. The Lamplighter by Miss Cummins, author of Mabel Vaughan and other tales. Passionate nature though he was out of that lighthouse whence I had known from the mists beyond the bounds of lovely Cathuria. Devils they are when that's coming on the Tuesday, no: not that. Nay, she said to him to run off and play with his cope poking up at home at dinnertime. Pardon! Wonderful of course Gerty knew it and they all shouted to look over some nights when Molly was in Thom's. That's where Molly can knock spots off them.

Feel it myself too. It never comes the same. Bell scared him out to see. Molly, lieutenant Mulvey that kissed her under the full moon one night in the church, helterskelter, Edy Boardman asked Tommy Caffrey was he done and he saw and then he locked the tabernacle and genuflected and the short of it. Bottle with story of a monstrous cataract, wherein reside all those mysteries that man has striven in vain. Eyes all over them. And when the day she went and when he sang Tell me, This is the palace is of glass, under which he coloured like a fine fine veil or web they have. Featherbed mountain. Took off her slim graceful figure to perfection. What a persuasive power that girl had! Rocket and breeches buoy and lifeboat. Put them all on to his watchpocket. Sometimes away for years. Drunken ranters what I found was only the voice of nature and comfort her with a strong quiet face who had erred and wandered, their eyes wet with contrition but for all that we know elsewhere; or at least so men relate. Bottle with story of a handkerchief sail, pitched about like snuff at a shoe see a fellow's weak point in his hands were of the end was so like himself passing along the strand to see. Queen of angels, queen of the horizon have parted to grant me glimpses of the ringdove, but clear, no and to avoid trouble Cissy Caffrey bent over to him, dance of the North Point light that my father told to me unknown.

The gentleman aimed the ball as hard as ever the waters of the most holy rosary and then Cissy popped up her skirt at the altar with the same place as quick as lightning, laughing up out of its little house to tell her to be all blotted out, holy Mary, star of the hours were filled with soft songs of the Tantum ergo and she noticed on the pavement with all the time all the same direction, then cream the milk and sugar and whisk well the white walks are bordered with delicate blossoms. When three it's night. It was darker now and write to you. I said to the heavens. Weeny bones. But Gerty was womanly wise and knew that a mere man liked that feeling of hominess. It's the white of the lighthouses so picturesque she would not like him for luck, hoping against hope, her dreamhusband, because she knew too about the time before.

Enjoying nature now. Sometimes children turn out to be branded as the music rose and fell to no slight extent and Gerty noticed that that little matter to rights. Anyhow she wants the money. Mine too. Hot little devil all the time. Begins to feel cold and clammy. And the women, fear of God in their swaddles and tainted curds. So Cissy said to me.

Didn't let her see me in a garden. The shepherd's hour: the tie he wore, his sister called imperatively. Well. Perhaps not to give him one look of measured scorn that would make the great sacrifice. Mistake to hit back. Must call to those heights seems to gaze upon the deck a man, and they shed and ah! A truerhearted lass never drew the breath of life. Gain time. The exasperating little brats of twins. —O, responded Gerty, half smiling, with blue appealing eyes. Heliotrope? I viewed by moonlight the sparkling sea, the mice will play. Wish I had once seen through the body, permeates. Shark liver oil they use to clean.

Into Thalarion, the both of a mighty city; and there was somebody else too that billy winks was coming and that that little hint she gave had had the perfume of those good cigarettes and besides it was called by Louis J Walsh, Magherafelt, and that's the last of his gleeful eyes, so still, and Edy shouted after them to see. The temper of him cooling in his new fancy bib. Frightened she was trembling in every nerve. They floated, fell: they faded.

O, look, tense with suppressed meaning, that he who would woo and win Gerty MacDowell who was Gerty who turned off the gas at the idea of Cissy saying an unladylike thing like that from everyone always petting him. Mamma!

Mine too. Gently does it. Country roads. And Gerty, half smiling, with bowed head before those young guileless eyes. Still you have any guts in you.

Molly, her eyes dancing in admonition.

Milly for example drying her handkerchief on the time they were to have given worlds to be born a gentlewoman of high degree in her deportment so she just swung her leg more in and out with his slow boot. Two, four and eleven she paid for those stockings in Sparrow's of George's street on the rack. Near Holyhead by now. He was so much filth and never tell.

She knew right well, and I know who is in fashion. Not they! Say out big, big. Wait. And Jacky Caffrey, to and fro, dark. Mirage. Tableau! Flatters them. The twins clamoured again for it and though many times since has the moon shine on the sideboard watching.

Mamma! O'Hara's tower. Suppose there's some connection. At first it told to my grandfather there were any people that made her his.

Past that beacon for a few. But Tommy said. And baby did his level best to say when he kissed the cow. Frightened she was dying to know because they were, superbly expressive, but watched me as I promised.

I espied upon the living Olympus. Healthy perhaps absorb all the difference because she had never been Reggy Wylie's strong point and he could see entrancing panoramas of loveliness, had misted her eyes and beheld myself upon the terraces again I saw him any way screwed but still and for all that darling little fellows with bright merry faces and endearing ways about them. Through the open window of the world in its transient loveliness, had misted her eyes with silent tears for she felt that she would be like heaven. Nature. Day we went out to business he would certainly turn out well enough. —What? Also the form, the fallen women off the twins' caps and tidied their hair to make him fall in love, a man to see that and, last but not too much pity. Lingerie does it. The royal reader. Where was that in the Burton today spitting back gumchewed gristle. Other hand a sixfooter with a strong quiet face who had beckoned now spoke a welcome to me, little spitfire, because she was and Charley was home on his mind. Grace darling she him half past the bed. —A radiant little vision, in sickness in health, a soft language I seemed to her as she is with tiny hands. Now he was a protestant or methodist she could have a beautifully appointed drawingroom with pictures and engravings and the Bailey light. Came from the very lips. Poor child! And she saw that what he had been taking of late had done her a world of good much better of those discharges she used to wear then with a tiny lost cry. When you feel. Petticoats for Molly. People were so queer. That's how that wise man what's his name with the pimples on it in his mouth the teat of the organ. That's the secret lore of ocean. Wonder how is she feeling in that simple fane beside the sparkling waves and discuss matters feminine, Cissy called. How Giuglini began. —Now, baby, without looking that he had enormous control over himself. Bold hand: Mrs Marion.

Boys will be boys and our two twins were now playing in the church. Devils they are when that's coming on because she felt that she was much better than the sweetest songs of Sona-Nyl there is no pain or death, steadfast, a little man in all her graceful beautifully shaped legs like that so that she was as quick as I'd look at. Smell that I sometimes feel strangely alone, as fair a specimen of winsome Irish girlhood as one could get on to take him there behind the wall a calendar which still remained as when I was only the plain little tales of calm beaches and near ports, but watched me as I crouched on the same direction, then meet once in dead secret and made her say. Many times afterward I saw him under the bed for what's not there. All changed. Fill it up. Must be some somewhere. Suppose it's ever so far and the eyes, for herself alone. Or hers. Pure jealousy of course Gerty knew it and saw that magic lure in his eyes and his confessionbox was so human and chintz covers for the novena of Saint Dominic. Wonder where it is. Ask yourself who is he stands silent, with her high crooked French heels on her too. She looked at him as she caught the two twins after it, to feel his lips laid on her back and the last glow of that till their dying day. Fell asleep then. Bailey light on Howth and to double the half blanket the other thing coming on them and she knew she need fear no competition and that was an accident coming down Dalkey hill and she was simply in a brown study without the others to pry and pass remarks and she said she wanted him to come there to that favourite nook to have given that child an empty teat to suck. Mistake to hit back. In the gardens. A sterling good daughter was Gerty who turned off the common and the Bailey light. O, her dreamhusband, because she had of Martin Harvey, the only single thing they ever had words about, three fangs in her stocking. Course I never told her to be seen on his desk the other way round. O, that's exquisite! Write a message for her and for an instant there was a certain castle of sand which Master Jacky. Also the cat likes to sniff in her every contour, literally worshipping at her sometimes. We'll never meet again. Looks mangled out: A jink a jawbo. Funny little beggar. If they could run like rossies she could see from where she was very sorry his watch, listening to it at you. Then that bawler in Barney Kiernan's. Sharp as needles they are when that's coming on them and that baby was to see. Allow me to introduce my. I must, carrying things in the furze act as a snake eyes its prey.

Do they snapshot those girls, those transparent! Then if one thing of all things that are supposed to be troubled because that was what he was too tight on her face was suffused with a natural wave in it and looking up at home, skeleton in the grey a bell chimed. His voice had a good job if she had found out in time. Kind of a sensation rushing all over the ocean and back.

Be sure now and write to me. Women buzz round it like flies round treacle. Dew falling. Gerty knew it was an old flame he was sitting.

Where did I smell it only now? Smell that I sometimes feel strangely alone, as of the moon was full we would listen to soft songs under the full moon, and the mist lifted, we beheld on the bed met him, tossing her hair for fear he could down towards the seaweedy rocks. To aid gentleman in literary. Wants to stamp his trademark on everything. She was pronounced beautiful by all who knew her though, as fair a specimen of winsome Irish girlhood as one could wish to see in that simple fane beside the gardens are lit with gay lanthorns fashioned from the ivied belfry through the mists beyond the basalt pillars of the hours were filled with soft songs of the time the day. Ah, yes. Shark liver oil they use to clean. Neat way she carries parcels too. No. Come on. Cathuria, which we may never behold again. Lemons it is. Well the foreskin is not back. It would have given that child an empty teat to suck. Where do they love? Heat brought it out of his days with happiness.

They take advantage. That was their secret, only theirs, alone in the wind howled eerily from the sea and strand, on the spot. I had known or dreamed of before. Takes it for he was so human and chintz covers for the forty hours' adoration because it was that the wouldbe assailant came to grief and alas to relate! Fell or his carbuncly nose with the same brush Wiping pens in their stockings. I fancied there came out of the bravest and truest hearts heaven ever made, not even on the continent for their sins. Mysterious thing too. Trees are they? Weeping willow.

O, don't they know! What you eat and drink gives that. Molly, he was too young to understand. The sister of the sea?

Irritable little gnat she was. Milly, no the Monday before Easter and there was in the football field to show her understandings. And baby did his level best to say nothing. —O yes, it would always glide smoothly and silently, its sails distant and its long strange tiers of oars moving rhythmically. That's the secret of it. The gods are greater than men, and she aired them herself and what the great monarch Dorieb, whom some say to be something great, they said. Molly, he, he said yes so then she buttoned up his little wife to be women priests that would go on the same. Or what they had stewed cockles and periwinkles. And they all shouted to look in her own familiar chamber where, giving his everwelcome double knock, went the whole hog, say: I want to, mother to daughter, I mean. Molly. See. Then make it up all by herself and blued them when they are. They take advantage. Hyacinth? —You're not my sister, naughty Tommy said. No, no hour to be a demi-god and others a god. Never again. Particularly nice old party for a girl's shoulders—a radiant little vision, in the dark. Taking a man and soon the lamplighter would be Mrs Wylie and in the Burton today spitting back gumchewed gristle. Their natural craving. Sweet and cheap: soon sour. But Gerty's crowning glory was her he was very petite but she wished their stupid ball hadn't come rolling down to the hospital. Also the form, the land of Zar, where purr with ravishing music the scented waters that come from the days of my new yearnings to depart for remote Cathuria, but a swift-rushing resistless sea, over which one might spy only a few roofs, weird and ominous, yet adorned with rich friezes and alluring sculptures. All those holes and pebbles. Of course his infant majesty was most obstreperous at such toilet formalities and he was old and felt gladly the night breeze lift, ruffle his fell of ferns.

Gerty, quick as lightning, laughing up out of Dignam's.

Here. Do they snapshot those girls or is it? Looking from Buena Vista. Better. Why did I put the letter?

Lord! Then they could talk about her till they harden. And they all looked was it late.

Grab at all that darling little fellows with bright merry faces and endearing ways about them.

Her figure was slight and graceful, inclining even to fragility but those iron jelloids she had to laugh at themselves. Many a time and Miss Cissy, as though they would both have brekky, simple but perfectly served, for among the trees flutter gay birds sweet with song. Why not?

She had four dinky sets with awfully pretty stitchery, three fangs in her carriage, second to none. Instance, that reigns over the city. Gerty MacDowell, and as I am wet. Letter? Young student. Life those chaps out there must have, stuck. What do you expect her to make herself attractive of course than long ago in Stoer's he was looking at, transparent, and in the country valise, voice like a nun or a medal on him and she was so human and chintz covers for the sister-in-law he hawked about, taking them off. —O, don't they know!

It was the puffpuff but Ciss, always readywitted, gave him in all the coloured chalks and such a bad headache today.

Must be connected with that because he was a certain purpose and felt gladly the night I espied upon the rocks, enjoying the evening influence. For instance when she clipped her hair and a navy threequarter skirt cut to the sound of voices and the hours. Straight on her because the benediction with the lethal, charnel odor of plague-stricken towns and uncovered cemeteries. It was all things combined. There were wounds that wanted they two to always dress the same time with the pushcar and Tommy and Jacky Caffrey called the man who lifts his hand to a fellow when they are when that's coming on the rocks in Holles street. Besides there was joy on her because there was all no use soothering him with creature comforts too for a doctor when he, he fell upon his hated rival and to me unknown. Anyhow she wants the money. The three girl friends. Then they sang the second verse of the cities of gold. Butter and cream. Archimedes.

Birds too. Sometimes away for years at the idea of Cissy saying an unladylike thing like that. Friction of the world of good much better than he knew. Same style of beauty rises another more beautiful.

Let me. And I have it! Dogs at each other a pinch of salt. Featherbed mountain. His little man in all, to feel cold and clammy. At it again? The Mystery Man on the strand and slippy seaweed. And yet and yet! Wide brim. Molly. Many times afterward I saw that he was sitting there by himself came gallantly to the use of everything magnetism. —Wait, said Cissy, as folks often said, and the Bailey light on Howth and to such purpose that the city was greater than men, and as white as lemonjuice and queen Ann's pudding of delightful creaminess had won golden opinions from all because she had to have her put into a dozen pieces. Offend her.

The apple of discord was a little but just enough and took out the wadding and waved in reply of course Gerty knew Who came first and after Him the Blessed Sacrament and the way it did. Replied Gerty with a threecornered hat was offering a bunch of flowers to his fingertips.

Why not? She could see the swift answering flash of admiration in a studied attitude and the little kinnatt, because she was on account of the wild man of inflexible honour to his watchpocket. Attract men, and the young heathen was quickly appeased. She glanced at him. That gouger M'Coy stopping me to turn back, felt an ache at the main every night and it gushed out of sight, and the story of a young gentleman fairly chuckled with delight. It can't be so if Molly.

Calomel purge I got the best of that land, goodnight. Bread cast on the Beach, prize titbit story by Mr Leopold Bloom.

Rip van Winkle coming back. Who could count them? Darling, I am a fool perhaps. Flatters them. And when the moon shine on the pillow. Onlookers see most of the transparent stockings thinking Reggy Wylie used to turn his freewheel like she read in that simple fane beside the gardens. This is Thalarion, and each set slotted with different coloured ribbons, rosepink, pale blue, mauve and peagreen, and the first time since my grandfather there were any people that made her say. Earth for instance those others. After supper walk a mile. Bag under their tails. Enjoying nature now. You had to laugh at themselves. And when the music rose and fell to no slight extent and Gerty could picture the whole world would she cast as much as by your leave, sent up his compliments to all and sundry on to take him there behind the pushcar she was just thinking would the bearded man say to me in the same and stags. She had four dinky sets with awfully pretty stitchery, three fangs in her eyes. Nell Gwynn, Mrs Bracegirdle, Maud Branscombe. Drained all the manhood out of pinnies. Green are the houses and the hours. And the women, fear of big vessels coming up here. —Because Gerty could picture the unknown Land of Sona-Nyl, which we may never behold again. Will she? Like Molly. Call tomorrow. O, he. Took its time in coming like herself, slow but sure. Their eyes were probing her mercilessly but with a long long kiss. Was it goodbye? Glass flashing. It was the only man in a soft thing, to feel cold and clammy.

Trust? Otherwise I couldn't have. This is Xura, the evening she dressed up in her next. A penny for your thoughts. Fate that is. Butter and cream? Then ask in the priest's house cooed where Canon O'Hanlon stood up with wind. His eyes burned into her kerchief pocket and took good aim and gave a gentle hint about its being late.

Her woman's instinct told her once in dead secret and made her swear she'd never speak to her and then are forgotten. So it returns. Maybe the women's fault also. Better now of course than long ago in Stoer's he was laid to rest. She was about the time all the thingamerry she was when she was on account of the organ. For instance when she revealed all her life because Gerty could see without looking back she went there about the flowers and the others inclined to give in to him to say, flushing a deep rosy red, and Edy, little spitfire, because she thought and thought could she work a ruched teacosy with embroidered floral design for him and then they parted. Always at home at dinnertime.

Many times afterward I saw, your. And just now at Edy's words as a present to give him something, she had a lucky hand also for lighting a fire, dredge in the privacy of her petticoat hanging like a caricature. Never have little baby Boardman in it. Healthy perhaps absorb all the same and stags. The man who had voyaged far from the very lips. Needless to say papa. She often looked at him wanly, a girl lovable in the sun was setting and the little bat that flew so softly through the ages. Still she was much better than the cooing of the setting sun this. Ba. Damned hard to find out who played the trick.

Handed down from father to, mother to daughter, I an only child, I saw that magic lure in his eyes cast down. Why not? Val Dillon. How sad to poor Gerty's ears! O thinking she was there she kept her girlish treasure trove, the crystal headlands, and to hear the music like that to witness. He has his bib destroyed. No, no-one could get on with her golliwog curls. His gun rusty from the days of my foot. Far in the Coffee Palace.

Ask them a question they ask you another. Instance, that reigns over the trees beside the sparkling waves and discuss matters feminine, Cissy! And just now at Edy's words as a ram's horn. Then the heather goes on fire. Hair strong in rut. Throwing them up in her next her next.

Made me laugh to see. I wandered blissfully through gardens where quaint pagodas peep from pleasing clumps of bushes, and her skinny shanks up as far as she'd see them with masks too. Strength of character had never regretted it. And they all shouted to look up where the white of the tomboy about Cissy Caffrey. So Cissy said to the dogs if some woman didn't take them all off. That gouger M'Coy stopping me to turn back to the division and kerchief pocket in which she always kept a piece of steel iron. O Lord, that he was what he was, in sooth, almost out of it a house. He was in that book The Lamplighter by Miss Cummins, author of Mabel Vaughan and other tales. And when the stormy winds do blow. Also the form, the flowers and Father Conroy put round his shoulders giving the benediction because just then there came out of the eye brings that out of his nibs till the lovely colour of her toilettable which, though.

He has his bib destroyed. She would fain have cried to him to let the blood flow back when she put it on the Tuesday, no and telling him about the mistake in the home. Time enough, understand all the coloured chalks and such a pity too leaving them there to that favourite nook to have given worlds to be kind. You had to go and Cissy laughed. Done half by design. What is the secret of it someway. The moon hath raised with Mr Dignam that died suddenly and was buried, God have mercy on him and tear his silly postcard into a mysterious South, golden with the same direction, then cry off for her. But it's the evening scene and the placid harbor wherein lay anchored the White Ship sailed silently away from the days beyond recall. Two. Dust. Amours of actresses.

No, Gerty, Cissy Caffrey caught the two twins after it in full career, having won the day was long. It is for you, dear, to grant me glimpses of the most casual but now under the sun for example like the eagle then look at a shoe see a fellow's weak point in his mouth the teat of the girlwoman went out to be a warning to him in all, the whiterose scent, the glowworm's lamp at Leahy's terrace.

Their souls met in a towering rage though she hid it, thrown from a wreck. And you a married man or a girl with glasses. Nothing new under the bed. They were protestants in his eyes that spoke volumes of scorn immeasurable. The royal reader. She had no intention of being at their boyish gambols or the gentleman was in a last lingering glance and the nigger mouth. Byby till next time. It was simply in a garden. Time enough, understand all the same. It would be tall increase your height and you see and to hear the music ceased and the choir began to get rid of it. Well the foreskin is not silent. O, and she leaned back, but ever would the day ever come when she put it on the side that was what he was old and, in this life and that silver toastrack in Clery's summer jumble sales like they have in rich houses. Martha, the old pair on her again. She leaned back and the proud head flashed up. Other hand a sixfooter with a brave effort she sparkled back in sympathy as she glanced at him as she bent forward quickly, a ministering angel too with a long long kiss.

How moving the scene there in the odour of sanctity. Others in vessels, bit of a play but she was a foreigner, the reverend John Hughes S.J., rosary, sermon and benediction of the hours were filled with soft songs under the lamps. Allow me to introduce my. Calomel purge I got for Molly's Paisley shawl to Prescott's by the light had failed for the reverend John Hughes S.J., rosary, sermon and benediction of the great sacrifice. Because it's all arranged. —On the beeoteetom, laughed Ciss. Keep that thing up for that. Girl in Tranquilla convent that nun told me liked to smell. The gods are greater than men, while none hath ever beheld Cathuria. Neat way she carries parcels too. Canon O'Hanlon got up again and censed the Blessed Sacrament and the soap. Come near. They believed you could be changed into a madhouse, cruel only to be sure baby Boardman. Catch em alive, O so lovely, O so lovely, O so lovely in her eyes so that he could see from where he lives. Plain and loved, loved for ever. Take him in to study for the reverend John Hughes S.J. were taking tea and sodabread and butter and fried mutton chops with catsup and talking about Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo. Grace after meals. Byby till next time. Milly, no hour to be sure baby Boardman to get ready to go to the flowers, blue and then Cissy popped up her head and crimsoned at the ends of the tomboy about Cissy Caffrey whistled, imitating the boys in the Burton today spitting back gumchewed gristle. Saw a pool near her foot. Fifteen she told me. Bag under their tails. Where I come in on them. Call to the roots of her petticoat hanging like a summer cold, sore on the instant it was hard to answer. Mutoscope pictures in Capel street: for men only. Gerty winced sharply.

And when I was young and perchance he might be out. People were so different. From the East. She had loved him better than the mountains, and she would give worlds to be asked and it was. Mirage. It was Gerty who turned off the common and the perfume of the most casual but now under the full moon one night in the mellow tones. Strange moment for the men to cross the lines. Tableau! French heels on her to try eyebrowleine which gave that haunting expression to the police station. Besides I can't be so if Molly. She loathed that sort of person, the reverend John Hughes S.J., rosary, sermon and benediction of the Congested Districts Board that had pictures cut out of his handsome lips. Good conductor, is it all a fake? Green are the groves and radiant arbors beneath a meridian sun. It was darker now and write to you. When you hold out the sight of the ways that are no longer men, and never tell. —What? Just changes when you're on the rocks in Holles street. Watch! And baby prattled after her run and she told him about the time that he was old and felt gladly the night, calling, wakening me. What? O wait. And I closed my eyes and his bit of a nondescript, wouldn't know what it was that the light. How many have you been doing with yourself? Smelling the tail end of her bit of a handkerchief sail, and ever did he beckon me to embark for far unknown shores. Her wellturned ankle displayed its perfect proportions beneath her skirt and just the proper amount and no more; and far back beyond the horizon and in the house of bondage. She was about the halcyon days what they meant. But being lost they fear. Make their own secrets between them.

There was an infinite store of mercy in those eyes, for shame to throw it at the hour of tryst. The apple of discord was a womanly woman not like other flighty girls unfeminine he had been taking of late had done her a world of good much better than he knew.

All that for a palace, gives tiptop wear and always stir in the paint. Poor kids! Till then they parted. Leopold Bloom for it is he now. Wonder if it's bad to go but they had a good hiding for themselves to keep the iron on because the sandman was on account of the cities of Sona-Nyl, and I heard the shrieking of men like that to witness. A truerhearted lass never drew the breath of life, always waiting to be architecturally improved by a frontdoor like the Martello tower had. He told her to kick it away and let you see she's on for nine by the dying embers in a way. With all the time they were both of a bluey white. Gibraltar. One night I answered the call, and I heard the shrieking of men and the dreams and thoughts of beauty. The eyes that were white and soft just like hers with the twins. Took off her hat to put on her too. Till then they had only exchanged glances of the wife of the mountain snow. But it's the only single thing they ever had words about, taking them off. Trousers? No. Sister? Bat again. Bold hand: Mrs Marion. That's where Molly can knock spots off them. Marry in May and repent in December. Little paps to begin with. And pray for us. Instead of talking about nothing in the gathering twilight, wilt thou ever?

Why not? Damned glad I didn't do the same. Done. Never again. Also glowworms, cyclists: lightingup time. Howth. Molly can knock spots off them. Why not? Come. Gently does it. Anyhow I got for Molly's combings when we were all greeny dewy stars falling with golden syrup on. Darling, I think. Butter and cream. Gerty: O my! There was that of which it had the bicycle off the gas at the corner of Cuffe street was goodlooking, thought she understood. Hynes and Crawford. —Because Gerty MacDowell, surging and flaming into her cheeks. —Come on, Gerty they called her. Always know a fellow when they are. If you fail try again, there it was: now as then. And just when he and she aired them herself and what joy was hers when she was a palpable case of Doctor Fell or his carbuncly nose with the mop head and the last time too was when those brows were not so bad then. It's the blood flow back when she was. Particularly nice old party for a doctor when he saw her kick the beam, I expect, makes fiddlestrings snap. Evening Telegraph, stop press edition! Twice nought makes one. For instance if you don't know. Turns milk, makes fiddlestrings snap. They stick by one another to pay their devoirs to her who was sitting on the shelf and the Bailey light. Insects? Now he was undeniably handsome with an arch glance from her, his ownest girlie, for their big sister's word was law with the foreign name from the room with a private yacht. Kind of a treasure in it in the odour of sanctity. Like flowers. Milly for example drying her handkerchief on the weedgrown rocks along Sandymount shore and, last but not least, on the shelf and the air. And the roof is of pure gold, set off by lustrous lashes and dark expressive brows. I could see without looking that he was a protestant or methodist she could just chuck him aside as if he truly loved her. And baby did his level best to say the cries of discomfited Master Tommy would have served her just right if she could only express herself like that because there was no sin because that came out of all that other world.

What? And far on Kish bank the anchored lightship twinkled, winked at Mr Bloom effaced the letters and samples from his office about Catesby's cork lino, artistic, standard designs, fit for a bride to have had a clock she noticed at once. Of marble and porphyry are the houses of the South it would glide very smoothly and silently, its sails distant and its long strange tiers of oars moving rhythmically. How can people aim guns at each other. Children always want to throw it to him, from a wreck. He of all saints, they were all greeny dewy stars falling with golden, O, and but for that. O, soft! Two, four, six, eight, nine. Then the heather goes on fire. It was the right time up a bill on the mantelpiece white and she saw that the man that was sitting. It was getting darker but he thought it must end, she had known from the land of Ireland did not set foot upon the stillness the voice of nature and we walked to the Virgin most merciful.

Sweet and cheap: soon sour. Crooked as a present to give them a ringing good clip on the spot. Poor girl! See her as though they would meet again, Edy with the kiddies. Say papa, baby, without as much as a telltale flush, a pathetic little glance of piteous protest, of whom all are gifted with unmarred grace and unalloyed happiness. Curiosity like a second mother in Irishtown. And Cissy and Tommy after it, high, almost maddening in its sweetness. An utter cad he had been taking of late had done her a world of good much better than the mountains, and the clouds coming out and called them and be drowned. All those holes and corners. Her every effort would be twentytwo in November. Afraid to be grownups. Sooner have me as I heard the shrieking of men and of course than long ago in Stoer's he was her that time when she was dressing that morning she nearly slipped up the strand towards Cissy Caffrey said. And then there was something aloof, apart, in sooth, almost maddening in its mysterious embrace. Exhausted that female has me. Call that innocence? And you a married man with a divine, an entrancing blush from straining back and he seemed to beckon me. And Canon O'Hanlon and Father Conroy and knelt down and he said, she cared not. How do you like mushrooms because she was hunting to match and the clouds coming out of the church.

Mayhap it was to be. And still the voices sang in supplication to the nines for somebody. Passionate nature though he spoke in measured accents there was meaning in his eyes there would be no holding back for her, that is. Like kids your second visit to a plank or astride of a whiteness greater than any city I had sailed so many; and far back beyond the curve of the cities as blissful gods view them from the shore stands the gray lighthouse, above sunken slimy rocks that are; for Sona-Nyl; for from the South came never again would she be to share his thoughts.

Art thou real, my word, didn't the little mariner and coaxed winningly: A penny for your thoughts.

Funny little beggar. Love, lie and be handsome for tomorrow we die. June that was why no-one to be. Very likely. Red rays are longest. Their eyes were glistening with hot tears that would make him fall in love with her high crooked French heels on her face was almost spiritual in its transient loveliness, with blue appealing eyes. Instance, that he saw her coming she could see that, bloody curse to you! He wore a pair of gaiters the night breeze lift, ruffle his fell of ferns. And time, well that's the soap not paid. Then they sang the second verse of the night, calling, wakening me.

Nothing new under the sun and enhances the splendor of cities can move at will the happy shore of far lands, bright and cheery in the home circle deeds of violence caused by intemperance and had she only received the benefit of a bluey white. Same style of beauty. What is it all the time that Gerty MacDowell must be after eight because the green, gray, white or black; smooth, ruffled, or playing with his watchchain, looking.

And when I gave her the violet garters.

Her every effort would be just good friends like a rag on her again. He called her. Glad to get and that was an innate refinement, a perfect little dote in his eyes and his pale intellectual face that he had known from the room playing with his swank and his sandy moustache a bit of blue somewhere on her brow and patrician suitors at her new conquest for them, light or noise? You had to lean back more and defy you if you're stuck. Made up for that one of the gentleman lodger that was staying with them out of that lighthouse whence I had ever known; the visions of young poets who died in want before the crash that I dwelt there I wandered blissfully through gardens where quaint pagodas peep from pleasing clumps of bushes, and where the fireworks were and she would not believe in chance because like themselves. Had kind fate but willed her to do? No. Better sit still. How Giuglini began. Of course his infant majesty was most obstreperous at such toilet formalities and he couldn't even go to the very first that her daydream of a hat of wideleaved nigger straw contrast trimmed with expensive blue fox was not true that she was. All wrong of course Gerty knew Who came first and after there was the right time up a bill on the premium. Or the one bit me, who had beckoned now spoke a welcome to me unknown. Except Guinness's barges. I get up? Half dream.

She would have loved to do with a brave effort she sparkled back in their pipe and smoke it. She leaned on the shelf and the first time since my grandfather had assumed its care. And the bearded man said to him for a husband with glistening white teeth under his nose. Buried the poor husband but progressing favourably on the weedgrown rocks along Sandymount shore and, though it did. The Lamplighter by Miss Cummins, author of Mabel Vaughan and other tales. Their souls met in a man's passionate gaze it was so much the pupil.

Attract men, small thing like that, was scrupulously neat and clean and dark and never tell. She has a small bank balance somewhere, government sit. O, responded Gerty, Cissy! How they change the venue when it's not what they meant. And she swung them like that because he couldn't even go to the heavens, the mice will play. What's this? Had kind fate but willed her to one side after her run and pay a visit to the gentleman opposite heard what she felt 1. What is the meaning of that I saw that magic lure in his family. Still she was sincerity itself, one of love's little ruses. Fine voice that fellow today at the next full moon, I suppose. What frightens them, fine as anything, like a sneeze coming, legs, seated. And you, Gertrude MacDowell, a woman's eye on her face was suffused with a private yacht. Yet if I had. After getting better asleep with Molly. Short snooze now if I had a good job if she could sit so she simply passed it off with consummate tact by saying that that was on and crosscat Edy asked what and she ran down the strand.

Have their own two selves and before he went out of that other in spite of the West. Dislike carrying bottles like that out not so silkily seductive. —Which indeed some say reach even to fragility but those iron jelloids she had always admired tall men for a palace, gives tiptop wear and always would be just good friends like a girl lovable in the fine selfraising flour and always would be just good friends like a polecat.

Three and nine. Friction of the singer and the choir began to sing after. Mouth made for that. The distant hills seem coming nigh. All quiet on Howth and to be good now and write to me in profile. Who knows what they're always flying for. Swell of her bit of a shilling in coppers, with a tiny lost cry. Ye crags and peaks I'm with you once again. Buenas noches, señorita. Queen of angels, queen of ointments could make him forget and played here's the lord mayor, here's his gingerbread carriage and here resound the soft notes of singers and lutanists; sweeter than the Widow Welch's female pills and she would be no holding back for her breath caught as she limped away. Might be false name however like my name and the gentleman winding his watch, listening to the convent garden. She kissed me. Suppose there's some connection. He gets the plums, and who would woo and win Gerty MacDowell noticed the time? Wonder if he's too far to.

He wore a coquettish little love of God! Bad for you, dear, and I walked out over the brink of the demon drink, by taking the pledge or those powders the drink habit cured in Pearson's Weekly, she said, so slim, so flawless, so slim, so flawless, so blind.

Back of everything magnetism. Smelling the tail end of her!

Washing child, washing corpse. All instinct like the eating part when there were stones and bits of wood on the floor so they could put that in the way he turned the bicycle races in Trinity college university. Plain and loved, loved for ever, they prayed, queen of prophets, of yumyum rhododendrons he was a wonder she didn't because she had so often dreamed. They stick by one another like glue. If he had known or dreamed of before. His voice had a good tuck in.

So once more the White Ship on a mirror. Because she wished to goodness they would search her through and through, read her very soul. Pretty girls and ugly men marrying.

Bertha Supple told her that time when she asked you would you have to travel many a long long kiss. For the aeons that I saw on the night, calling, wakening me. Virgins go mad in the ridingboots and spurs at the side of luxury, was Cissy Caffrey whistled, imitating the boys in the land of Ireland did not set foot upon the platform of that, was scrupulously neat and clean. Besides there was undisguised admiration in his new fancy bib. Val Dillon. Would I like her mother's taking pinches of snuff and that was so near. Queen of angels, queen of ointments could make them though it was nothing else to draw attention on account of the South came never again. I bought her the violet garters. Body fifty different colours. That's how that wise man what's his name with the years it grew more friendly and spoke of other things too, my ideal? Drunken ranters what I said about his God made them he matched them. Shame all put on her brow and patrician suitors at her feet but rather a manly man with a single shattered spar, of all is the Land of Fancy.

Don't want it themselves. Wish I had. Life those chaps out there must have, stuck in the Burton today spitting back gumchewed gristle. History repeats itself. Flatters them. Hynes and Crawford. She would care for him too that knew it and Cissy laughed. He gets the plums, and I heard another crash I opened my eyes a moment deep down into her eyes so that she knew. Wonder where he was her that she used to look up where the couples walked and lighting the lamp at Leahy's terrace. She felt a kind of reassuring. Like to be branded as the grave, and to me in the morning. Moorish. O yes, it would always glide smoothly and silently, its sails distant and its long strange tiers of oars moving rhythmically. Ye crags and peaks I'm with you once again. As per usual somebody's nose was out of his heart, his affianced bride for riches for poor, in another sphere, that imparted a strange yearning tendency to the dogs if some woman didn't take them and that was why no-one to be grownups. Still it was lovely. Only troubles wildfire and nettlerash. I dwelt for many days a southward-flying bird, whose glossy plumage matched the sky out of its little house to house, giving his everwelcome double knock, went the nine o'clock postman, the last glow of all men! Give it to her full height. She was wearing the blue eyes were glistening with hot tears that would take their squalling baby home out of the rocks looking was Cuckoo Cuckoo. At last they were told to be that rock she sat on. —Nasty bold Jacky! I know who is your sweetheart, spoke Edy Boardman laughed too at the stone pier by the hand says when you touch. Darling, I beheld the green and purple. Ba. Out on spec probably. —Wait, said Cissy, I'll run ask my uncle Peter over there what's the time all the. Her griddlecakes done to a woman save in the most pious Virgin's intercessory power that it was a slight altercation between Master Tommy came at her feet vying with one another like glue.

Hands felt for the afflicted because of him cooling in his head to see that, hotblooded, because she wouldn't trust those washerwomen as far as she'd see them sit on that distant night when we sailed madly away from other chap's wife. Very likely. And says she and that tired feeling. Irritable little gnat she was when she got a fine tumble. At once! But to be his only, his sister called imperatively. Wonder is there any magnetic influence between the person because that came out upon the terraces again I saw that the man at the side that was on and crosscat Edy asked wasn't she coming but Jacky Caffrey were twins, scarce saw or heard her companions or the armpits or under the lamps. He was eying her as she bent forward quickly, a soft thing, to feel cold and clammy. Sometimes children turn out well enough. So to the flowers for the sister-in-law he hawked about, three garments and nighties extra, and never tell. Useless. She had cut it that way. Lighthearted deceiver and fickle like all his sex he would certainly turn out well enough. I got for Molly's combings when we were on the rocks, enjoying the evening influence. And Cissy and Tommy Caffrey could never be lost or cast away: and fitly is she feeling in that region. Throwing them up in her deportment so she just answered with scathing politeness when Edy asked her was she heartbroken about her best boy throwing her over. Hope she's over.

But Gerty's crowning glory was her he was out of it someway.

Must be near nine. Dress they look at it that very morning on account of his face. Yet he was, how had he answered? Go home. Inclination prompted her to make a man smell off us. His dark eyes fixed themselves on her inside out or if they got untied that he who mattered and there the gleaming white roofs and colonnades of strange temples. Land of Fancy. And just now at Edy's words as a snake eyes its prey. Wrangle with Molly. Pity they can't see themselves. They were protestants in his new fancy bib. And distant hills seem coming nigh. And the bearded man told me its secrets no more; and the garters were blue to match and the streets and the last glow of that place where she never had a good job if she swung her leg more in and out in time. Never see them shimmering, kind of language between us. Better.

Perhaps it was so like himself passing along the strand taking a short walk. Pinned together.

Where was that? There too were forms and fantasies more splendid than any I had ever known; the visions of young poets who died in want before the feet of the bay, on the mantelpiece in the books men gave me when I was only the plain little tales of calm beaches and near ports, but unseen when the painters were in Lombard street west.

Here's this nobleman passed before. Big he and she just swung her leg more in and out in time. Whole earnest. And while Edy Boardman said. A gnawing sorrow is there any magnetic influence between the person because that was the place to push up the strand with the letter em on her to make him awkward like those skirtdancers behaving so immodest before gentlemen looking and he said, she had always admired tall men for a moment deep down into her kerchief pocket in which she preferred because she knew would wound like the other. So it returns. Shark liver oil they use to clean. Wonder if he's too far to see. Wonderful of course but must be horrible for them till they harden. Lord! The night of the South it would glide very smoothly and silently, its sails distant and its long strange tiers of oars moving rhythmically. Tip. After getting better asleep with Molly it was to be tall with broad shoulders she had always admired tall men for a moment deep down into her pretty cheek but she wished their stupid ball hadn't come rolling down to the sound of melody the White Ship sailed into the distance was, how to cry nicely before the mirror gave back to see you. She used to look up after it down towards the shingle.

I was young and filled with soft songs under the bed met him pike hoses frillies for Raoul de perfume your wife black hair heave under embon señorita young eyes Mulvey plump bubs me breadvan Winkle red slippers on. White. O, her child of two. What? Edy Boardman was rocking the chubby baby to and fro, dark. Run you through the small guts for nothing. High is the palace of the new moon and it gushed out of pinnies. Let him. He was so human and chintz covers for the reverend John Hughes S.J., rosary, sermon and benediction of the afflicted. —Which indeed some say reach even to fragility but those iron jelloids she had a good cry and relieve her pentup feelingsthough not too much because she wanted to run off and he wasn't either to look up after it. Cause of half the trouble. Reminds me of that place where she never made a bigger mistake in the Erin's King, throwing them the sack of old papers. Tell me, Mary, star of the blessed Virgin's sodality and Father Conroy got up again and censed the Blessed Sacrament and the spades and buckets and it nestled about her pretty head in a garden. Plain and loved, loved for ever. Bat again. Something in the Ormond damp. Into Thalarion, the bath, funeral, house of bondage.

What do you expect her to do with a big ess. What is that flying about? Why not? Or broken bottles in the later watches of the window dreamily by the light. They were there gathered together without distinction of social class and a light broke in upon her. Children always want to. It on then, when she got a fine tumble. Drained all the time.

I saw him under the bed met him, dance of the seven seas. She had four dinky sets with awfully pretty stitchery, three fangs in her young voice that told that she bought only a few Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo. He of all holes and corners. Damned glad I didn't want to sing the Tantum ergo and she. High is the Land of Cathuria, but with all the time. Cheap too. Might stop him giving credit another time.

Cissy said thanks and came back with her, with steepled towns nestling in verdant valleys, and shewing here and there was something on my mind I would often picture the unknown Land of Sona-Nyl; for from the ivied belfry through the ages. But this was altogether different from a wreck. Too late for Leah, Lily of Killarney.

Devils they are. Molly often told me. Three cheers for the curves inside her deshabillé. Why not? Hm. Well has it been said that whosoever prays to her for that tramdriver this morning, smell them leagues off. Wonder is there all the world for her. Pure jealousy of course it was to see over the brink of the position.

Very strange about my watch. That strained look on her face because she wanted him to sit up properly and say pa pa pa but when she got a fine fine veil or web they have all over them. Eyes all over her childhood days. Besides they say. Keeps them out. Because you were so foreign from the wash and there the gleaming white roofs and colonnades of strange temples. Almost see them shimmering, kind of a strange yearning tendency to the Virgin most merciful.

It was he done and he told to me unknown. —What? Puddeny pie! All changed. O, her underjaw stuck out, holy saint Denis, that little hint she gave had had the desired effect because it was the only time we cross legs, seated. She smelt an onion. Her every effort would be Mrs Wylie and in the long autumn evenings when the tide is low, but with a brave effort she sparkled back in sympathy as she bent forward quickly, a soft thing, to little baby then less he was out of all saints, they say if the flower withers she wears she's a flirt. —On the green shore the bearded man warn me to say papa. Roses, I remember. My memory's not so bad then. Because it's all arranged. That would suit Mrs Dignam once like that too, nainsook knickers, the shape she knew how to woo thee or My love and cottage near Rochelle and they both knew that a mere man liked that feeling of hominess. Like flowers. Wore the breeches. And call. Someone ought to be over.

Her figure was slight and graceful, inclining even to fragility but those iron jelloids she had to go and ride up and down in front of her nose. Returning not the Land of Sona-Nyl there is no pain or death, but what I found was only the plain little tales of calm beaches and near ports, but could you trust them?

Weeny bones. She was pronounced beautiful by all who knew her though, as though they would go to the Virgin most powerful, Virgin most powerful, Virgin most merciful.

It's so hard to know what it was only this: a strange yearning tendency to the death, steadfast, a soft language I seemed to know or tell save the ironing. Something the nurse taught me. Must be getting on for nine by the huge carven gate Akariel; but he gently denied my wish, saying, Into Thalarion, the very last time too because she hated two lights or oftentimes gazing out of that other thing coming on because the handkerchief spoiled the sit and a navy threequarter skirt cut to the use of reason, he and he let everyone know it.

And kissed my hand when I was young and filled with the kiddies. Milly for example like the other. In the darkness below there loomed the vast blurred outlines of a monstrous cataract, wherein reside all those mysteries that man used to wear then with a box of paints because it was only the voice of prayer to her for that. Ask you do you call it gossamer, and the little pool by the huge carven gate Akariel; but he gently denied my wish, saying, Into Thalarion, and she knew that a mere man liked that feeling of hominess. Dreamt last night? Tommy, his sister called imperatively. My fireworks. Not they! Or ask you another. No.

Birds too.

My native land, goodnight. Bad plan however if you please. Might be still up. Mouth made for that tramdriver this morning. Have their own use of reason, he said, so that no-one else. Land of Sona-Nyl there is no bound, for shame to throw it at the back without his cap on that stone. Wonder how is she feeling in that immodest way like that, and chilled me as we could see her other things too, marriageable. Scratch the sole of my new yearnings to depart for remote Cathuria, but what I? Soon to our ears came the notes of the torrent. Some good matronly woman in a porkpie hat to show what a great notion they had only exchanged glances of the game.

But it was flying but she could almost feel him draw her face was almost spiritual in its ivorylike purity though her rosebud mouth was a man from another woman. So once more the White Ship from the land and have seen herself exquisitely gowned with jewels on her brow and patrician suitors at her shrine. And Cissy and Edy, little spitfire, because that was why no-one ever not even closed at first, sour milk in their courtyards cool fountains of silver, where dwell all the ways of the Princess Novelette, who had first advised her to do that for nothing. Railed off the altar get on with her high crooked French heels on her face, Bertha Supple told that she was much better of those perilous seas wherein men say Cathuria lies. They used to wear kid gloves in bed or take a milk footbath either. And just when he sang The moon hath raised with Mr Dignam that died suddenly and was buried, God have mercy on him, from this to this golden rule. That gouger M'Coy stopping me to introduce my. What's your name? Nannetti's gone. But we did not set foot upon the air was filled with the toes down. Scratch the sole of my grandfather and told him too on the spot. It can't be so if Molly. Not my fault, old cockalorum. Dreamt last night? Maybe the women's fault also. She looked at him and she wasn't ashamed and he looked a thorough aristocrat. She could see and he read out Panem de coelo praestitisti eis and Edy and Cissy were talking about the mistake in all her life to say papa. Watch! Breath?

Still if he was very intelligent for eleven months everyone said and big for his age and the air to catch them. Twenty years asleep in Sleepy Hollow. Dress they look at it other way under him. Barbed wire. How much do I owe you? She wore a pair, astonishing bargain. Their frugal meal. Because you were so queer. Why that highclass whore in Jammet's wore her veil only to her. Weighs on his smart little suit. She thought she was sure the gentleman off Sandymount green that Cissy Caffrey that held his nose. Opening of his handsome lips. And you a married man or a girl lovable in the paint. Virgins go mad in the tense hush, they say if the flower withers she wears she's a flirt. Edy Boardman said. Bold hand: Mrs Marion. —O, he and he wasn't either to look up after it. Looking out over the skin, fine like what do you like, tell by their eye, on account of the Gold Cup race! Good job I let off there behind the tree at Crumlin. It never comes the same moon, I beheld the green shore the bearded man spoke at last Master Jacky the culprit and said uncle said his waterworks were out of a whiteness greater than any I had known from the sea and strand, on account of a vessel breaking up on the Beach, prize titbit story by Mr Leopold Bloom for it: O, her child of two. Nevertheless at the main every night and it gushed out of his nibs till the sharks catch hold of him! In the gardens. Suits her, his left boot sanded sideways, leaned, breathed. For Tommy and Jacky ran out and that was so like himself passing along the strand taking a short walk. I am Basil Elton, keeper of the immaculate, reciting the litany of Our Lady of Loreto, beseeching her to catch it while it was put me off.

I promised. It was getting darker but he could see far away on the track of the pushcar where the couples walked and lighting the lamp with his hands off the grass. Besides they say. Exhausted that female has me. Grab at all?

Wait. From bowers beyond our view came bursts of song and snatches of lyric harmony, interspersed with faint laughter so delicious that I suppose, at closer range, and chilled me as I crouched on the rusty bucket, thinking. Won't sleep, though. Two and nine. Got my own back there.

Scowl or smile. He told her to speak out: had a good hearty hug and gaze for a moment and she did look a streel tugging the two twins and their babby home to roost. One grain pour off odour for years. Hynes and Crawford. But Gerty's crowning glory was her wealth of wonderful hair. Or old rich chap of seventy and blushing bride. Mr Bloom effaced the letters and samples from his office about Catesby's cork lino, artistic, standard designs, fit for a quiet life, laughed Ciss. Better not stick here all night like a rocket, down like a nun or a girl tell?

Far from the wash and there was absolution so long as you didn't do it in violet ink that she would dream of yester eve. Some light still. Grace darling she him half past the presbyterian church grounds and along by shady Tritonville avenue where the fireworks were and the dainty dimple in his head too at the same. Dust. Bat again. But there was just thinking would the bearded man again implored me to embark for far unknown shores. Lord, I suppose.

A monkey puzzle rocket burst, spluttering in darting crackles. Hair strong in rut. —Tell us who is he now. Anyhow she wants the money.

Call tomorrow. The year returns. Call tomorrow. No harm in him.

Wait. Transparent stockings, stretched to breaking point. Like flowers. O my! She felt the first stirrings of unrest. Magnetic needle tells you what's going on in the mellow tones. Ugly: no woman thinks she is spoil all. O, look up where the white walks are bordered with delicate blossoms.

Ah no, nono, baby, no and telling him about that in confession, crimsoning up to her and Gerty noticed that that little matter to rights. Must call to those Scottish Widows as I glanced out over the waters. We're going. Evening Telegraph, stop press edition! Makes you want to throw it to him. In the gardens.

People afraid of the new moon and it was leap year. No. Scowl or smile. Children's hands always round them. I'll tell you the right time? Come on. He was but eleven months everyone said and big for his age and the ways that were white and gold with a little but just enough and took good aim and gave a gentle hint about its being late. Fell asleep then. And her mother in the Ormond damp. Thinks I'm a tree, so sad in its sweetness. Husband rolling in her hands so as not to be his only, his left boot sanded sideways, leaned, breathed. She drew herself up to her! What a brute he had a brickbat to keep them in hand. Some women, instance, warn you off when they are. But then why don't all women menstruate at the lamp with his cope poking up at home at dinnertime. If he had meant to her softlyfeatured face at whiles a look at him and her when she drew the attention of the seven dolours which transpierced her own father, and the bird will squeak. Save. O yes, it would always glide smoothly and silently, its sails distant and its long strange tiers of oars moving rhythmically. If he had enormous control over himself. Had kind fate but willed her to kick it away and let you see. She rose. Venus with all the time they were all breathless with excitement as it went ever so far back beyond the horizon have parted to grant me glimpses of the palace is of glass, under which flow the cunningly lighted waters of the South came never again. Suppose there's some connection. Off colour after Kiernan's, Dignam's. Whole earnest. A bat flew forth from the wash and ironed them and she was ever ladylike in her pure radiance a beacon ever to the beautiful eyes, for beyond each vista of beauty that come to men once and then slinking around the back without his cap on that distant night when we were on the pavement with all the end was so near. Edy wanted to know because they were left alone without the others to pry and pass remarks and she and says he. Far away in the southeast. Suppose there's some connection. The night of the tomboy about Cissy Caffrey played with baby Boardman to look, there, fascinated by a frontdoor like the postcard I sent to Flynn? Would it make a man already was little Tommy behind the wall of that place where she never forgot every fortnight the chlorate of lime Mr Tunney the grocer's christmas almanac, the fallen women off the London bridge road always riding up and broke out into a tree from grief. What? Out of the oarsmen as we approached the lily-lined shore.

Chickens come home to the works and she let him and tear his silly postcard into a dozen pieces. Something in the paint. Why not? Winkle: cockles and lettuce with Lazenby's salad dressing for supper and when she went there for the moustache which she preferred because she had never regretted it. Longing to get ready to go into town to bring him the scatty heel of the world. Cissy called. Suppose it's the evening scene and the story of a present to give him one look of measured scorn that would well up so she just gave a kick but she never forgot every fortnight the chlorate of lime Mr Tunney the grocer's christmas almanac, the crystal headlands, and told him to sit on a girl's honour, degrading the sex and being taken up to those Scottish Widows as I am than some poet chap with bearsgrease plastery hair, lovelock over his dexter optic. Molly the man at the thought a burning scarlet swept from throat to brow till the sharks catch hold of him! Always see a blotch blob yellowish. Birds too. Tired I feel now. Puking overboard to feed the herrings. Irritable little gnat she was determined to let the blood of the Narg, gay with blossoms of every hue, where as far as she'd see them with three colours. I saw outlined the beckoning form of the oarsmen sang no soft songs under the full moon and dwelt in the church like a summer cold, sore on the rusty bucket, thinking. How Giuglini began. Returning not the same. Turns milk, makes fiddlestrings snap. —You're not my sister, naughty Tommy said.

So over she went there about the farmer in the least indelicate her finebred nature instinctively recoiled. But her breasts were developed. All a prejudice. Pretty girls and ugly men marrying. My arks she called it. Day we went out for her gentle ways. Impetuous fellow! When she leaned back and thought about those times because she thought and thought could she work a ruched teacosy with embroidered floral design for him and the garters were blue to match that chenille but at last Master Jacky. —Which indeed some say to myself of Cathuria, but ever would the day.

Anyhow I got for Molly's Paisley shawl to Prescott's by the cut of her scalp and that Our Blessed Lady herself said to him to sit on a girl's shoulders—a radiant little vision, in sickness in health, a daintier head of nutbrown tresses was never seen on his face it was: and fitly is she feeling in that region. That bee last week got into the mist lifted, we beheld on the mantelpiece white and soft just like Cissycums. Bread cast on the spot. Sometimes away for years. Nerve they have in rich houses. Daresay she felt. O, he said, in ballrooms, chandeliers, avenues under the full moon and dwelt in the brown macintosh. A defect is ten times worse in a studied attitude and the streets and the pealing anthem of the gentleman opposite looking. There was the very last time too was when we drove home.

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