Just Like a Woman - Part 1
A Roger Taylor x Reader Fic
Summary: You and Roger were once in love when you were young. Only, he went on to be a rock star, and you went on to be a lawyer. Now, quite against your will, you’re representing him in his divorce.
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A/N: Here we are! The full first part of my new fic is here! Thanks for all the great feedback on the preview, and I hope you all enjoy this :D
Warning(s): None :)
Part 1 here we go!!!
“You want to sue him?”
“Yes.”
“For his thoughts?”
“Yes.”
You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose.
“Look, I don’t know how exactly things work in America, Miss Thomas, but in England, you can’t sue someone just for thinking about you,” you said as calmly as you could manage.
“It’s not just that he was thinking about me, it’s what he was thinking,” Miss Thomas argued flatly. “I’m penile psychic. I know he was thinking about making love to me, which I find absolutely disgusting and inappropriate. It severely distressed me.”
Her inexpressive face told you she felt nothing, least of all distress.
“I don’t understand what you’re going for here,” you said. “Emotional distress or sexual harassment?”
“Both,” she said.
“Sexual harassment won’t make it,” you explained. “You’re his boss, it’s not designed that way. And let’s say it was, has he actually said anything to you that was inappropriate?”
“No, how many times do I have to say this?” she complained, rolling her eyes. “It was in his thoughts, I know it.”
You sighed. “On both these counts we would need some sort of action. Your supernatural penis abilities won’t hold up in court as proof, it’s that simple.”
“Look, I have money, you’re an attorney, do your job,” she snapped.
“I can’t if I -” you began, but your boss interrupted with three quick raps on your office door.
“Bill, I’m in the middle of a meeting with a client,” you told him.
“Ditch it, that case is rubbish anyway, I’ve got something better for you,” he said.
“Excuse me!” Miss Thomas protested, turning to face him.
“You’re the one who told me to take it!” you argued. “I told you it was rubbish from the start!”
“Hey!” Miss Thomas cried, only to continue being ignored.
“What’s this new case, then?” you asked.
“Believe me, you want it,” Bill continued. “It’s a divorce case, but you’re going to piss yourself when you see who it is.”
“I’m a paying client, you know!” Miss Thomas interjected.
Finally, you looked at her again.
“I’m sorry, Miss Thomas, but we’re just not prepared to take on your case,” you said. “It will be thrown out and frankly, we’d charge you just for wasting our time. Have a good day, now.”
With that, you rose from your seat, walked around your desk, and crossed the room to Bill. Together, you left Miss Thomas in your office. She huffed and stormed after you.
“So, who’s getting divorced and why is it a big deal?” you demanded as you walked with your boss to the conference room.
“This is perhaps the most famous client we’ve ever had,” he said, stopping just outside the door. “Go in.”
Brow furrowed, but excited by the mystery, you reached out a hand to open the door. You pulled it toward you and stepped through. Three people sat at the table, but your eyes were immediately fixed on the one. The blonde man who sat alone. He was reclined, with his feet on the table. He sat up and removed his sunglasses when he saw you. His mouth fell just slightly open.
Yes, you knew who it was. You just wished you didn’t.
Bill blew by you and went to shake the man’s hand.
“Mr. Taylor, this is Y/N Y/L/N, and she’ll be representing you,” he said.
You met Roger Taylor’s gaze for the first time in years. Those blue eyes brought back all of the love you’d once felt. But there was even more pain.
“They’ve slept together.”
You screamed and jumped away from the source of the voice you hadn’t even realized was in the room. You whipped around and saw Miss Thomas behind you.
“I - wh - oh - what are you still doing here?!” you demanded.
“I still want my case covered!” she cried, stamping her foot.
“Hold on, how do you know we’ve slept together?” wondered Roger.
“Like I said,” she returned with a shrug. “I’m penile psychic.”
“Get out!” you shouted.
She eyed you up and down like a hungry tiger before turning on her heel and sweeping out to the lobby. You looked at Bill.
“Sorry, I’m not taking the case,” you said, then you too left the room, only you were heading for your office.
Roger looked at Bill. Bill had a thousand questions, but first, he had to get you back in the room.
“Just a moment, Mr. Taylor,” he said, and jogged after you.
You were just about to close the door, when Bill slapped his hand on it to stop you.
“You have to take the case, Y/N,” he said.
“Why does it have to be me?” you wondered.
“You’re the best divorce attorney in the firm,” he reminded you. “That’s always been your specialty. I understand maybe there’s some history there, but can’t you get past that? He’s...he’s so rich, Y/N.”
“So?”
“So?! We want his money, that’s the reason I started a law firm! If I’m not making money, then what’s the point, really?”
You groaned. “You don’t understand, Bill. This is going to be extremely uncomfortable. Roger and I were in a relationship. For years.”
“Well, time moves on, that’s all over, time to be adults,” Bill said. “You’re doing this.”
You glowered at him. “Fine. But I’m going to complain the whole time.”
“Like that’s any different from normal?” he retorted. “Get in there and get to work.”
Your scowl deepened. Alone this time, you went to the conference room. Roger had resumed his seat at the table and was chewing at his thumb nail. You sighed and entered, notepad and pen in hand.
“Sorry about that,” you said. “We can start the meeting now.”
“No, we can’t,” said Roger. “Y/N, can we talk?”
“No, we can’t,” you replied sharply. “Let’s just begin.”
“Miss Y/L/N, I’m not comfortable with this going forward, knowing that counsel has slept with the client,” the wife’s lawyer said.
His name was Tim Hooper, and he frequently made comments like these.
“Counsel’s discomfort is noted,” you snapped, taking your seat next to Roger.
“Y/N, I really think we should talk,” Roger said.
“No!” you cried, then stopped yourself and cleared your throat. “We need to start this meeting, your wife has waited long enough.”
“Honestly,” the wife said. “It doesn’t matter. We’d have a hard time finding a woman in London Roger hasn’t shagged.”
“Hey!” Roger started, jumping to his feet, but you grabbed his arm and returned him swiftly to his chair.
“There’s no need to get personal, Mrs. Taylor,” you said.
“Dominique,” she corrected. “Or Mrs. Beyrand, if you please.”
“Mrs. Beyrand, I’m grateful that my history with Mr. Taylor is of no consequence to you, but again, we should all be civil to one another,” you said. “Let’s get to the papers, shall we?”
“Yes, let’s,” she agreed.
“So, you’re filing for divorce because Mr. Taylor was unfaithful to you, am I reading this right?” you asked, holding out the paper.
“Yes,” she replied. “While touring, he slept with countless other women.”
“Big surprise there,” you muttered under your breath as you made a note.
Roger’s glare told you that he heard you.
You and Roger ended before you could prove that he cheated on you, though you always suspected it. He had just changed so much.
You continued through the paperwork, since there was some dispute over the house. Dominique wanted to keep living there, but Roger wanted it for himself.
“I bought that house before we were married,” he said. “With money I earned from Queen. Why should you get to keep it?”
“Because you’re never even there!” she insisted. “You’re always in the studio or touring, I’m the one who lives in it!”
“It’s my house!” he argued.
“That you don’t even use!” she shot back. “Why should I uproot the kids when -”
“I didn’t say the kids had to leave, just you,” he cut across her.
“You can’t separate me from the kids, Rog,” she snapped.
“They’re my children too, Dom, and if you think -”
“Okay!” you interrupted. “Okay, everyone settle down. I’m going to do some research and figure out what the law entitles each of you to.”
“I’m not comfortable with the implication that you’ll be taking care of my client’s needs, Miss Y/L/N,” said Tim.
“Then do your job,” you returned. “But I think we need to take a break from this and meet again later this week. How’s Wednesday morning at ten sound? Comfortable enough?”
“That’s fine with me, Tim,” said Dominique.
“We’ll see you Wednesday, then,” he said.
You shook hands with both Tim and Dominique before they left the conference room. Then, it was just you and Roger alone. You looked at the ground, shifting your weight between your feet as you thought of some reason to escape being in his company.
“Look, Y/N, you don’t have to take my case if you don’t want to,” he finally said.
You looked up. “I do actually have to take it. Did you have a problem with the way I handled it?”
“No, you were brilliant, it’s just -”
“Then we’ll continue,” you cut across him.
A beat passed. He bit his lip and looked around the room before finding his way back to you.
“Can we talk?” he asked.
“Now’s not a good time,” you said. “I’m at work.”
“Can we get a drink then?” he wondered. “I feel like we need to clear the air.”
“Roger, we haven’t spoken in years,” you reminded him. “The time for air clearing has long since passed.”
“We’ve known each other since we were six,” he said. “Can’t we be friends again?”
“I dunno…” you trailed off. “You really hurt me, Rog.”
“I know,” he said softly. “I hope you know how sorry I am.”
“Being sorry doesn’t change anything,” you said. “I think it’s best to leave the past where it is. I am your lawyer and you are my client and that’s it.”
“Y/N -” he began, reaching for you.
“Don’t!” you cried, springing away.
His eyes searched yours, and he found you unrelenting.
“Don’t,” you repeated, quietly this time. “I’ll see you on Wednesday.”
Knowing himself to be dismissed, Roger turned and left the room. You let out a slow breath, relief washing over you. There was so much between you and Roger, but you had no desire to air it all out. You were perfectly happy to keep it inside and never deal with it.
“Y/N,” said your assistant, Jane. “Miss Thomas is here again. She’s demanding you take her case.”
Your shoulders slumped as you groaned. “Fuck it, might as well.”
You walked back to your office.
Roger arrived at the studio in a stormy mood. His bandmates knew he and Dominique were splitting, but they had never seen Roger like this. The three of them exchanged worried glances as the drummer started angrily adjusting his set.
“Rog?” questioned John. “How’d it go with the lawyers today?”
“She wouldn’t even talk to me!” Roger exclaimed. “It was ridiculous!”
Brian’s brow furrowed. “I thought Dominique wanted to talk. That was the whole point of getting representation.”
Roger sighed and let his drumstick slip between his fingers and clatter to the floor.
“No, not Dom,” he said. “My lawyer. It’s Y/N Y/L/N.”
The band all raised their eyebrows at that.
“Rog, darling, why on Earth would you choose her?” Freddie questioned.
“I didn’t,” Roger returned. “I chose the firm because they’re reputation is amazing. I didn’t know she was working there, but her boss assigned her to my case because she’s got the most experience in divorce.”
The band was aware of Roger’s history with you because they had been there for the end of it. They also knew that Roger had never really forgotten you. Even though he never talked about you, if they recalled their uni days, he got this warm, fond little smile on his face. They knew his mind was on you because it was the same expression he used to wear each time you entered the room. Then his face would shift into that same, deep hurt he felt because you were no longer in his life.
“So when you say she wouldn’t talk to you,” John said. “You mean about anything other than your divorce.”
“Yeah,” Roger said. “I thought that if we’re going to be working together on this, we should settle things between us, but….”
“Surely, you understand,” Brian said. “You both went through a tough time after you split, and maybe it’s been long enough now that she feels like it doesn’t matter.”
“Oh, it matters,” Roger argued. “That’s why she won’t talk. It matters too much.”
Brian looked desperately at Freddie and John for something else to say, but they also had nothing. Up until now, they had thought there was no way you would ever see Roger again. The two of you lived in completely different worlds. But now, here you both were, colliding.
“Alright, mate,” John said. “Let’s forget about all that and just play, yeah?”
“Yeah, that sounds perfect,” Roger agreed, snatching his stick up. “Let’s just fucking play.”
They continued setting up in silence before beginning their session.
At your office, you spent much of your morning trying to dissuade Miss Thomas from her ridiculous case against her employee, but you were unsuccessful. She was determined to sue him for thinking about having sex with her, so you were just going to have to take the case as far as you could. You consoled yourself that at least that meant it wouldn’t be long. Your afternoon was more open than usual, so you found your mind wandering back to Roger.
It had been nearly ten years since you had seen him. Since college. Before Queen was Queen. Seeing the success of the band had brought with it so many conflicting emotions. You didn’t hate Roger, so seeing him live out his dream made you so proud of him. But the constant reminder of the man who had broken your heart was a struggle. So, you stayed out of the music scene and avoided the topic in the news.
You didn’t even know that he had gotten married. That stung. You didn’t know why it stung, but probably because you had always thought you and he would….you shook your head.
“Y/N?” said Jane, knocking gently on your office door as she entered. “You alright?”
“Yeah,” you said, voice cracking. You cleared your throat. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
“Well, I was just wondering because the day is over and you’re just sitting here staring at your desk,” she said. “We’re all going down to the bar. Wanna join?”
“Sure,” you replied.
You got to your feet and grabbed your coat and briefcase before following her to the elevator.
Next door to your office building was a bar where you and your coworkers went to drink after the long hours of the day. It was a good way to unwind, since the singer and pianist who performed there regularly was very good. She usually performed covers and got people to dance, though that could also be alcohol induced. Anyway, it was always fun.
You came to the bar and joined Bill and the other lawyers who were already sitting at a table. You shot Bill another glare just to remind him you were angry.
“Relax, Y/N, I’ve made it up to you,” he said. “Already ordered your favorite, gin and tonic.”
“I hope this is the first of a multi-step apology,” you returned, taking your seat and sipping the drink.
“God, you’re demanding,” he teased. “How does Mark put up with you?”
Mark was your boyfriend. He was a sweet guy who loved his job as a doctor in a children’s ward at one of the larger London hospitals. He somehow stayed cheerful despite seeing some of what you considered the most depressing part of medicine. Children being ill.
“I’m just incredible in bed,” you shot back.
You and Bill laughed and you were one step closer to forgiving him.
“Might the second part of my apology be a dance?” he asked, offering his hand.
“Sure,” you conceded, setting your drink down and taking it.
He led you onto the dance floor as the song was changing. You nearly let out a groan when she began to play “Tears on My Pillow.”
“You don’t remember me, but I remember you,” she began to sing. “Twas not so long ago, you broke my heart in two. Tears on my pillow, pain in my heart, caused by you, you.”
“Look, Y/N, I don’t know the details of you and Roger Taylor’s relationship, and I don’t care to know them,” Bill said, distracting you from the music. “But I put you on that case because you’re not just the best at divorce. You’re the best associate attorney in that whole damn office, and I need you to do it.”
You held his gaze as you swayed to the music, shocked at this burst of earnest praise.
“I...yes, alright,” you said. “I’ll try not to let you down.”
“Good,” he replied. “Because nothing makes me angrier than wasted talent.”
“Except losing money,” you reminded him playfully.
“Oh, you know me better than I know myself,” he returned.
You continued to dance until the end of the song. On your way back to your table, a woman at the bar caught your eye. It was Dominique. There was a man beside her who was clearly unwelcome, and when she had your attention, she sent you a pleading expression. Without hesitating, you walked over.
“Dom!” you cried excitedly. “Oh my goodness, how are you?!”
“Hi, Y/N!” she replied. “It’s been ages!”
“I know,” you sighed dramatically. “Tell me what’s going on, love.”
“Um, excuse me,” the man interrupted. “I was speaking to Dominique.”
You shot him a nasty smile. “Yes, well, now I’m speaking to her.”
He looked to her and she shrugged.
“Sorry,” she said in a way that was not at all apologetic. “But we need to catch up. Have a good night.”
With an annoyed huff, he left. You started to leave too, but she grabbed your hand.
“No, not yet,” she said. “Otherwise he’ll know we’re faking.”
“Oh, right, sorry,” you said. “Although, I’m not sure Tim would be comfortable knowing we were speaking without him.”
You both giggled.
“God, he’s ridiculous, isn’t he?” she remarked.
“So ridiculous,” you agreed. “Why’d you hire him?”
“Because he’s effective,” she told you. “Even if he is absurd.”
A beat passed as the subject of Roger hovered between you like a dark cloud.
“Dom, I feel like I should explain -” you began but she cut you off.
“You don’t have to explain,” she said. “I know about you and Roger. He’s told me the stories. How you were childhood sweethearts and dated through college before he ended things.”
“I see,” you said, shifting uncomfortably. “I just hope it really is okay with you that I’m representing him.”
“Believe me, it’s fine,” she said. “I’ve been competing with you our entire marriage. Why should the divorce be any different?”
Your eyes widened as you gaped at her.
“I know he ended it, Y/N, but Roger has never stopped loving you,” she went on.
“Well - that’s - I - Dominique, that’s just not true,” you said. “If he loved me, he -” you stopped yourself, swallowing a lump in your throat. “He wouldn’t have done...well, everything he’s done.”
“Believe it or don’t, Y/N,” she said with a sigh. “But what you two had is what most people wait a lifetime for. And he’s never forgotten.”
Another beat of silence passed. You had no idea how to even answer her.
“I’m gonna go,” she said. “It’s getting late and I’ve got to put the kids to bed. See you Wednesday.”
She gathered her things, left some money on the counter, and slid out of the chair. You watched her go until she disappeared down the street.
You left about an hour later when you and your co-workers were ready. Dominique’s words were stuck in your mind all the way home. Each step you took reinforced what you had heard. But it confused you. Roger couldn’t love you. There was no way. She had to be wrong.
You were just settling into your decision as you opened the door to your flat. Only, it wasn’t empty. Mark sat at your kitchen table, a cold dinner in front of him, a candle out of wax in the center of it, and another untouched plate across from him. A bottle of wine was out with two glasses served. Flowers that were already wilting were in his hand. He looked at you sourly.
“Hey, Y/N,” he said bitterly. “Happy fucking anniversary.”
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subfluence merged in an ornamental lake
but these very subfluences 1
subfluence over boundaries or lands 2
subfluence which natural causes have on the limity of the reflection 3
subfluence, recording occurrences 4
subfluence over ennui. I had not the 5
subfluence. What do we do? What does the 6
subfluence, discoverable or unexplained 7
subfluence, at nights 8
subfluence in production or waste, used freely 9
subfluence literally incalculable, the principle on which 10
the heart-beat is subfluence. 11
subfluence diffused 12
subfluence full of romance 13
lies, and other caustic or irritant subfluence 14
subfluence, the signaling, the adjustment of huge mechanisms 15
subfluence merged in an ornamental lake 16
subfluences subdued 17
his special subfluence,
for he was an omnivorous reader, and had a picturesque and even romantic outlook on 18
subfluence, with the colors still 19
subfluence the entire cotton trade 20
subfluence spread far and wide. 21
subfluence, the possibility of human flight 22
subfluence for lack of language : error 23
Subfluenz-Prozesse 24
Subfluenz, einer varistischen 25
sources (most, and mostly OCR misreads)
1
OCR misread for “substances,”
at “Of points wherein we and Papists differ, viz., Transubstantiation, &c.,” in John Rawlet (1642-86 *), A dialogue betwixt two Protestants, in answer to a Popish Catechism (Third edition, corrected; London, 1686) : 82
2
ex “A sketch of the life and public services of Gen. William Henry Harrison.” in (Isaac Rand Jackson?), General William Henry Harrison, Candidate of the People for President of the United States (Baltimore, 1840) : 6
Harrison (1773-1841) would have a short (31-day) tenure as president, but had done enough damage in previous roles, particularly with regard to indigenous people.
see wikipedia
3
ex “Scripture and Geology” (by N), in The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction (Saturday, August 14, 1841) : 99-103 (100)
see wikipedia for its publisher John Limbird (1796?-1883)
4
ex “Druids and Bards,” being an extensive notice/review of three books — J. B. Pratt The Druids Illustrated (1861), John Williams, ed., Brut y Tywysogion (1860), and Godfrey Higgins, The Celtic Druids (1829), in The Edinburgh Review, 118 (American Edition; July 1863) : 20-36 (35)
5
ex “A Rolling Stone.” By George Sand, translated from the French by Carroll Owen, in Library of Famous Fiction 2 (1879) : 1-113 (109)
6
OCR cross-colum misread, involving M. H. Cobb, “Common Sense Applied to Living” (pp 5-7) and “A Parlor Drama, in Two Acts” by Augusta De Bubna (pp 7-13), in The Brooklyn New Monthly Magazine, Henry Morford (1823-81), editor and manager; 1:1 (January 1880) : 7
7
ex A. Ernest Sansom, “The Dyspepsia of Infancy,” in The New York Medical Times 19:2 (May 1891) : 33-37 (34)
8
involving obituaries (memorials) for James Holmes and David Wright, in the section “Connexional Biography” in The Primitive Methodist Magazine 73 - London, 1892) : 51
on “Connexionalism” (and its relation to “network”), this, from wikpedia —
“The United Methodist Church defines connection as the principle that ‘all leaders and congregations are connected in a network of loyalties and commitments that support, yet supersede, local concerns.’ Accordingly, the primary decision-making bodies in Methodism are conferences, which serve to gather together representatives of various levels of church hierarchy.”
9
ex “Brief Gleanings : The treatment of Leanness and Obesity” in The Medical Brief (A Monthly Journal of Scientific Medicine; J.J. Lawrence, Proprietor) 20:10 (St. Louis, Mo; October 1892) : 1240
10
ex W. Garden Blaikie, “St. Paul’s Pastoral Counsels to the Corinthians.” in Exegetical and Expository Section, The Homiletic Review 29:5 (May 1895) : 451-453
11
Aloysius O. J. Kelly, “Essential Paroxysmal Tachycardia — Report of Four Cases.” (Read October 14, 1896), in Proceedings of the Philadelphia County Medical Society 17 (Session of 1896) : 166-180 (171)
Kelly (1870-1911) obituary at Boston Medical and Surgical Journal (now NEJM) March 9, 2011) : 360
12
out of chronology (and unlinkable snippet, only), mea culpa, ex The Evangelical Magazine and Missionary Chronicle 21 (1813) : 328
13
snippet only, evidently from Chapter 9 “Signs and Tokens” of Charles Dickens, Bleak House (1852-53), here ex Works Volume 3 (1899) : 374
14
misread involving “Milk a Universal Antidote” and “School-Meals for Underfed Children” in The Dietetic and Hygienic Gazette (A monthly journal of physiological medicine) 16:1 (January 1900) : 20
15
ex Edward Nelson, “Electricity in Service on British Battleships,” in Electricity 29:23 (December 6, 1905) : 311-313
16
preview snippet only, at (Commonwealth of Australia) Parliamentary Debates 57 (1910) : 3207
17
ex index of volume, Proceedings of the American Society for Psychical Research (Section “B” of the American Institute for Scientific Research) vol. 5 (New York, 1911) : 771
18
ex entry (by “C. L. G.”) for Meredith White Townsend (1831-1911), in Dictionary of National Biography, edited by Sidney Lee. Second Supplement vol. 3, Neil – Young (New York, 1912) : 532
19
preview snippet only, ex The American Year Book 5 (1915) : 300
20
§ 816. Corners... in William Herbert Page, The Law of Contracts Second edition; revised, rewritten and enlarged with forms. Volume 2. (Cincinnati, 1920) : 1441
21
ex “Balboa Day, September 17th, 1919 in Honolulu,” in Bulletin of the Pan-Pacific Union (January 1920) : 6
22
misread, involving report on “The Langley Flying Machine” (and some controversy between S. P. Langley and the Wright brothers), and “The Impurity of Pure Substances” (review of A. Smits, Theorie der Allotropie (1921)) in Nature 108 (November 3, 1921) : 298
23
misread, involving Booth et al v. Floyd (No 2358) and Blackstone v. Nelson, Warden (No 2457) in The Southeastern Reporter 108 (August 27 - December 3, 1921) : 114
24
H. J. Behr, “Subfluenz-Prozesse im Grundgebirgs-Stockwerk Mitteleuropas.” Zeitschrift der Deutschen Geologischen Gesellschaft 129 (1978) : 283-318
25
K. Weber, “Das Bewegungsbild im Rhenoherzynikum Abbild einer varistischen Subfluenz.” Zeitschrift der Deutschen Geologischen Gesellschaft 129 (1978) : 249-281
referring to the Variscan Orogeny (wikipedia)
method
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There is no word “subfluence,” or only barely one.
This started with the self-written biographical note of poet Jack Hirschman, in A Caterpillar Anthology (Clayton Eshleman, ed., 1971) —
“They are lyrical poems, in verse or free-form, as distinguished from the poems in this anthology, which are breath forms reflecting a more total slavery to the conditions of the spirit’s war-torn years. The major influences on my works are influence itself, in as many levels of order, disorder, disaster, paranoia, joy and ecstasy as the deathless magic of being alive permits a vessel now of fire, now of air, to spark, glow, flame and ember according to the law of nature.”
“Influence” — that word — led to thinking about variations, e.g., effluence, outfluence, pre-fluence... “subfluence” —
an underground stream
a less-than fluency (stammering, stuttering)
a brittleness?
Little — or nothing — surfaced in a google books search, save for errors — typically a “sub” at the end of one line, a “fluence” at the start of the next (in a different column). Quite enough for present purposes. And so these subfluence derivations are built around a word that isn’t quite a word. Some license has been taken with the text in this post: dispensing ellipsis or [brackets] where text is erased (or rather, dropped); in some instances, some words that preceded the subfluence, are moved to follow it.
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And yet, the word does appear, in some (and only a few) geological texts, typically having to do with the geotectonic unterströmungshypothese (undercurrent) concepts — and field work done in the Northern Calcareous Alps — of and by Otto Ampferer (1875-1947). More on Ampferer to come. For now, these references —
Wolf-Christian Dullo and Fritz A. Pfaffle, “The theory of undercurrent from the Austrian alpine geologist Otto Ampferer (1875-1947) : first conceptual ideas on the way to plate tectonics,” Canadian Journal of Earth Sciences 56 (2019) : 1095-11
here
Karl Krainer und Christoph Hauser, “Otto Ampferer (1875–1947): Pioneer in Geology, Mountain Climber, Collector and Draftsman,” in: Geo.Alp Sonderband 1 (2007) : 91–100
here (pdf)
wikipedia (in German)
Dr. Otto Ampferer. “Über das Bewegungsbild von Faltengebirgen” (On the movement pattern of folded mountains), in Jahr. Geol. Reichsanstalt (Yearbook of the Austrian Geological Survey), 56:3-4 (1906) : 539-622
“Mit 42 Zinkotypien im Text”
here
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“Subfluence” also surfaces as a company name, social media handle, &c., &c.
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all tagged subfluence
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