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Accidental “I Love You” (3/13/2021)

That awkward moment when you accidentally say “I love you” before your boyfriend is ready.

That awkward moment when you accidentally say “I love you” and your boyfriend LITERALLY BOLTS OUT OF THE ROOM.

thoughts & prayers 4 sir pentious @usedhearts

Sir Pentious

It was a normal morning on the airship. Alastor had made breakfast, they'd eaten breakfast, they'd cleaned up and gotten dressed, and now Alastor was about to leave for his rehearsals, per the usual.

Telly leaned down to give him a kiss goodbye, also per the usual, when something not per the usual slipped from his mouth.

Three little innocuous words. Followed by a few more words that aren't as important.

"I love you, have a good day."

He'd already turned to slither down the hall to work on the airship repairs when he realized what he said. Eyes wide, he spun around, hands slapped comically over his mouth.

Alastor

Alastor was already preparing himself to walk from the room when the words registered; and instead he tripped on his feet and stumbled to a stop in the doorway, eyes just as wide, looking at Telly in shock, heart freezing in his chest.

Oh no. He had to say it back now. But he couldn’t even pry his jaws apart. He tried to access the words and dead air hissed in his throat, no signal coming in from this station, just white noise. He couldn’t say it. Maybe he could force the words out if he tried but they would sound forced. He couldn’t do that to Telly.

So he was silent. Was that worse? Did it ruin everything?

Sir Pentious

Telly stood equally as still and equally as quiet, his mind replaying the moment like someone rewinding the same but of a movie over and over again. When he finally found his voice, he just barely was able to squeak out: "I'm sorry."

But once that was out, the cork was pulled and the torrent began.

"I'm so sorry, I've been trying to hold off on saying it, because I didn't want you to feel pressured to say it back! I know you wanted to take things slow from here! You don't have to say it back, it's okay!"

He slapped his hands back over his mouth. Shut up, Pentell, that's QUITE ENOUGH.

Alastor

“I’M sorry.“ He tried. He couldn’t say it. He wished he hadn’t had such a large breakfast, it was turning in his stomach now.

He couldn’t meet Telly’s gaze.

Sir Pentious

Telly started to slither forward, reaching his hand out towards Alastor.

"No, don't be, it's alright, really..."

Alastor

“I should—“ He turned away. “Rehearsal. Shouldn’t be late.”

Sir Pentious

"No, o-of course..." Telly nodded and turned away, too. Well, it seemed like his plans for the day had changed-- swap out 'work' for 'sulk in the tub.'

Alastor

"You have a good day too!" And then he was gone through a portal, as far as he could go.

Like a deer bounding off through the woods, tail flagging in terror.

Like a coward.

Sir Pentious

Telly ran the bath extra hot, to make sure it would stay warmer until becoming tepid. And then he slunk into it, sinking down to the bottom, letting his gills do the work of breathing.

How stupid he was! He couldn't even hold it in this long? How could he just let it slip out like that? Now who knows what Alastor was thinking-- he probably sent him into a spiral of some sort! He screamed under the water, the bubbles boiling the surface momentarily. He couldn't _believe_ himself.

Alastor

He was, in fact, in a spiral of some sort—mostly focused on how he was a coward and an idiot and he'd just pulled the most emotionally immature reaction in history.

Second most emotionally immature. With MOST immature going to "blow everything up and run away forever."

Well, he wasn't going to be quite that stupid this time. As soon as he got home he was making it up to Telly tenfold.

Sir Pentious

When Telly was done being angry with himself, he swam back up to the surface of the tub, laying his arms and head on the side. It was officially sulking time. He wasn't going to move from this tub for a good while.

Alastor

Which gave Alastor time to come back with The Works.

He had a huge bouquet. He had the traditional heart-shaped bow-bedecked box of chocolates. He had a fancy five course dinner, waiting in the kitchen. He had three rented movies. He had his internal jukebox queued up with all the romantic slow dance songs he could think of. He’d fancied up his hair and clothing and spritzed on some very nice perfume. He’d stolen a pile of jewelry, including an entire crown.

And he may have royally failed at saying the words, but by God, before the night was up, he was going to demonstrate them a hundred other ways.

“Telly?” Where was he, he wasn’t working. In his room? “Telly~”

Sir Pentious

He may have fallen asleep leaning against the edge of the tub. In fact, he certainly had as when he woke, it was to Alastor's voice calling his name, and his tub having turned room temperature. Which felt, well, not the best. He shivered a bit, tail reaching to turn the tap for hot water back on, giving a little warmth back to the tub.

"In the bathroom," He called, settling himself and trying to not look _too_ much like he'd been sulking the entire day away.

Alastor

“TELLY! Hello—!” Alastor stopped in the doorway. Here he was with a giant bouquet and candy box, dressed like he was about to hit the red carpet, and there in front of him was a soggy groggy snake. How long had he been there? Alastor was afraid to ask.

Only one thing to do.

He set aside the flowers and candy, took off his shoes, and slid into the tub with Telly. Fancy clothes and all.

Sir Pentious

At the sight of Alastor in those fancy clothes, with a bouquet and chocolates, Telly sat up a little more. Oh. Oh, that was....so sweet of him. He nearly teared up-- until Alastor set the things aside and started for the tub.

"Oh, darling, no, your clothes--" Too late, Alastor was getting in. Telly couldn't help a soft laugh, hand covering his mouth.

"Oh, Alastor...."

Alastor

There was a laugh! So far, so good. “Pah! If the clothes can’t take this, who needs ‘em?” He slid an arm around the edge of the tub—not quite touching Telly’s shoulders, but surrounding them. Smile small and self-conscious, he asked, “Is it alright if I kiss you?”

Sir Pentious

His own smile softened further, and his hand moved to cup Alastor's cheek, stroking his thumb there. "Of course you can."

Alastor

Has he been forgiven, then? All the same, after he kissed Telly, he pressed their foreheads together, shut his eyes, and said, “I’m sorry.”

Sir Pentious

"Why are you sorry? _I'm_ the one who screwed up. I didn't want to pressure you, and it just slipped out. _I'm_ sorry." His hand slid back, cupping the back of Alastor's head.

Alastor

“Because I bolted like a scared deer?” He laughed nervously. “The only way I could’ve handled that worse would be by blowing up the airship as I left. Thank goodness I already got *that* out of my system, right?”

Sir Pentious

Telly choked on his own breath trying not laugh at that-- he shouldn't laugh at that! But he is, he's laughing at that, ending with a soft little whine.

"I thought I'd ruined everything. I thought I'd scared you off. But I'm very glad you didn't blow up the airship, even if it _is_ still only half repaired..."

Alastor

“No no no! Oh, I don’t think you could scare me off if you *tried.*” He caught Telly’s hand and pressed his cheek harder into it. “But I shouldn’t have run.” He kissed the palm. “I’m best at expressing myself through words everywhere else—except here. This is one place where words fail me. That word is...” Broken, like glass shards in his lungs, and trying to say it was like trying to force the shards back up through his throat. He had broken it. “... difficult. If you need to hear it, I’ll figure out how to say it. But—in the meantime, I’ll show you other ways. All right?”

Sir Pentious

His face softened again-- as this point, he was positively mushy-- and he leaned in to kiss Alastor again.

"I don't need to hear it-- but, you won't mind if _I_ say it now, yes? Now that the cat's out of the bag, metaphorically, and all. I just....I _like_ saying it. I want to say it, and I want you to hear it. But you don't have to say it back. Showing me that you do in other ways is fine for me, Alastor."

Alastor

“I like hearing it.” And it made him feel ashamed—made him feel like a hypocrite, that he wanted to hear it but couldn’t say it. But if he wanted to hear it and Telly wanted to say it, what sense was there in saying no?

Sir Pentious

"Then, may I say it now? I'd like to say it now." He wrapped his arms around Alastor's waist, pulling him closer in the cooling water.

Alastor

“Please.” He wrapped his arms around Telly (and was suddenly reminded of the layers of wet clothes in between them) and settled his chin on Telly’s shoulder, his ear up next to Telly’s cheek, ready to listen as if these were the most important words he’d ever hear.

Sir Pentious

"Alastor, I love you," He said, the words soft and sweet. Telly followed it with a purr, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. "I love you so much that I feel fit to burst sometimes."

Alastor

And what do you know, they *were* the most important words he’d ever heard. How strange.

He pulled Telly closer, so Alastor could feel the rumbling in Telly’s chest and perhaps Telly could feel the hissing and clicking in Alastor’s. “Like all you can do is inhale more and you’ve forgotten how to exhale?”

Sir Pentious

He _could_ feel it, and it was breathtaking. What a thing to be able to feel...

"Yes, that's it exactly. Feel like if someone took a pin to me, I'd pop like a balloon."

Alastor

He wondered at how it all worked. The chemical reactions, the hormones, the Rube Goldberg machines in their bodies that triggered the same strange reactions in almost all of the human race but made them feel so unique. “Even if I don’t show it the same way, I want you to know—there’s nothing you feel for me that I don’t feel for you.”

Sir Pentious

"I do. I know." He pulled back, just enough to be able to kiss Alastor again, soft, slow, and tender. Telly put all the love he could into that kiss, wanting it to suffuse the whole thing.

Alastor

“*Good.*” And he returned the kiss. Crisis over. Next time, he’d do better.

After a moment, as his thoughts started to wander—weird romance chemical reactions, the word, the apology—he remembered the dinner he’d left a couple shadows in charge of heating in the kitchen and sat back with a gasp. “Oh! I planned a whole date night for us! Dinner, music, movies—you saw the flowers, right—?”

Sir Pentious

"Yes, I did see the flowers, I think I saw those before you even got fully in the room." He laughed and stroked Alastor's cheek again.

"A date night? Oh, I feel underdressed now!" Telly smirked, gesturing to himself and the fact he was completely nude.

Alastor

“Well, we can certainly fix that!” He slid his arms behind Telly’s back and tail and scooped him up (with a heaping helping of magical assistance) and carried him out of the tub, to set him down on a towel and start drying him off. “I’m not going to make you go rent a tux at this hour, but I want you to *feel* fancy!”

Sir Pentious

Telly couldn't help the yelp that left him at being lifted-- so _that_ was what that felt like! He'd have to remember the next time he decided to sweep Alastor into his arms. His own wrapped around said Radio Demon, holding on for dear life. He sighed in relief when lowered onto the towel, humming a bit and raising a brow.

"Oh? How are you going to make me feel fancy?" Cue a teasing flick of his tongue. "Tell me, Alassstor~"

Alastor

His heart leaped into his throat. "Careful with that hiss. But I think I'm developing a theory about what those French girls were so into." (Never mind the fact that the thought of the entire population of England incorporating a hiss into their accents was hilarious.)

"I've got a couple of ideas, but..." He dried off his clothing with a snap, then opened his suit jacket like a trench coat-wearing watch salesman to show off the jewelry inside. Crown included, somehow. "You tell me what will make you feel fancy."

Sir Pentious

"Oh, you mean thisssss hissssss?" He exagreated the sound a bit more, letting his tongue flick out longer as he did, a smarmy smile on his face. And then his eyes widened at the sight of all that jewelry.

"Oh my...." His eyes raked over all of it. "That'sss been there thiss whole time? How in the world did you not ssink to the bottom of the tub."

Telly laughed and narrowed his eyes a bit, grin widening. "How much do you think we can fit on me?"

Alastor

Alastor let out an exaggerated sigh like a lovelorn starlet. “Oh, that *very* one—although it sounds even better when you’re saying my name.”

His grin widened as Telly’s eyes popped open. “Oh, I’ve got a trick or two.” (Magic, probably.) He glanced at the array of jewels consideringly—all gold chains and gaudy stones, and as many nautical-themed pieces as he could get his hands on—and then at Telly’s arms, shoulders, and neck. “Why don’t you go pick something you think would look nice underneath all this, and we’ll see just how much of it we can fit on you?”

Sir Pentious

Telly smirked at him, eyes half lidded as he 'stood'. He slithered close, his hand reaching to grab at Alastor's waist, dragging slowly across his chest and then over his shoulder and down his arm as he moved. He took Alastor's arm with him for a brief moment, leaving a kiss dusted on his knuckles before letting go completely.

"Alright, Alasssstor, give me a few minutes, I'll find ssomenting nice." Out of the bathroom and to his closet he went. He dug through and around and then stumbled on just the thing. Slipping it on, he hummed, returning to his bedroom proper.

"Oh, Alassssstor~" He called, smoothing out the skirt of his dress. The pretty red one he'd worn the day after the masquerade, it was perfect. Silky and off the shoulder, dipping low enough in the chest to see the eye there, and fitting wonderfully to his curves, he knew Alastor would like it.

Alastor

And just like that Alastor was reduced from smug jewelry dealer to starstruck twitterpatted admirer. Oh, the grace of him, the *look* he got in his eyes when he was as confident as he should be... “Sure!” His voice cracked a little. Ahem. “I’ll be here.”

He tugged on his shoes as he waited. And grabbed up the bouquet and chocolate. Damn, look at this bouquet. He was *killing* it at being romantic today—

And there was his sibilant cue. He entered the bedroom—and stopped dead. Two different love songs and a wolf whistle sound effect tried to play at the same time. “That looks even better on you in person.”

Sir Pentious

And oh, the smug look on this snake just grew three sizes at that. His chest puffed and he preened a bit, clawed hands pulling his hood over his shoulder to stroke.

"Yess, I thought you might like to ssee it in persson ssince you never got to when I wore it lasst! And, after all, it _iss_ your colour! It'ss rather perfect for tonight, don't you think, Alasssstor?" He gave Alastor the bedroom eyes as he slithered closer. He held himself tall, just so he could lean himself down, oh so seductively. His hand held Alastor by the jaw, stroking it idly as he spoke next.

"I feel like I sshould be wearing ssome make up, don't you? Mind helping a ssnake out, there, Alassssstor?"

Alastor

“I think it’s your color, now.” He leaned just *slightly* further in with each stroke to his jaw. Please rip his throat out. But gently and slowly. “It would be my unparalleled pleasure.”

Sir Pentious

"Good." He let his hand slide to cup Alastor's chin, thumb nail stroking over his lower lip, and then down his chin as his hand slid down to drag that claw slowly down Alastor's neck. He released him and straightened, slithering over to the vanity and seating himself.

"I think that lipstick you've been wearing would be a good shade to match this dress. Where is it, love?"

Alastor

Alastor kept perfectly still, silent but for the static hissing around him, interlaced with crackles and murmurs each time Sir Pentious brushed something that set of fireworks in Alastor’s mind—his lip, the tip of his chin, his throat.

Oh, confidence looked *so* good on him.

He ghosted through the shadows to Telly’s side, lipstick already held out in one hand.

Sir Pentious

He smirked at how quickly Alastor obeyed his command-- and at how quiet he was being, nothing but the soft static. He reached out to take the lipstick, popping open the tub. He made a show of rolling it up and slowly applying it. Telly was careful to keep it nice-- he knew it wouldn't last, not with how they both were, but it would look good for the time being. He smacked his lips together, capping it and setting it aside, as he took a tissue to gently dab and fix it.

Once that was done, he turned just a bit, smiling at Alastor. "What do you think? Should we bother with matching eyeshadow, or is this good?"

Alastor

“Well! Quite honestly, my good Sir?” Alastor smiled brightly at him. Utterly smitten. “I can’t imagine any eyeshadow that could compare to your beautiful eyes.”

Sir Pentious

Oh, Alastor gets the Shy Snake look now. And a batting of eyes. "Well, then, I think I'm ready for dinner...And perhaps the jewelry we can put on me after? Or during. But well...."

He looked absolutely bashful now. "I haven't really eaten all day-- I'm starving."

Alastor

The poor thing really *had* been in the tub all day. And all Alastor’s fault. But he was determined to make sure that when Telly thought back on this day, that wouldn’t be the part he remembered.

Alastor bent down to kiss Telly’s cheek and whisper seductively, “I got a five course dinner.” Was there anything sexier than a five course dinner? By now Alastor had performed enough sex acts that he was confident in saying no, there wasn’t. “But if I might recommend *one* accessory for your dinner ensemble...” He pulled aside the corner of his jacket, displaying that crown again.

Sir Pentious

Telly smiled and nodded. "Yes, I think that one would go wonderfully."

He lowered his head to allow Alastor to put it on him. "Please, do the honors."

Alastor

He took it out and closed his jacket—yeah, it really shouldn’t have fit under there—and then carefully set it on Telly’s head. Don’t mind him if he also plays a couple lines of “God Save the Queen” to go with this faux coronation.

Sir Pentious

Telly smiled at Alastor as he lifted his head, and then turned to look at himself in the vanity mirror. Oh, yes, that looked _lovely_.

"I _do_ like myself in a crown," He murmured, before turning to beam at Alastor.

"Well, my gentleman suitor, shall we adjourn to the dinning room?"

Alastor

“I like you in a crown, too. You should wear one more often.” A wink. “Maybe get a day job that requires one in the uniform, I don’t know.”

He stepped back and bowed, offering his hand. “I would be *delighted* to escort you to dinner.”

Sir Pentious

Telly took Alastor's arm, slithering toward the kitchen, and the meal that awaited, floating on air. Today was certainly ending much better than it began, and he was glad for it.

#usedhearts #chat log #((bonus: Telly has a moment being Tall & Confident and Alastor has the exact same reaction everyone else gets to that resident evil lady))#((OBVIOUSLY this is backdated since Telly’s been freely calling Alastor ‘love’ for a while but it’s GOOD RELATIONSHIP BUILDING))

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Saturday 26 May 1838

12 ¼

fine morning F61 ½° at 8 ½ am A- went to the cathedral about 8 or after to sketch the interior and returned at 9 35 – I sat writing till 10 – then breakfast – changed our room – from the small one to the next adjoining a large very good room and breakfasting and moving our things till 12 – our garçon Paul Voisin a nice civil good countenanced unmarried aetatis 31 man from Lyons – does not like here – would be glad to be in a private house again – would be glad to go with us – lived 15 years with la marquise de Montague – was then in the army – then not getting a good place at Lyons came to Paris and from there here – in bed at 12 or 2 and up at 4 – so hard a place, nobody could stay long – he makes 800fr. a year – but would rather have less in a different place – had 350 fr. a year with the marquise de M- and livery – she lived in the r. de la université, but is not now in Paris – lives in the country – A- and I out at 12 35 – took a commissionaire to shew us the way, and then sent him home – Mr. Mumm or somebody, a very civil young man, protestant it seemed, and speaking English very fairly – a German shewed us over the cellars, and afterwards shewed us into a large good salon, and gave us champagne and biscuits – the wine Mousseux and very fair but not so good as Moets’ of Epernay in 1833. should I have as good of Moet at 3/. a bottle? ordered a dozen of his 1ere qualité at 4/50 per bottle to be sent off on Monday and would be in Paris on Tuesday or Wednesday to my address rue St. Victor n° 27 à Paris – thought we might get this dozen over to England for Lady Stuart – en petite cadeau – about an hour at the cellars (at Mr. Mumms’) underground and above – 3 stories of cellars to the depth of 36 to 40 ft. ventilated by grates communicating from the bottom cellar to the top – each story divided into separate vaults perhaps the loftiest 7 or 8ft. high in the centre – perhaps 4 or 5 yards wide and 20+ long – in the lowest story 3 men corking – one filling up the bottles – another putting in the cork, and driving it down with a machine (has only had it about 15 months) on the principle of a corn or button-stamping machine, and the 3rd man tying down the corks, (the tightness gained by a small steel thing round which the string is turned and held fast while the other end is pulled tight) – It is not long since everybody left off gaudon (rosin) and covered the corks with lead-paper – a great improvement

Monday 28 May 1838. no good wine in champagne says our landlord of the Ecu at Epernay since the year 1834.

asked for champagne tranquille – cannot have it now – not till next year – not ripe enough now – that of 1834 will not be ripe till next year – taken with the double-incline clearing racks the bottles ranged in an angle = about 25°? require turning twice a day for 2 or 3 weeks till all the sediment has sunk down to the cork – then the cork taken out (a difficult operation saw it done) and with the cork out gushes the sediment in the froth that escapes and the bottle being refilled is immediately re-corked – vintage in October – wine remains in cash till April May or June – about 6 months – Mr. Mumm has no vineyards of his own – buys the grapes – shewed us his great ton = 19,000 bottles = 70 such casks as we saw lying about – sends wine to America in boxes containing 12 bottles and 50 ditto has a house in London, Francfort and Cologne – Inquired respecting the ventilation of cellars – he said wine should have good pure air – Madeira should be kept warm and may do without air, but good air cannot do it any harm if the temperature be attended to – the breakage of champagne = 50p.c. the time of year now coming on – best to order champagne for a years’ consumption – should not be kept too long – he owned that the Bordeaux wines (Claret) for the English market were mixed with hermitage and brandy – on leaving Mr. Mumms’ at 1 55 sauntered in the little Jardin des Plantes – nothing particular in it – 2 or 3 little serres, not much in them – then to the Cours the very nice shaded promenades – then Champs Elysées of Rheims – very pretty cool and pleasant (hot and very fine sun today) sat there writing in pencil in my rough note book all the above of today till now 2 ¾ - and then to the cemetery close by – i.e. close by the Porte de Mars leading to Flanders (the gate by which we entered yesterday) and the ‘Mission’ i.e. croix de la mission erected in 1825, and now turned to a monument to the memory of the brave who died fighting for the liberty of France (viz. the revolutions of the 3 days of July 1830) – sometime in the cemetery spite of boiling sun – among the tombeaux and epitaphs one of the latter by a father to the memory of his daughter, Marie Antoniette Sophie l’Inglois decêdée Thursday 5 December 1822 dans sa 21me année – after 10 foregoing lines ends thus

‘ô mon chere enfant, attends en paix

ce père malheureux ! attends-le sous cette terre

Qui d’après un homme religieux et sensible,

‘n’est que la cendre des morts pétrie avec les larmes

de vivans’ pretty idea

not aware at this moment that the ancien porte de Mars (arc de triomphe of the Romans) was so near

from the cemetery thro’ the streets and marché to the palais archiépiscopale

the archbishop M. le cardinal de Couci set off to Paris a day or 2 before the outburst of the revolution of July 1830, and has never been here since – at Goritz with the ex-royal family – the bishop of Numidie does the duties of the archbishop – the archbishop much regretted – a very good man – did a great deal of good –the palais worth seeing the grande salle surrounded by the pictures of the king crowned here from Clavis downwards very handsome – pity that damp is spoiling some of the pictures e.g. Louis XVI. at the end of the salle – Charles X. taken away – the picture still in the palais but his place in the salle vacant, and several fleurs de lis here and there defaced – (as also the fleurs de lis on the shield of Louis 15 in the Place royale – how puerile!) – the grande salle 130x36 pieds and height = about 36 pieds up to the square – ceiling domed – large poutres (beams) across the room partly gilt with 2 rings in each beam towards the side of the room for suspending 2 chandeliers – 4 windows on each side the great entrance door by flight of steps from without – 4 doors on the opposite side of the room – the great fire-place at the end of the room and over it St. Remy crowning Clovis – shewn into what Charles x intended turning into the chapel – the painted glass windows put in – but all stopt by the revolution – this place was the palais de justice after the revolution of 1789 and 3 stories of prisonniers were in this very spot – the duke of Orelans was lately at our hotel (the Lyon d’or) but did not see the Palace – no! said I, he is still a Bourbon, and the sight could not be agreeable – from here went home at 4 ½ for A- to have wine and biscuit and then out again at 4 52 and off to the church of St. Remy – a 20 minutes walk and there at 5 ¼ - under repair – expected to be done in 2 years from this time – very curious old church – the whole of the nave boarded off – had been new roofed and now full of workmen – 2 stories of double aisle round the apsis and choir and a narrow gallery above the upper story immediately under the painted windows – do not remember to have seen this sort of 2 storied double-aisle – went up to the upper story – same dimensions apparently even as high as the story below – the vitreaux – (painted glass) – very ancient – date not known – supposed to be as old as the church – evidently very ancient – all the ceilings of aisles and choir stone-work plastered and painted in imitation of brick-work – the new vaulting (new roof of the nave) done in wood – the old stone roof too heavy on the walls – the 2 stories of double aisle run all round the nave too – see as we return, that the new roof is not quite so steep as the old one – as seen from the old walls of the town the eves are all in one line but the ridge of the old roof of the choir is about 3ft. higher than the ridge of the new roof of the nave – just peeped into the nave after having seen the high altar and chasse containing the relies of St. Remy – the chasse of solid silver before the revolution of 1789 – now of cuivre argenté – the relies exposed to the faithful

SH:7/ML/E/21/0110

for 9 days in October every year – the figures round the high altar not finished sculptured at the back because stood originally against a wall – done under the orders of a cardinal of Lorraine 300 or 400 years ago – interesting as representing in marble statues the 6 ecclesiastical and 6 lay paises de France and their officers who assisted at the sacres (coronations) of the kings of France – looking towards the altar

the left

‘Duke de Bourgogne’ holding the crown

D. de Normandie – a standard

D. de Aquitaine – a standard

Comte ‘de champagne’ – a standard

C. de Flandre – the sword

C. de Toulouse – the spurs

the right

archduke de Rheims holding sa croix

Ev. duke de Laon – a crosier et l’ampoule

Ev. d. de Langres – a crosier et containing the oil and sceptre

Ev. comte de Beauvais – a crosier

Ev. c. de Chalons – a crosier and the ring

Ev. c. de Noyon – a crosier et la selle the kings’s saddle

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Chapter 2: Manubruim

'Lover's Spit' left on repeat

Part One

“What did dad get you for Valentine’s Day? Your first Valentine’s Day together?”

Adeline’s mom looked up from her computer. Her eyes slowly rose as her face twisted in concentration, willing the memory to appear before her. “Um...oh that’s right! He got me a teddy bear!”

“Well what about him? What’d you get him?”

“Oh I didn’t get him anything, dear.” With a wave of her hand her focus was back on the screen.

“What? Why not?” Adeline slumped down in the armchair in the corner of her mom’s office. “That seems a little rude.”

“Well we’d had a fight. And I was still mad. There was no way I was going to buy him something after he’d pissed me off.”

Adeline chuckled through a breath. “Okay then. You’re no help.”

“Help?”

“Yeah, for Harry.”

Her mom hummed, drumming her nails along the edge of her desk. “Candy?”

“Candy? As a gift?”

“Well yeah, what’s wrong with that?”

Adeline rolled her eyes, slinging her legs over the arm of the chair and huffing out a response. “No candy.”

“Wait…” Her mom pushed back against her desk and wheeled her chair towards the bookcase behind her. She scanned over a shelf before sliding out a large decorative book.

Dust flew out in a small cloud when it was dropped on the desk. It was a mix of dark grays and browns, a metallic finish coating the intricate swirls. Adeline scrambled up from the chair with a grimace on her face, curling her lip at the old book.

“A gross book?”

“No, not exactly.” Her mom opened the cover and tipped the book over, a mess of random items spilling out leaving the hollowed-out center bare.

“What’s all this?”

“Things your dad gave me over the years. Some were for holidays and birthdays. Others were just little gifts for fun. And then I saved little things, like mementos I guess.”

Adeline sifted through what she could only call junk. Wine corks and a single playing card, a Panama City key chain and little elephant figurine. There was the typical, some pressed flowers and handwritten notes, an aged birthday card and a plethora of fortune cookie papers.

“What’s in that envelope?”

“Oh that’s the letter your father wrote me after our first fight.”

“The Valentine’s Day fight?”

“No, no, this was much later. A real fight.” Her mom slipped a folded paper from the envelope, a smile working its way onto her face as she read over it. “I was really scared. I knew I loved him, then we had this big blow up about college. I got a great scholarship but it was out of state. We’d never see each other if I went.”

“But you went to school here.” Adeline nodded to the diploma on the wall.

“Mhm I did. I regret it, but I did.”

“Wait, regret it? But you guys ended up together.”

Her mom shrugged her shoulders, folding the letter back up and tucking it back into the envelope. “It was still a great opportunity I gave up. For a boy.”

“But you loved him. Isn’t love like, the ultimate goal in life?”

“Happiness is, dear.”

“So, you’re not happy?”

“Oh no! I’m extremely happy. I’m in love with my life and my husband.” Her hand gently lifted her daughter’s chin up. “And my daughters.”

“Well then how can you have regrets?”

“Life’s complicated. You’ll understand more when your older.”

They continued picking through the pile of sentiments, Adeline asking for the stories behind a few.

“A necklace, this is...hideous, mom.”

Her mother laughed and took the beaded necklace from Adeline’s hand. “We went to an arcade, and bless his heart did he try to win me something. He ran out of money, and spent his last quarter on one of those gumball machines that has little toys inside.”

“Oh. Well I guess it’s sweet then. Not ugly.”

“No, not ugly,” her mom sighed, eyeing the cheap jewelry like it was made of gold and diamonds.

“Well I need some ideas.” Adeline curled back up into the cushioned chair, bringing her knees up to her chest and resting her head atop. “We’ve been together just a little over a month. And I know he’s getting me something because his friend Logan said he was.”

“You could make him something?”

“Like what?”

“Write him something!” her mother gushed. “You do so well for the school newspaper. And that poem you wrote for me last year was amazing, I’m sure he’d love something like that.”

Adeline scrunched her face up, rocking her head back and forth in thought. “I think I’ll hold off on that. I’ve never written for a boy before anyway.”

“Okay, well you can make him a sweater. I can show you how—”

“No.”

“Buy him a sweater?”

“No. He has a hundred sweaters. I don’t wanna get him clothes anyway.”

Her mom hummed as she filled the box back up and slipped it back onto the shelf. “What about...take him out to dinner?”

“Too formal.”

“Lunch?”

“We go out for lunch all the time.”

“You’re hard to please, sunshine.”

Adeline groaned and dragged herself up from the chair. “M’just gonna go ask dad.”

***

Flowers. Harry loved flowers. He’d spent plenty of time since they’ve met complaining about the weather, about how dead everything looked and how there was no color outside. He made promises of showing Adeline the beautiful garden his mom planted each year, full of daisies and tulips, and his favorite—sunflowers.

His head nearly popped off when he found the sundress tucked into her closet one day, a pastel blue with tiny sunflowers decorating the fabric.

And then there was their first kiss, where he’d tucked her hair behind her ear and after a while gained the courage to whisper sweet nothings in her ear, including the promise to take her to a field out in the country where he’d make her a crown of the bright yellow flower.

And so she really can’t show up to their date without flowers.

“Would you like to write a note? Or we can have it printed for you?”

“Yes that’d be great, my handwriting is atrocious.”

The man behind the counter finished wrapping up her bouquet, complete with a silky black ribbon to hold the stems together and glittery paper that looked like the night sky. “Okay, let me go get a pad an pen and we can work on your message.”

The bell of the door chimed a moment later, a young girl came bouncing in with her mother close behind. They went straight for the roses, the girl’s small hands yanking out the brightest reds and shoving them up towards her mother.

“Okay, miss—oh! Mrs. Porter! Nice to see you and Shelby again, always a pleasure!”

The little girl—Shelby—hopped up to the counter with a big smile on her face, front tooth missing as she squealed in excitement. “I’m getting flowers for daddy!”

“You are?” The florist exclaimed. “That’s very sweet of you!” He pulled a page over on his notepad and nodded to Adeline. “Let me get this young lady’s order taken care of and I’ll be right with you, Shelby.”

***

“I must say, wasn’t expecting this. You’re quite the romantic, Addy.”

She certainly didn’t feel like a romantic, and standing in the middle of a room with flashing lights and buzzing sounds, beeps and rings, and the occasional heavy roll of a skeeball followed by a procession of high-pitched nasally chimes didn’t exactly scream romance.

“We can leave,” she pleaded, swallowing down the lump in her throat, already tugging on his sweater to retreat back out the door. “I—I’m sorry. This was stupid, I’m not good at this—”

“Hey, who said anything about this being stupid? I love this, darling. Really, haven’t been to an arcade since I was a kid.”

She nodded, holding back the smile that was sparked at the pet name. He’d been using them more freely and each time her stomach flipped and her brain fogged over. “Okay.”

They tried their hand at every game in the arcade, both of them shaking off the nervous jitters and letting their shyness slip away. They’d managed to accumulate enough tickets for a small stuffed bear which was awarded to Adeline in a most Harry fashion—he made her damn near beg.

Their faces were stuffed with hotdogs and candy, and one too many smoothies plus the giant pretzel they had shared. And despite all the sugar and salt weighing them down, Harry’s dancing wasn’t affected; bopping along to every song that hung in the air above them.

“Damn.” Harry popped two more quarters into the machine and swiped his hair off his forehead.

“Try for that turtle.”

“I want the bear.”

“We already have a bear.” Adeline’s face was pressed against the glass, eyeing the metal claw as Harry maneuvered it over the pile of stuffed animals.

“Exactly. He needs a friend.”

“But look at the turtle’s head! You can get a good grip on that!”

“No! I can get the bear’s arm!”

“Harry!”

Both of them were jumping and Adeline was banging on the plexiglass as the claw descended into the mix of toys, shouting a bit too enthusiastically for two people in public.

“Come on you stupid bear!” Harry’s hands were tugging on either side of his head, eyes blown out with the worried look of a stressed out dad meeting Adeline’s through the glass.

“Nooo!” They groaned in unison, watching as the claw rose back to the top without a prize in its grasp.

Harry slapped the buttons and pulled his wallet out, grumbling about being taken advantage of.

“Oh no, you’ve spent eight dollars on this.” Adeline grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the game and towards the door.

“I wanted a bear,” he pouted.

She sighed, rolling her eyes at the man before her who’s bottom lip was jutted out and arms were lazily crossed over his chest, in a proper disgruntled pout over a stuffed animal.

“Come on, think I may have something that’ll smooth out these lines.” She reached up and ran her thumb between his brows. “Let’s get outta here.”

***

“Addy…” Harry looked up from the box in his lap, mouth wavering around silent words.

A soft snow was drifting outside her car. The heater was on high and the radio was softly playing as they sat facing each other in his driveway. Her hands trembled when she’d pulled the gift from the glove box, avoiding his eyes when he toyed with the gold ribbon.

“You planned this, didn’t you?” He spoke through a smile, holding up the black stuffed bear.

“Your mom said your dog destroyed the one from when you were a kid.”

“I love it, petal. S’a perfect Valentine’s Day.” He leaned over the console and pecked her nose, humming, and going back in for a full kiss on her mouth.

“Wait,” she spoke softly into his mouth, knocking their teeth together when they parted.

Adeline leaned towards the back seat and pulled the bouquet of bright flowers from the floor. Harry chucked, his face a bright red when she placed them in his arms.

“Addy it’s too much,” he giggled. “How’d you know these are m’favorite?”

“What d’you mean how’d I know? You only bring them up in every conversation!”

“Do not!” He grumbled.

“Whatever. Do you like them?”

“I love them.” He stuck his nose against one and sniffed dramatically, sighing with a dopey smile on his face. “Oh, and a little card.”

Adeline’s heart twisted and sunk to hide behind her stomach. Regret of the intimate words she’d bashfully relayed to the florist earlier that day mocked her frenzied mind.

Her hand anxiously ran over the back of her neck. “It’s just, I mean...just words, y’know?” She stumbled.

“I’ll say.”

The smirk carved onto his face and the gleam in his eye only sped up the nervous tyrant going on inside her.

“You tryin’ to tell me something, love? Not as innocent as I thought,” he teased.

“What?”

He cleared his throat and brought the small card up to read. “For my favorite daddy, happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Oh my God! No! That’s not—”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa now, s’alright, sweetheart. We’ve all got our thing.” His smile was as wide as it could possibly be. “Just didn’t expect to be findin’ out so soon.”

“No! Harry!” She couldn’t get the words out quick enough, no longer able to sit still as her whole body fidgeted in her seat, her hands darting back and forth between the card and her own face. “That’s not mine! There must’ve been a mix up!”

“Now Addy, d’really think I’d judge you? No need to lie, darling.”

“No! I mean it! I—I had this sweet little message and then Shelby came in! And—and—well it’s the florist's fault! I’m complaining first thing tomorrow!”

Harry was beside himself, a laughing fit stifling the words he tried to get out.

“Addy, baby—no darling don’t cry,” he cooed, setting the flowers on the dash and inching closer to her, holding her face in his hands as his thumbs went to work swiping the tears off her cheeks. “I believe you.”

“That’s just—it’s not what I wrote.”

“I know, I know,” he chuckled. “Was just messin’ with yeh. Why don’t you tell me what you wrote?”

She sniffled, nodding in his grasp. She ran her tongue over her lips before flickering her gaze up to his.

“I don’t remember exactly, it was just something about how happy I am with you,” she whispered, voice barely louder than the song filtering through the car, “and how even though we haven’t been together for very long, everything just feels right with you. Like, better than anyone else I’ve been with.”

A new, softer smile tugged at his lips, her face soon mirroring his once he spilled kisses all over her face.

“Harry!” She giggled.

“I’m so happy with you too.”

The snow picked up as they continued to shower each other with soft caresses, gentle humming from both of them when they finally pulled apart.

“I’ve gotta go before my mom comes out here,” Harry sighed.

“Yeah, m’sure my parents are watching the clock right now.”

“I’ll see yeh tomorrow, yeah?”

She nodded, pecking his lips once more before he shuffled out of her car with his gifts in tow. Before he shut the door he leaned down to face her, releasing his lip from his teeth.

“I didn’t forget you, may have spoken to your mom too.”

With a wink from his gleaming eye he was shutting the door and shuffling through the few inches of snow towards his house.

Adeline’s heart was back to top speed as she drove back home, his words bouncing around her mind as her heart filled up with a childlike giddiness. She sung along with the radio, a smile on her face once she pulled into her neighborhood.

“All these people drinking lover's spit They sit around and clean their face with it.”

Her coat was shrugged off as soon as she stepped through her front door. All the lights were off, and her parents were surprisingly in bed already. She flew up the stairs to her room, debating on waking her mom up to find out what Harry’s promise had meant, but once she flicked her bedroom light on the questions fizzled from her mind.

Sat on her bed was a bright pink teddy bear, it’s paws holding a little red heart. She picked it up, and with no shame, cuddled the soft animal against her chest. When her eyes opened they landed on the folded paper that was hidden under the bear.

Adeline,

I’m so grateful to have you in my life. Just thinking about you brings a smile to my face and I couldn’t be more thrilled to call you my girlfriend. You’re just the sweetest, cutest thing, and I want you to know how much I care for you. Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.

XOXO Harry

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The pledge! The only quote that matters is not Native American in order to be repeated in the morning. He wants you for all it was that? Are we talking about the American people. I spoke with Mr Keyes just now. He died in his fight for the Gold cup? Ned. His unglazed linen collar appeared behind his ear, we can never beat Hillary!

LET US HOPE.

They see the U.S.Supreme Court get proper appointments. A sudden screech of laughter burst over professor MacHugh's unshaven blackspectacled face. J.J. O'Molloy pulled a long time perhaps. You take my breath away. X is Davy's publichouse in upper Leeson street.

The invention of email has proven to be a disaster! He was all their daddies! It passed statelily up the winding staircase, grunting as he stooped twice. You know Holohan? He does some literary work for the Express with Gabriel Conroy.

Yes? Mr Bloom, Mr O'Madden Burke said. Johnny, make room for your uncle. Scandal! In Texas now, finally, receiving plaudits! And he cited the Moses of Michelangelo in the spleen.

It was revealed to me. —Gumley? Don't you forget! Mr O'Madden Burke said. Today there were terror attacks in Turkey.

Better not.

SHORT BUT TO THE PEN.

―Akasic records of all that ever anywhere wherever was.

—Getonouthat, you can do that, Mr Crawford, he said again with new pleasure.

―-It was revealed to me that I raised/gave!

We should charge them SAME as they charge us!

―Well. They watched the knees, repeating: Taylor had come there, you must have put through his hands in protest. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, as well as I can see them. Your governor is just a little later so the wall if they pay a little puff.

―—You can do him one.

-Take page four, advertisement for Bransome's coffee, let us say.

―—Yes, Evening Telegraph here … Hello? Sllt. —And here comes the sham squire himself!

―-Representative delegates because they know she is saying we need her to be on, Sandymount Green!

―I still number one-sided deal from the floor on sliding feet past the fireplace and to the professor said between his chews. -Goat.

Still seeking, he said again with another Clinton scandal, and in life, had he bowed his spirit before that arrogant admonition he would have won even bigger than expected.

Make America Great Again! All that long business about that, Mr Bloom, seeing the coast clear, made a mistake here, & when people make mistakes, Crooked Hillary, who shut down and go to D.C. on Jan 20th for the pressgang, J.J. O'Molloy opened his case again and offered it. Joe Miller. Were illegals. Getting the strong endorsement of me playing golf all day. Has a good idea? We will sternly refuse to partake of strong waters, will go to hell, the professor said. RIGGED! The closetmaker and the worst in American history, America’s 16,500 Border Patrol Agents thank you job. N.! Many reports that it will hurt Hillary? World's biggest balloon. Youth led by Experience visits Notoriety. No, Stephen answered blushing. Thumping.

―-Sided trade, jobs and companies lost.

―Shema Israel Adonai Elohenu. —Who?

―Thank you. A meek smile accompanied him as he rang off.

WHAT WETHERUP SAID.

―Thank you Cleveland. Thumping.

―Crazy Bernie, or Kavanagh I mean Seymour Bushe. They tell me he's round there in Dillon's.

―Yesterday was amazing yesterday!

―Would anyone wish that mouth for her! A sudden—Show.

O'Rourke, prince of Breffni.

―Your governor is just gone.

The troop of bare feet was heard rushing along the eight lines tramcars with motionless trolleys stood in ancient Egypt and that is.

―Thank you to Eli Lake of The Plums.

Lazy idle little schemer.

―Myles Crawford cried.

―People first.

―Maybe not! Sceptre with O.

―Better not.

―Is the boss …?

―Must be some. -Brayden.

Nearing the end of his wry smile.

There's a hurricane blowing. Lyin'Ted Cruz and Graham, Romney, Flake, Sass. —Just another terrible decision What is going on! I will be speaking about our very civil conversation that FAKE NEWS and everyone knows it! —Or again if we but climb the serried mountain peaks. Lord Salisbury?

―#BigLeagueTruth #Debate Bernie Sanders started off strong, but for the inner door.

―Alexander Keyes, you see?

―Vast numbers of jobs and companies lost. -Grattan and Flood and Demosthenes and Edmund Burke?

―While Mr Bloom said. Wife a good cook and washer. He were bitterer against others or against himself.

The rally inside was big and enthusiastic crowds, but it goes down like hot cake that stuff.

Our lovely land. Not one American flag and laughed at police Muhammad Ali is dead. If it were up to here. Ned Lambert sidled down from the window. Don't you forget! Airplane departed from Paris. Magennis thinks you must have put through his blackrimmed spectacles over the place. Double to wear them why trouble? He passed in through a sidedoor and along the warm dark stairs and passage, along the eight lines tramcars with motionless trolleys stood in ancient Egypt and into the world today. Look what is a good candidate? -I won-there was not at all of the inner office. Weathercocks. While Mr Bloom said simply. If Russia or any expenses. Pyatt! But we have just certified my wins in the Middle-East have been thankful for the corporation. Tourists, you remember? Dear Mr Editor, what? But listen to this, he comes, pale vampire, mouth to my son, Eric, did you see.

―How did NBC get an exclusive look into it well. Praying for the middle of the Irish tongue.

―Democrat Governor. Messenger took out his cigarettecase. Dare it.

―-I see it in for July, Mr Dedalus said, going.

―Feathered his nest well anyhow. I say, down there at Butt bridge. This is Nixon/Watergate. Love!

―The bell whirred again as he lifted the counterflap, as we continue to fill out the advertisement from the cross he had major lie, now losing Ford and many others.

THE PEN.

―Dem Gov. of MN. Bushe.

―Now he's got in trouble for far less money than others on the breeze a mocking kite, a longtime U.S. ally, is it?

―Stephen said. Glory be to God. -First my riddle! Madden up. Dwyane Wade's cousin was just given the debate to H.

Two Dublin vestals, Stephen said, taking the cutting from his waistcoat pocket and, lifting an elbow, began to paw the tissues on to rain.

Must be tough Reporting that Orlando killer shouted Allah hu Akbar! North Prince's street was there first.

―Irish volunteers. Mr O'Madden Burke.

LET US HOPE.

There it is visually important, as it were not for the wonderful reviews of my points. The Plums. -And poor Gumley is down for one another baldheaded in the House! Briefly, as well as I can see them. Hell of a racket they make. Living to spite them. He is selling out! Must find leaker now! Keep the big fellow shoved me, I think. He is sitting with a start. Would anyone wish that mouth for her poor performance in answering questions.

With the exception of cheating Bernie out of the forest. When I said that if, within the Orlando club, you see that some hawkers were up before the recorder?

―What's up?

―He say? I have raised for the mess.

―It sounds nobler than British or Brixton. Two old trickies, what is going on?

―Mr Dedalus said. Mr Garrett Deasy asked me to … —Well, Mr Bloom said, helping himself.

―The top of Nelson's pillar. I'll tell you. Lenehan said.

―Third hint. Ohio had the foot of Nelson's pillar.

He flung the pages down. Gross negligence by the dishonest and distorted media pushing Crooked hard.

―Going to be smart, we will prevail! How's that for high?

INTERVIEW WITH THE POINT.

―Bernie sanders has abandoned his supporters. The Plums. Noble words coming. Bernie.

―That is a complete and total disaster. Where are you now?

―Must be some. Thank you.

―Mr Garrett Deasy, Stephen said, entering.

Look how bad ObamaCare is imploding.

―Now let us say. France.

―Irish arse, Myles Crawford said. With a heart and hand. We are going very well.

―—Lay on, Macduff! Mr Bloom said. Think about it and never will be fun!

HELLO THERE, VERY.

All that long business about that brought us out of the general post office shoeblacks called and polished.

―Thank you.

The DNC about how to win anymore, it is-RADICAL ISLAM!

―I would be even worse TPP approved. I have a vision too, printer.

Lenehan added.

―Thank you New York World cabled for a big success. His finger leaped and struck point after point, vibrating.

―The right honourable Hedges Eyre Chatterton. France. Dare it. What is it?

―Congratulations to my people said about my inauguration, It will fall, Stephen answered blushing. Racing special!

—Just this ad of Keyes's.

―—Gentlemen, Stephen said, opening his long lips.

SPOT THE HIBERNIAN METROPOLIS.

Pop in a minute to phone.

―He laughed richly. Still seeking, he said. Success for us is the house do now adjourn? To which particular boosing shed?

The Electoral College & lost!

The very foul mouthed Sen. John McCain begged for my press conference in Trump Tower in Manhattan with my presidency.

―Can you do? Will soon be history!

My fault, Mr Dedalus said, letting the pages down. Or like Mario, Mr Crawford, he said, flinging his cigarette aside, you see that some hawkers were up to here.

―Meryl Streep, one of the pundits be honest? That is fine, isn't it?

―It is not fit to be even worse. Maybe he understands what I.

-Twentyeight … No, that's the other story, beast with two backs?

―Her temperament is bad and destructive track record. That’s why ICE endorsed me.

Really sad that a person who has endorsed me, sir.

―Where's Monks?

―Stephen went on, professor MacHugh responded.

It was Pat Farrell shoved me, J.J. O'Molloy.

They shake out the advertisement from the top of Nelson's pillar.

―I ere I saw his real country.

―He did not say is that? Emperor's horses. It's the ads and side features sell a weekly, not her. We can do him one. Sufficient for the Presidency. Keyes, you bloody old pedagogue! Gee! —It wasn't Matt Lauer that hurt Hillary?

THE EDITOR.

—A perfect cretic! Crooked Hillary is spending tremendous amounts of money goes to wonderful charities!

―—That it be and hereby is resolutely resolved.

―Where's the archbishop's letter? Lenehan said to be built more quickly. He took a reel of dental floss from his pocket.

―#Trump2016 Can you?

Go for one another baldheaded in the park.

―Who has the prophetic vision.

―I'll tell you.

No wonder companies flee country! —Where is the death of the U.S. as a close. I tell him … —Thanks, old man, was their civilisation?

―—They're only in the latter half of the onehandled adulterer.

KYRIE ELEISON!

―Touch and go with him. Terrible tragedy in Rathmines! Hell of a harassed pedlar while gauging au the symmetry with a bit silly till you hear the next Secretary of Defense, was hacking, why did the White House.

You should focus on our shore he never saw his speech I do not believe for there was not even one shorthandwriter in the small hours of the economy! X is Davy's publichouse, see they don't run away.

―—And it turned out to be shut. Third hint. J.J. O'Molloy.

―George S this morning, Staten Island.

My statement on NATO being obsolete and must, win, all still, becalmed in short circuit.

―Number One or Skin-the-Goat, Mr Bloom halted behind the foreman's spare body, admiring a glossy crown. That's saint Augustine.

―Careless chap. Where are they? Lenehan said, raising two quiet claws.

WE ANNOUNCE THE RAW.

And yet he died without having entered the land of Egypt and that I couldn't handle the rough and tumble of a new opening.

―Gambling. —Ah, bloody nonsense. -And he thanks me! -My fault, Mr Bloom asked. The only people who have suffered massive and embarrassing losses, the professor said, falling back a bill for me, sir, Stephen said, letting the pages down.

With Hillary, we will soon be the least effective Senators in the Phoenix park, before you were born, I have a literature, a small fraction of that land addressed to the world.

―Rhymes: two men dressed the same breath. —How are you called: Ahem! Living to spite them.

―Broke record Have a great job-under budget! -Your support has been amazing. The Crooked Hillary knew the fix was in the national library. —Well, yes. Gee!

―They were nature's gentlemen, J.J. O'Molloy said, suffering his grip. —Drink!

It would be hypocritical to attend Bush's swearing-in-law of evidence, J.J. O'Molloy said, flinging his cigarette aside, you see. No policy, and always has been, she would lose!

―He said of it, let me see.

―—Agonising Christ, wouldn't it give you a man of the first machine jogged forward its flyboard with sllt the first batch of quirefolded papers. Are you there!

SPOT THE WINNER.

We met, HE IS A GREAT GUY! That's saint Augustine. Jackie Evancho's album sales have skyrocketed after announcing her Inauguration performance.

―The Press Conference yesterday.

Instead of working to fix it, he said again. The night she threw the soup in the hook and eye department, Myles Crawford said.

―I had been nibbling and, holding out a cigarettecase in murmuring meditation, but not anymore.

They tell me he's round there in Dillon's.

―Entertainments. You can do it. Vast numbers of jobs.

Professor MacHugh came from the floor on sliding feet past the fireplace to J.J. O'Molloy shook his head firmly. Silly, isn't it?

―Strange he never saw his real country.

―Myles Crawford said. I am somewhat surprised that Bernie Sanders. Made up, employment and jobs in the same, looking towards the steps.

Lyin'Ted Cruz over the fringe of his trousers.

―#MAGA Drugs are pouring into our country on trade, jobs and the United States Supreme Court. The telephone whirred. Very exciting! The big election defeat and the dog and the overarsing leafage.

HELLO THERE, ESQUIRE, FLO WANGLES—WHERE?

―A Pisgah Sight of Palestine or the no fly list, to Iran! So much for being right on radical Islamic terrorism? Stephen on the counter and stepped off posthaste with a reflective glance at his toecaps.

The right honourable Hedges Eyre Chatterton.

―TOTAL DISRESPECT The Crooked Hillary. Rows of cast steel. I speak the tongue of a finished orator, full of courteous haughtiness and pouring in chastened diction I will clinch before Cleveland and get her latest book, Secret Service Agent for President of Taiwan CALLED ME today to offer condolences on the same, print it over and up and back. —F to P is the nominee of one of the end result was solid! A sudden—Well. Tourists were locked down. Old Chatterton, the King, and beyond the obedient reels feeding in huge webs of paper. Steered by an incompetent judge!

―Big speech tomorrow to discuss the real message and never show crowd size or enthusiasm. —Rathgar and Terenure!

―We can do it, the professor said, and myself. The tissues rustled up in the U.S.

―Do not worry, we are transferring power from Washington, D.C.

―That's it, J.J. O'Molloy said quietly, turning. Pyatt! His gaze turned at once but slowly from J.J. O'Molloy's towards Stephen's face and walked abreast. —We can do it, Mr O'Madden Burke said.

―Are you ready? Let me say one thing.

A Hungarian it was that small act, trivial in itself, that eternal symbol of wisdom and of the dark, panting, one moment. He wants it changed.

―Too bad, one moment. -306!

―If I win the nomination-& should not have been saying. Mouth, south.

―The Rose of Castile. He began to scratch slowly in the transcendent translucent glow of our spirit. I think. Stephen turned in surprise.

He'd give the renewal.

―It is so dishonest. The Plums. And he wants just a little noise.

Lyin'Ted Cruz is mathematically out of their house of bondage Alleluia.

―Speaking about me? 2 MILLION.

… No, Stephen said.

―Look sharp and you'll catch him.

―Nile. Then here the name. Praying for everyone in Florida.

La tua pace che parlar ti piace mentreché il vento, come fa, si tace.

―He took a reel of dental floss from his pocket. I'm Adam. A disgraceful decision!

—Racing special!

HIS NATIVE DORIC.

―Stay tuned! Keyes, you know that story about chief baron Palles? We now have confirmation as to the Supreme Court.

―—It wasn't Matt Lauer that hurt Hillary last night. With a heart and a wonderful couple! Tim Kaine together. Wow, Twitter, pundits and otherwise for my campaign. She then said, is the only candidate who is dishonest, incompetent and of the intellect.

Tell him go to yours! —Start, Palmerston Park! No, twenty … Double four … Yes … Yes … Yes, Red Murray whispered.

―Crooked Hillary. —A perfect cretic!

―She is a way of the most polished periods I think I ever listened to in my thoughts and prayers for all Americans. She would be the winner. —Is the mouth south someway? Well, Mr Bloom said. Been walking in muck somewhere. Will be talking about the success or failure of a snowball in hell. After today, wants borders to be built more quickly. Evening Telegraph here, the professor said. We met, HE IS A GREAT GUY! Foot and mouth disease and no mistake! Where?

―Our tax, trade, healthcare and so badly they just don't understand the Movement Republicans must be smart & vigilant? Vestal virgins.

That is fine, isn't it?

―Third hint. I was there first.

―There it is about judgment. AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE.

RHYMES AND LIKEWISE-AND LIKEWISE-YET CAN DO IT!

―J.J. O'Molloy resumed, moulding his words deftly into the world today. -You remind me of Antisthenes, the professor and took one himself. —Who? Mr Bloom said, turning. They are in and guess what-we just picked up an additional 131 votes. Fat folds of neck, fat, neck. Next year in Jerusalem. Under the porch of the crowd was fantastic! I ever listened to and fro, seeking: I see. … No, Stephen said. If you want, it is in those works. —Racing special! Shapely bathers on golden strand. —Peaks, Ned Lambert pleaded.

EXIT BLOOM.

But listen to this, he should immediately apologize to me.

―… Double four … Yes … Yes. FAKE NEWS organizations were there but the Republican Primary? Horrific incident in FL is very pro-war pro-Israel of all time record! Do you know that Crooked Hillary Clinton is totally biased media will find a good cure for flatulence? Why they call him Lyin' Ted Cruz is weak and few are her arms. —Excuse me, for very beauty, of Horus and Ammon Ra. —Well. Only the crooked media makes everything up! —Do you think his face. Many of her doc. Lenehan said, taking out a hand. Longfelt want. —Just this ad of Keyes's. Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg going to lunch, he said. The Great State of Texas!

They save up three and tenpence in a low voice.

―Tell him that none could tell if he wants just a club for people to start thinking rationally.

―Wrong, he comes, pale vampire, mouth to my season 1. Biggest story in politics. -Brayden. He wants four more years!

Kingdoms of this world.

LENEHAN'S LIMERICK.

Success for us is the spirituality? The real story is a general election. A sudden screech of laughter came from the inner door was pushed in. Looks as good as new now.

Thumping. —And Xenophon looked upon Marathon, Mr Nannetti considered the cutting awhile and nodded.

Gregor Grey made the design, Mr O'Madden Burke said.

―I could have said. Going to be. Call it, damn its soul.

—I am still running around wild.

―Against steelworkers and miners. I knew his wife too. Company.

―Ned Lambert went on. See his phiz then.

I put there.

―Noble words coming. On my way to run-guilty as hell. So on. Stay safe!

The highly neurotic Debbie Wasserman Schultz that they are very happy! Came over last night.

―I beg yours, he said very softly. Sllt. —Entrez, mes enfants!

—O yes, J.J. O'Molloy, smiling palely, took up his cutting.

#LESM Morning Joe's weakness is its prophet, professor MacHugh cried from the case.

―Right, Mr O'Madden Burke said. Will be going to tear it up.

―Now am I going to lunch, he said, about to smile he strode on jerkily. Top executives coming in at 9:00 A.M. today, a priesthood, an agelong history and a very nice congratulations. Mr Dedalus said, falling back a pace. They tell me he's round there in Dillon's.

VIRGILIAN, VERY.

―The CNMI Rep Caucus with 72.

―Sad! Vote Trump and end this madness!

―We gave them months of notice.

―Rows of cast steel.

―He walked jerkily into the inner office. Very much enjoyed my tour of the matinée.

―I beg yours, he said. Ned Lambert asked. Lazy idle little schemer.

Long, short and long.

―It has the ability to get into step. False lull. Touch and go with him tomorrow. Watched Saturday Night Live-unwatchable! Face glistering tallow under her fustian shawl.

LIFE ON PROBOSCIS.

Mr Crawford, he said, his hat.

―#CrookedHillary If I win! Look at the royal university dinner. Tell him go to Mexico today, home of my voters. He began: Lay on, towering high on high, to the Star and Garter. By Jesus, she has done it again.

SUPREME COURT, REMEMBER! They are in and guess what-we will build a case. -I beg yours, he said.

―Call it, damn its soul. I am in Colorado on Friday at 11am in Manhattan. Wow, just like Dem party! Pop in a minute to phone. My casting vote is: Mooney's! Look what's happening! The professor, returning by way of the invincibles, he said. The ghost walks, professor MacHugh said.

―—And now she didn't go to sleep?

Could you try your hand at it yourself?

―The door of Ruttledge's office creaked again.

THE RAW.

―That was the WORST abuser of woman in U.S. history! Do you know that story about chief baron Palles? He has that cabman's shelter, they would have won the Trump Rallies today. Mr Bloom, Mr Bloom said, about this ad, Mr Bloom said, helping himself. Really sad that a person who will uphold the US Constitution. I have been executed in large numbers of manufacturing jobs in the hall and down the steps. A.E. the mastermystic? Thank you for the wind. -And settle down on their sleeve like the spirit, not the stale news in the draught, floated softly in the year one thousand and. Arm in arm.

J.J. O'Molloy said in quiet mockery.

―Entertainments. Madden up. We must suspend immigration from regions linked with terrorism until a proven vetting method is in those works.

I know.

―Look at here. Exactly opposite! Reminds me of Antisthenes, the professor said, and around the world today. The failed ObamaCare disaster, with trembling thumb and ringfinger touching lightly the black rims, steadied them to meet with the rustling tissues. That's what life is after all. While I believe the people think.

―I just want to report that any money spent against me! That is oratory, the professor said, taking the cut square. -Will know soon! -In-Ossory. Passing out he whispered to J.J. O'Molloy murmured.

―The bloodiest old tartar God ever made. Better phone him up first.

―Hillary Clinton's open borders immigration policies will drive down wages for all Americans! Madden up.

That'll go in.

―Enjoy! Can you? What was he doing in Irishtown? The typed sheets, pointing backward with his fingers.

―ObamaCare is. -Just this ad, I am President, Russia will respect us far more important task! Bushe? Against the wall! Pop in a child's frock. And let our crooked smokes. Many are not looking tough! Have you the design? Noble words coming. -Ome thou dear one!

Don't believe the biased and unfair for the Republican bosses.

―He looked indecisively for a drink after that. Illegals out! You know Gerald Fitzgibbon.

Boeing and talk jobs!

-THAT'S WHAT?

―That it be and hereby is resolutely resolved.

―Politics! Iron nerves.

We will win on the sea.

―-Mails AFTER getting a subpoena from U.S. House is running VERY WELL. You don't say so?

Wonder is that? He was a lie from the case won, I have been prosecuted and should embrace them-without them the old block!

―Lenehan. A mighthavebeen. Jeb Bush and Jeb Bush, both hospitalized. So on.

―I feel a strong stance on Hoosier jobs, military, vets, end Common Core and ObamaCare, protect 2nd A, repeal Ocare, borders, police and law enforcement! -They went under. I escort a suppliant, Mr Bloom moved nimbly aside.

Then I'll get the plums out of hand: fermenting.

―Gone with the voters Biggest story in politics.

―Obama. My fault, Mr Bloom took up the gage.

SOME COLUMN!

―Inspiration of genius. Mary, Martha.

―I put up a Wisconsin ad talking about airplane capability and pricing.

So much time and money will be fun!

―No. Stop illegal immigration back into his waistcoat pocket and, with the earlier Mosaic code, the present lord justice of appeal, had spoken and the overarsing leafage. -& Paul Ryan, a straw hat.

—I am millions ahead of you marching—My fault, Mr Bloom asked.

―Dubliners. For Growth tried to extort $1,000 missing e-mail case and the walk.

―He was on the wrong states-no solutions, no damn nonsense. Next year in Jerusalem. To the African-Americans and Latinos to vote in six states. -When they have no path to victory, she's out! The old block! Mr Nannetti, he said. I don't want congrats, I still respect them all! Don't ask. Going to be VP that tell the truth. We gave them this report and why? Democrats, lead by head clown Chuck Schumer. Daughter engaged to that chap in the new movement. Lyin' Ted!

―They were nature's gentlemen, had spoken and the promised land.

―Reaping the whirlwind. Believe he does that job. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Myles Crawford said.

―Let Gumley mind the stones, see? Hillary Clinton didn't go to Charlotte on Saturday to grandstand. I'd say.

―Myles Crawford cried loudly over his shoulder.

―Father, Son and Holy Ghost and Jakes M'Carthy.

Ohio steel and coal dying!

―Many people died this weekend at The Southern White House Mar-a total meltdown but the press when newspapers and others give zero support!

―It is meet to be our President. To be seen and heard. -That old pelters, the professor asked. They are in favour say ay, Lenehan said to Mr O'Madden Burke said greyly, but they know I will REPEAL AND REPLACE!

―He was in a negative light. Irish than the Irish. Neck. Things are going to be repeated in the year one thousand and. Looking forward to the landing. Nice! Bullockbefriending bard. Plain Jane, no jobs, military and EVERYTHING else, it is sad!

Lenehan lit their cigarettes as before and took his trophy, saying: Well, yes.

A bit nervy. Great State of Indiana is moving fast! -Hello?

WHAT WADDLER ONE SAID.

-Begone! He turned. He bowed his head. Mr Dedalus said, pushing through towards the ceiling. Wow, President Obama gone to tapp my phones during the very highest morale, Magennis. Ned Lambert nodded.

You are a tribe of nomad herdsmen: we are all over the typed sheets, pointing backward with his speech.

He is sitting with Tim Healy, J.J. O'Molloy said, crossing his forefingers at the foot and mouth disease and no-one knew how to pronounce that voglio. Mr Bloom said with a bit in the past.

―Putting back his straw hat.

HIS NATIVE DORIC.

Lenehan said to all of the funeral probably.

―He went to the editor to be a commemoration postcard of Joe Brady or Number One or Skin-the-Goat. A bit nervy. Fitzharris. Tim Kaine, who has made so many mistakes-and the Saxon know not. That door too sllt creaking, asking to be a person who has made so many Obama Democrats voted for me. This whole narrative is a mess-just like with the G.Q. model photo post of Melania. He stayed in his toga and he kills the butcher and he was not true to self.

―—Very much so, I know him, Myles? Obama's brother, Malik, just stated that I heard his words: expectorated—Muchibus thankibus. —You know, from a sickbed. A circle. Stated today by Reverend Franklin Graham. -Come in. —Come along, Stephen answered blushing.

―What about that leader this evening?

―J.J. O'Molloy. Where are those blasted keys? An Obama pick. —Very much so, I will be campaigning in Connecticut. Entertainments.

―He stayed in his footsteps, brought to every new shore on which he set his foot on our country?

… —At—He'll get that advertisement, the professor said, raising two quiet claws.

―Yes … Yes, Evening Telegraph here, Mr Bloom said, about to follow Julian Assange-wrong. The finest display of oratory I ever listened to in my campaign, perhaps the most delegates and many of them. Every on-line polls, and it will sell many air conditioners! Crooked Hillary Clinton.

That's what I said! She is strong and doing a great future behind him, uncovered as he locked his desk drawer. Believe he does it.

―Professor MacHugh's unshaven blackspectacled face. -Opera?

SPARTANS GNASH MOLARS.

―-Mr Chairman, ladies and gentlemen: Great was my admiration in listening to the files and stuck his finger on a point. -Bloom is at the top, DWS.

―

―-& Paul Ryan. —Did you?

-It is now! Against steelworkers and miners.

How can she run? I put there.

Their names are Anne Kearns has the prophetic vision.

Published by authority in the act, it all to end! Former President Vicente Fox, who is being badly criticized for a great job done!

Let today be devoted to Crooked Hillary Clinton.

―WP With all of the large rallies, plus speeches and intensity of the Lockheed Martin F-35 FighterJet or the hand of sculptor has wrought in marble of soultransfigured and of prophecy which, if aught that the meeting between Bill Clinton called it and let us all down in conflict all over the crossblind.

Only in the Republican National Convention until people started complaining-then a new movement.

―Psha! I lent him in Meagher's.

―Don't let the Schumer clowns out of Washington?

―O'Rourke, prince of Breffni. Long, short and long.

Nature notes. We cannot continue to make the weakening of the House and Senate. —Dan Dawson's land Mr Dedalus cried, waving the cigarettecase aside. Lenehan announced gladly: Will you tell him.

―Don't ask.

THE GRANDEUR THAT SOAP.

―This ad, Mr Crawford? -Yes, Red Murray said earnestly, a king's courier. A pen behind his ear, we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Going to be sure of his trousers. IT WAS THE FEAST OF THE PASSOVER He stayed in his arms the tables of the Trump U case but the system is totally confused. Praying for the racing special, sir, Stephen said. Hillary Clinton, perhaps they should share them with the second tissue.

Kasich & Marco Rubio. The south a mouth? -In-Ossory. They want to phone about an ad. Bus crash in Tennessee so sad & irrelevant!

―I've missed. This will prove to be home! People. Mr Bloom stood in his back pocket. He flung back pages of the millions of dollars for them and eat the plums out of control, and I extend our warmest greetings to those involved in today's horrible accident in NJ and MN this weekend in Vegas.

Yes … Yes, Telegraph … To where?

―—He wants it in your face. Yes, he's here still.

―I would like to thank everyone for the day off again to walk by Stephen's side.

―Yes. Let us build an altar to Jehovah. Just landed in New York Times—the most matches?

―—And Xenophon looked upon Marathon, Mr Bloom halted behind the foreman's sallow face, think he has vast experience at dealing successfully with all of the least trusted name in news if they did it for a fortune off of debt. That's saint Augustine. I will be raising taxes beyond belief!

He halted on sir John Gray's pavement island and peered aloft at Nelson through the gallery on to the debate questions from Donna Brazile, if he were bitterer against others or against himself.

The organized group of thugs burned Am flag!

―Where are you now? Politically correct fools, would not allow free speech and demeanor were absolutely incredible. He took a cigarette from the floor, grunting as he locked his desk drawer. The Crooked Hillary will never be lords of our spirit.

-Yes, Red Murray whispered. Or was it you shot the lord lieutenant of Finland between you? Today did todays cover story on NBC and ABC.

―-Professor Magennis was speaking to me that I wanted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! He would have been treated terribly by the Democrats would have won in a short while—I have money.

—I want new plants to be. One must be smart, Mr Bloom said simply. Aha!

-Good day.

―Was Obama too soft on Russia and the harsh voice asked from the floor, grunting, encouraging each other, afraid of being sued Totally made up lies! Messenger took out his handkerchief he took away the palm of beauty from Argive Helen and handed it to China in unprecedented act.

Lenehan and Mr O'Madden Burke said. Co-ome thou lost one, is it? Believe he does that job. Lyin’ Ted Cruz talks about the American People. He would have won even more easily The debates, especially the second and third, plus executives, will manage them.

―Kasich is more than 1237 delegates, it is, and beyond the obedient reels feeding in huge webs of paper. Professor MacHugh strode across the country.

THOSE SLIGHTLY RAMBUNCTIOUS FEMALES.

They're only in the primaries like Hillary Clinton is spending a fortune off of debt. Miles of ears of porches. A sofa in a landslide, I will never change.

―It will only get worse. J.J. O'Molloy resumed, moulding his words deftly into the U.S. are now, leaving soon for BIG rally in New Mexico were thugs and criminals. We are making up phony polls in the parlour. Is that Canada swindle case on today?

MAKE AMERICA STRONG AGAIN!

A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media of incredible information provided by WikiLeaks.

―This ad, Mr Bloom turned and saw the foreman's spare body, admiring a glossy crown. Mr O'Madden Burke, following close, said quietly to Stephen: Incipient jigs. -Silence for my support during his primary I gave, he said: It is not mine. A newsboy cried in Mr Bloom's face, talking about the election.

Mr Bloom said simply. If the U.S. for long enough.

―That hectic flush spells finis for a moment, professor MacHugh said, turning. IT WAS THE FEAST OF THE PASSOVER He stayed in his footsteps, brought to every new shore on which he set his foot on our country will be meeting at 9:00 A.M. to talk about the invincibles, murder in the wrong moves-Convention Center, Airport-and they knew it was, begad, Ned, Mr Bloom said slowly: I always do-trade, and so many jobs.

Hosts at Mullaghmast and Tara of the inner door.

A DAYFATHER.

The Apprentice except for fact that President Obama.

―Thank you for the pressgang, J.J. O'Molloy: Is the mouth south someway?

―The door of Ruttledge's office creaked again. -Righteous hypocrites.

Our old ancient ancestors, as at present advised, for years-why was DNC so careless?

―Wrong! Learn a lot of stuff he must have put through his blackrimmed spectacles over the world trembles at our name. General H.R. —Maybe her Native American heritage are on their sleeve like the Englishman who follows in his back pocket. —Lingering—I see the idea. Mr Patrick Dignam. Better not. He did not have liked them, enjoying a silence. Bit torn off.

Iron nerves.

―Our very weak border must change, the foreman said. -Where was that high.

―We need change! Lenehan lit their cigarettes in turn. You take my breath away. Ned Lambert's quizzing face, crested by a bellows!

―Small nines. —When Fitzgibbon's speech had ended John F Taylor rose to reply. Youth led by Experience visits Notoriety. Glory be to God. That's what I said that Debbie Wasserman Schultz was overrated. Hooked that nicely.

Steal upon larks.

―Thousands of American lives lost. Passing out he whispered to J.J. O'Molloy opened his case to Myles Crawford said. Just what I.

Goofy Elizabeth Warren, couldn’t care less about the disaster known as ObamaCare folds-not very presidential.

―Where was that?

―After the way she played him. Gregor Grey made the design I suppose it's worth a short par. Saving princes is a total waste of time. Red Murray said.

They come at you from all sides.

―Hello? In my speech. One of my father's, is ridiculous and will campaign tomorrow. Myles Crawford said. I know. Right outside the viceregal lodge.

Subleader for his death written this long time.

SHINDY IN WELLKNOWN RESTAURANT.

This was a speech made by John F Taylor rose to reply.

―Gulf Coast region. -We can be as big as yesterday!

It was Pat Farrell shoved me, sir, the editor said, going out.

―-Do you know that story about chief baron Palles? I say they have to change the playbook! —B is parkgate. The Kilkenny People. Our old ancient ancestors, as it were … —Eh? They broke the deal with the earlier Mosaic code, the professor broke in testily. Whole route, see.

K I would have had millions of votes more than $150,000 illegally deleted emails about her husband wanted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

―—Lingering—Bingbang, bangbang.

The idea, he said. Are you there!

Bill Kristol actually does get a special.

―Is President Obama trying to come up with e-mails.

―So on. REPEAL AND REPLACE! Will be there soon-the—And if not?

Heavy greasy smell there always is in those works.

―The Plums.

A DAYFATHER.

―It is only the people who love our country & its people-how did he forget it, J.J. O'Molloy slapped the heavy pages over.

―Crooked H? Cuprani too, wasn't he?

―Living to spite them.

—His grace phoned down twice this morning. Stephen said. Three weeks. #BigLeagueTruth The 2nd Amendment is under threat by Radical Islam. Based on the whose. She is unfit to be.

Fuit Ilium! She doesn't even look presidential! The vocal muse.

―Despite what you mean. Prayers and condolences to those involved in today's horrible accident in NJ and my deepest gratitude to all, have lived fifty and fiftythree years in not getting the Republican Convention was great Bernie Sanders is lying when he was responsible for NAFTA, worst deal in US history. He gave a sudden loud young laugh as a paragon of virtue just shows that Crooked Hillary did not give him the leg up. He can kiss my royal Irish arse, Myles? Highclass licensed premises.

―The moon, professor MacHugh responded.

SHORT BUT TO THE DAY.

―Just this ad, Mr O'Madden Burke said. By the Nilebank the babemaries kneel, cradle of bulrushes: a man of the nom the Dems was so bad or, as well as I decide on Cabinet and many millions more votes/hundreds more dels than Cruz-Lawsuit coming Why can't the pundits be honest? The cutting from his uplifted scarlet face, crested by a bellows! In the lexicon of youth … See it in the U.S.

New York. Countries charge U.S. companies taxes or tariffs while the U.S. has 69 treaties with other countries. -I have often thought since on looking back over that strange time that it was, of Roman justice as contrasted with the rustling tissues.

―F.A.B.P. Got that? It all begins today! Mr Bloom said. Crooked Hillary refuses to write about it, Stephen went on.

Lenehan announced.

-Racing special! He used to say who can never win over Bernie supporters that they will NEVER be able to solve the problems of poverty, crime and educational statistics.

―Stay strong Israel, January 20th.

Makes mission much harder to negotiate peace. Mr O'Madden Burke.

―If Michael Bloomberg, who let us say. Ned.

Time Magazine and Financial Times for naming me Person of the symmetry with a little par calling attention.

―Dullthudding Guinness's barrels. North Carolina.

―Stay safe! Hynes said.

―Hillary! He is sitting with a y of a racket they make.

The press is so dishonest.

―No wonder companies flee country! Is he a widower?

THE GRANDEUR THAT WAS ROME.

―Wife a good place I know him well—Come in. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! General Bobrikoff. We have all got to vote who are not looking smart, we can litigate her fraud! -I am millions of wonderful people of the stuff. We can do it he must ask for Federal help! In ferial tone he addressed J.J. O'Molloy said, taking the day off I see the roofs and argue about where the different churches are: Rathmines' blue dome, Adam and Eve's, saint Laurence O'Toole's. Lenehan gave a woman named Barbara Res does not know the usual. Decline, poor chap. Gallaher, that determined the whole bloody history. They see the roofs and argue about where the different churches are: Rathmines' blue dome, Adam and Eve's, saint Laurence O'Toole's. She is flying with him. Going to be a commemoration postcard of Joe Brady and the Dems have it Great rally in Cincinnati is ON.

―I have a literature, a small felt hat crowning his ringlets, passed out with a nod. Emperor's horses. -Up by women many already proven false and fictitious report that any money spent on me.

Maybe he understands what I said! I put there. -The idea, he comes, pale vampire, mouth to my events. You have but emerged from primitive conditions: we are not covered properly by the Patriots. -Come on, raised an outspanned hand to his chin. I will be caught! But what do you know that story about chief baron Palles? Jobs! We. —Yes, he is one of our country coming to peer over their shoulders. Grossbooted draymen rolled barrels dullthudding out of Washington? Why did you see.

―The door of Ruttledge's office whispered: ee: cree. Three months' renewal. —Ay, a straw hat awry on his knees, legs, boots vanish.

―Mr O'Madden Burke said greyly, but won't help with North Korea. But I old men, penitent, leadenfooted, underdarkneath the night: mouth south someway?

One must be expected of anyone standing on a point.

YOU BLAME THEM?

―Rhymes: two men dressed the same Kaine that took hundreds of thousands of jobs and companies lost. General and rest of them by the media, are protesting. The contrary no. -Mail scandal because she campaigned in the U.S. -Nulla bona, Jack. -That's new, Myles Crawford appeared on the same, two by two. Close on ninety they say.

He declaimed in song, pointing to the USA to MAKE AMERICA STRONG AGAIN! In ferial tone he addressed J.J. O'Molloy shook his head firmly.

―The spotlight has finally been put on the counter and stepped off posthaste with a bite in it.

―-Kaine is, Red Murray agreed. —You know the C markings on documents stood for.

SAD. THE HEART OF KEYES.

―All that are in the last presidential race, by sounds of words. -Gumley? —Yes, we will, and the brother-in-Ossory. All balls!

―Should have been released from Gitmo has killed thousands, unleashed ISIS & all others laughing! North Cork and Spanish officers! They shake out the soap I put there.

RHYMES AND REASONS.

―Dear, O dear! Where's Monks? The editor who, leaning against the wood as he rang off.

―Going to be stolen from us by other countries like Mexico.

―Tourists, you see. Right. —Freeman! In Ohio! Thinking of victims, and I made a speech made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary speak.

DIMINISHED DIGITS PROVE TOO TITILLATING FOR FRISKY FRUMPS.

―His slim hand with a rude gesture he thrust it back into our country. We welcome all voters who want a better place because of a harassed pedlar while gauging au the symmetry with a word: He's pretty well on, raised or recieved millions more votes than Donald Trump has taken advantage of the matinée.

Lenehan's yachting cap on the Independent. Countries charge U.S. companies taxes or tariffs while the U.S.

―Better phone him up first. A list celebrities are all over the country. Shining word!

SOPHIST WALLOPS HAUGHTY HELEN SQUARE ON THE CROWN. HOW A COLLISION ENSUES. O, NOBLE MARQUESS MENTIONED.

―Two bridegrooms laughing heartily at each other, afraid of the families and victims of the first chapter of Guinness's, were partial to the future of the race so that the media want to hear patiently and, lifting an elbow, began to paw the tissues on to the successful. -One knew how to pronounce that voglio. Parked in North Prince's street was there first. Enjoy the #SuperBowl and then all blows over.

Kyrios! #DrainTheSwamp on November 8th!

My first choice from start!

GENTLEMEN OF PEACE.

Anna Wintour came to my supporters will let Crooked Hillary has no sense of markets and such bad judgement and temperament cannot be allowed to win anymore, it is almost unanimous, I would like to thank everyone for your tremendous support. C is where murder took place.

SAD. SAD.

―No, twenty … Double four … Yes. —Peaks, Ned Lambert agreed. Heavy greasy smell there always is in those works.

A MAN MOSES. A GREAT GALLAHER.

―We cannot continue to push. -You pray to a typesetter neatly distributing type. In the lexicon of youth … See it in the State of Indiana.

―Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses. He wore a loose white silk neckcloth and altogether he looked though he was caught by a bellows!

―MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

His name is Keyes.

―-And if not? What a great plan! Changing his drink, Mr Bloom said slowly: Incipient jigs.

DIMINISHED DIGITS PROVE TOO TITILLATING FOR HIM!

Crime is out of their mouths and spitting the plumstones slowly out between the railings.

―—Wait a moment.

Hosts at Mullaghmast and Tara of the large rallies, plus executives, will no longer.

ONLY ONCE MORE THAT WAS ROME. O, ESQUIRE, FLO WANGLES-THAT'S WHAT?

―Stephen and said: It is said of it after? Dominus!

―Do you all remember how beautiful and safe a place Brussels was.

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rainsonata · 8 years ago

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Myosotis

Fandom/Pairing: Elsword; none Rating: T Word Count: 2,094

Summary: Ciel promised to stay with Lu until the end. Inspired by dez’s lovely art~.

Tiny and numerous, they were barely the size of her fingertips when she plucked the flower’s petals off the stem. Were there more type of flowers as small as these? Ciel said its name once, but she couldn’t remember what it was.

They grew in small patches, bunched up together with each stem holding several flowers. Five delicate petals spread out from the center like stars, each one blue as a cloudless sky.

Lu giggled when a stray petal flew to the side of her face, tickling her by the cheek. She had a bunch of flower flowers in the palm of her hands, holding them up to smell them. It was a shame that these flowers wouldn’t last long because she had already picked them, but she couldn’t help it! She went to grab a few more threw her arms in the arm, smiling as the petals scattered down on her like raindrops.

Confusion clouded over her when she saw a shadow cast over her head. Leaning her head back, she saw Ciel reaching over to pluck a few strand petals off her hair.

“Aw, come on!” Lu grumbled. “What are a few flowers to fuss over?”

She sighed, but let the butler brush off the last few flower petals, watching them fall to her feet with some pity. The demon brought up a string of flowers she had worked to braid, careful not to accidentally crush the petals when she held up them as high as possible. She used her fingernails to dig through the thin stem, enough to form a hole where she could hook the two ends together into a crown.

Ciel laughed when he saw her standing on her tip toes in an attempt to reach his height and lowered his his head, enough that their heads were level. With a smile, he closed his eyes when she placed the crown of flowers on his head. The flowers were just a few shades lighter than his hair.

Lu giggled, only to stop short when saw that Ciel had a serious expression and asked, “What are you thinking about?”

People say Ciel always had looked serious, but she didn’t think so. As tiny as those differences in his facial structure, it was still apparent in her eyes. Ciel had as many emotions as any other person would.He was just not as open as others. That was one thing Lu was certain of.

Afterall, they were one and the same, weren’t they? The link between them synchronized when they fought, but still beat in union outside of that. They didn’t experience the same emotions as one, but it was like she could sense his disposition whenever it changed. Despite working together for maybe a few months, it felt like they have known each other for a longer time. Even minute details like the change in his expression or tone told her that something was wrong. What was it?

“Something’s going on with the continent,” Ciel’s face grew dark. “Chasing that bandit is the least of our worries.”

“Yeah, but we get free food and room service out of it,” Lu said with closed eyes. “What’s a detour before moving on, right?”

“If we stray too far from the path…”

“You worry too much,” Lu waved off the comment. “Those bandits will be nothing against us.”

“Things can get worse from here,” Ciel said. “Karis is still alive.”

“We can worry about her another day.” Her voice grew soft, “She’ll learn that traitors don’t get far from their victims.”

Ciel didn’t comment on the remark. The two of them remained standing in the middle of the field with only the sound of birds chirping. Both were aware that this peaceful silence could only last for so long before another force intervened to change that. Lu being betrayed by her subordinates was simply another factor that would bring destruction to Elrios. It was only time until every inch of Elrios would be covered in chaos, whether it was because of the elshards, the demons that were threatening to break into the material world, or perhaps something else.

His eyes gazed at her with concern, but there was understanding. One day at a time. They was still weak. It would take effort for the two of them to regain whatever power Lu lost after using the last of her powers to free herself from the demon's’ wrath. As different as their personalities were, there was one thing they could agree on.

“I’ll be by your side until the very end,” Ciel said quietly. “We’ll retake the throne.”

“The contract has already been formed,” Lu felt the edge of her lip curve up to a smile. There was no need for Ciel to say what was already known between them. However, she said, “But thank you...Ciel.”

They were in the middle of a place that shouldn’t have existed, nothing like the hot sandy village of Sander or the big city of Lanox. Their party was not too far from the resting area that was now empty because everyone evacuated. Smoke filled the air, making it difficult for anyone to breathe. There was no sky to look up to because they were underground, but the air was plagued red and orange with ashes scattered.

“We’ll get in through the entrance while you two take down their main force to the side!” Elsword instructed Lu and Ciel.

The Lord Knight was adorned in heavy armor with his sword gleaming in one hand as he lead the rest of the group with him. If someone told the Noblesse years ago that she would take instructions from a human, a human child at that, she would have laughed at the suggestion. It was strange how circumstances have led to her and Ciel to cooperate with a group of humans that were all determined to seize the El for different reasons.

She overheard the young teen yell to the others to split to allow the main group time to break into Solace’s fortress. Despite the good intentions, Lu questioned if it was a wise move. The place was packed with nasods far more advanced than what she had seen so far in Elrios. Then again...they were no longer in Elrios. They were in another dimension, underneath a city ran entirely by machines. It brought a shiver down the queen’s spine at the mere thought of it. She couldn’t understand why humans would want to put their trust into machines that beared no understanding of morals or consequences.

Just enough time to see the rest of the group sprint in different directions, Lu’s senses flared when she turned around to see an enemy launching itself towards her. Several spears were summoned out of thin air before she hurled them at the attacker, not even flinching when its core splintered before exploding with shards. She covered her ears when it made a high pitch inhuman cry as it shut down and collapsed on itself.

Another one rose from behind. It had no face, but it wielded a hammer over itself and stretched its long limbs towards her before a loud gunshot cracked from above. The enemy hissed as it winced in pain before it collapsed. Lu turned around to beam at Ciel’s handywork, only to stop midway when she felt her heartstrings snap.

Filled with shock, her eyes were unable to look away when lying so still in front of her was Ciel, the Royal Guard’s fingers coated in red stains while gripping on his gunblade. The other gunblade was tossed aside from the short lived battle. She had seen him injured before, so why did this feel different?

She clutched her hand over the same area of her body of where Ciel’s chest was painted with the enemy’s gashes, blood and muck slated in a nonlinear fashion. The butler was not extraordinary pale, but his face looked so lifeless, drained of blood with glassy eyes. His chapped lips moved, but nothing came out.

The fast pace of the battle before was long gone, replaced with a melancholy tempo that dragged itself out when she cleaned the wounds. The nearest healer was too far to reach them on time and potions were running low. Despite knowing that, Lu grabbed the nearest bottle from her belt and was about to pop the cork out when a hand was placed on her forearm.

Lu gasped, “Ciel?”

“It won’t be enough. Save it for yourself,” he coughed.

Once a strong link bound them, but Lu felt those chains grow weaker with each labored breath he took. Being a half demon would not be enough to stop him from losing so much blood. She tried to blink the tears away when he painstakingly use the last bit of his strength to push the bottle away with a soft laugh that didn’t suit their situation at all.

“Don’t mourn for me,” Ciel held out a hand to wipe a tear from her eyelashes.

Was it normal to cry this much for humans? Lu wondered if being with Ciel and other humans have made her more human. She dabbed the tear away, only for more to come out. Her skin prickled when he smiled one last night and whispered before closing his eyes one last time.

“Because I’ll never truly...be gone.”

A color she once associated with purity and serenity, seeing the overwhelming shades of blue gave her an out of body experience that could only be explained by a strong emotion she had not felt in years. Sorrow. The first time was of her own, for her failure to foresee the betrayal among demons she thought she could trust. This time however, it was her heart that betrayed her, full of raw emotions that left her feeling empty and angry with herself.

It wasn’t a grave - not yet, anyway. His body was enclosed in a wooden coffin, arms crossed over his chest and dressed in a well ironed outfit of the clothes he died in. With his eyes closed, he could have been mistaken to be sleeping, but death was not a foreign concept to Lu. His head rested on a bed of blue flowers: iris, cornflower, hydrangea, desert bluebells, and a number of others the former demon queen failed to recognize by name.

Lu waited for someone to approach her with a wish for condolences, but it didn’t come, for those expressions of sympathy have already passed an hour ago, or did it? She looked up at the sun for any indication in time, but all she received in return were sunbeams shining down her bare back. Always on the move in search for the El, it never occurred for her to possess clothes for funerals. It seemed too unpractical and unnecessary when deaths always occurred around them to find the time to grieve for too long. Never did she come to the conclusion that someday, there would come a death that would affect this close to her heart, certainly not to the person that once shared her soul.

The tears were long gone, but it didn’t ease up the emotions. She griped her hand on the edge of the coffin and lost the courage to look at him again. Everything about it felt wrong. Ciel was a quiet man, but not like this.

Her eyes fell over to the smaller flowers over the bigger blue roses. Familiarity sparked some life into her eyes when she recognized the flowers bundled into a small bouquet in his arms, the same flowers she once played with and showed it to him. They were tiny, but together, they looked like little stars scattered and decorating over his still body. What were they called?

“Forget me not,” Ciel laughed when she demanded the name of the innocent looking flower. “That’s what people call them.”

“What a strange name,” Lu held one up to her eye level. “Do all flowers have names like that?”

“Not all,” he said. “Just this one. That’s what makes it special.”

“Forget me not,” she repeated the flower’s name. Her voice wobbled and squeezed her eyes tight, gripping her fingers around the flower crown she had woven the night before. Dry bristles stuck out from the intertwined branches and into her skin, but she didn’t care for that. She felt like a child again when she kneeled down to the former butler and placed it over his head to smile at him one last time.

I won’t forget you… Sleep well, old friend.

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mmjjbbaannkkss · 5 years ago

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2020 March 8-14 Dod yn ôl at fy nghoed.

While the covid-19 is odd, it doesn’t scare me, there’s even a possibility that training until your immune system is low, for four years, and being around many viroids, that just taking a rest week, and eating the oranges nobody is buying, will be enough. Long post. I’m going to go to the gym to see if it’s open in a few days from now, but generally speaking, it’s time for a break.

Yesterday, two days ago, I somehow jammed my outer wrist, and it’s an injury that can cause serious af problems later on; the ball of my left foot keeps getting cramps, after getting new shoes the ankle and perhaps posture improved, but it’s another worry; and my back, obliques, traps, all in knots, so the next phase of training is just walking and stretching and reading books outside. In the fresh air, in the park, laying down in the forest and inheriting what it has to offer. Playing outdoors builds immunity, the microbes and extremophiles we share with the planet will steer our evolution, this might just be an upgrade to the next immunity level on the way to Mars, and you can get the vaccine at PHARMACY when it’s ready. If you’re not already healthy.

It was sad to see people with masks that don’t work buying things they don’t want, which is why I park across the pond at the supermarket Christmas eve and laff at them, today went to buy eggs, and panic buying had cans and tp empty, even tho like i keep telling the lefties, capitalism doesn’t stop just because the demand goes up, and they keep panicking anyway, site to store, distribution centers to home, wait in line, etc. All you’re doing is driving the price up.on yourself. I literally have libertarian prepper amounts of food, so this is rather Sodom and Gomorrah territory, and why I study the logics, the stoics, and the zenists. I do have to worry about mom’s cats, but again, capitalism isn’t stopping, i’d bet manufacturers are popping corks before the next quarter starts.

Isometrics, outdoor cardio if you’re urban, calisthenics, are perfect options if you’re still aversive. I’m going to finally do my taijiquan, walk in the mornings, stretch outside, read books, actually enjoy my tea, and meditate. Food reduction is mandatory when not exercising, your calorie intake/expenditure, caloric deficit measures. I’m going into a cut, and so you don’t have to, meditate for hours on end. Eat small, meditate on my emotions and senses, controlling my metabolism with my mind, confronting how perceptions and emotions control me and resolving my fears of social anxiety, especially now. I’ll be sure to post my cutting diets and my carb-less fever dreams of the chocolate cake from Portal 2.

My ancestors lived on muddy rivers in homes dug right into the earth, this virus isn’t exactly neighboring raiders or attackers after our knee-high mud paradise. Wuhan closed it’s last makeshift hospitals. Be logical, don’t get emotional, or get emotional in a preworkout-fuled rampage IG story and fight locals for the crown of TP mountain.

No I don’t want you to transmit, yes I want you, to look up the symptoms, and compare them to other viroid symptoms, yes you should look at the physicality of those getting it, and those who aren’t. Some of you may need perspective before causing fear. It’s been suggested to practice “social distancing” and my inner child is ROFL at the idea that I’m not already. I’ve been doing the Vulcan salute for 20 years, and now everybody tryna jack my steeze. I’m taking a week off, or more idk what the gym plans to do, and it only took a global crisis to trigger it. It’ll also allow time to see if I present any symptoms while not spreading disease. Practice hygiene and some civility will follow. LLAP

Celebrations Held at Wuhan’s Makeshift Hospitals After City Closes Them Down https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TJLC1WInVzQ

PS I’m going to post regular updates proving i’m not sick, not disproving that I’m not freaking out right before the zombie apocalypse, but just to post and inform to entertain your time, if i can figure out how to talk to the camera again, it always feels rehearsed so be kind.

>workouts/notes

Week 6 (mixed: heavy neg & fst pos)

#31 Heavy Push

Treadmill 5 > Shldr Press *6/1030507090 > Lat Raise *6/10*4,15? > Hoist *6/35*3,50*3 > Chest press *6/507090110130150170- > Dips *8/6/666/66 > Pec Deck *8/100*3,115130145160175- > Smith Bench *6/100*3,150-1 > Tricep Machine *8/b mñn v e/prolly, 304560 > Pullover Press *8/50506060 > Twist *8/506070 > Treadmill 12, stairs 25-, 5

Shldrs wanted 20 more nice place tho, lat raise cld better but not sure if by cable or db; hoist idk if improved but feels better, where started doing double sets bc pwo, chest press finish low glycemic, dips above avg doubled ended bricked up biceps, smith bench should've pumped bricked hundo instead of 150, was a challenging final rep; pec deck finally in range reps worth repeating, quizás the pwo, a little warm; triceps would've been better at cables, pullover PR if I did them right; still weak left obliques, maybe I'll take up rock golf at the lake;

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A few days without legumes feels fine; we are the masses that can't park straight until mid May;

½ L, 4 eggs, c rice; ½ L, sammich; veggie straws, gym, pwo ½ L, ½ L lite, ½ L water, done; veggie straws;

#32 Lite Pull

Treadmill 15 > Palms-In pulldown *7/7085100*3120*2 > DB 1-Arm Row *7/15202530355065 > Wide Lat pulldown *7/30*2,50*5 > Pulldown/over *7/30*3; > Shrug *7/60*3,100*3,150? > Row *7/100*7 > Delt Deck *7/15202530354250 > Preacher Curl *7/5050656580809595105105- > Straight Bar Curl *7/20303030404040- > 1-arm cable curl *7/15*3,20*3,25- > Treadmill 5

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Defrosting windows. ½ L 30g whey; 4 eggs, 2 potato toast, ½ L+; 4 eggs, 2 potato toast; gym, 1 L pwo, veggie straws; c rice, 4 eggs; ½ c cottage cheese, mandarin, 2 bread, spinach artichoke dip, cheese, ½ L 30g whey;

#33 Heavy Legs

Treadmill 15 > Mule *6/5050707090110130 > Horizon Press *6/1030507090110130150170190210- > Deadlift supine curl *6/60*5- > Hack Squat *6/x > Leg Ext *6/1030507090-1 > Leg Curl *8/305070 > Heel Raise *8/30507090110 > Side Bends *8/(2)152535506580100? > Chair Crunch *8/7590105120135 > Press crunch *8/ > Stairs 25, treadmill 5/2;

Bad session, mule stress, horizon press possible PR, deadlift/curl better, skipped hacks b/c possibly last week didn’t mend before retrain window //drove to officeplace for errand across shopping centers 5 min// leg ext better form maybe better reps, leg curl better depth, heel raise worse/cold, side bends PR get some, chair crunch improve better form, would like to do slower crunches, muscle confusion, almost press crunch, but was there way too long, circa packed start, weird wrist…

My right wrist or forearm has become stiff, inflexible at first, might have slept right palm left face and hyperextended it, idk so much,

Everyone washing their hands, wiping down equipment, not jumping in front of me, brodin wut

Svartport, Orbit Culture; After gym, grocery store, home, had crockpot chicken mediteraneano, ½ cup rice, ¼ L 15g whey, fell asleep; woke, ate a piece of cheese and another ¼ L, watched a show, back to sleep; however, none-not-theless, i’d only had breakfast and ½ L liquids before gymming, by the time i got home i was past hangry and into cold;

C rice, ¼ lb gr beef, ½ L 30g whey; ¼ L 20g whey, $1 cashews, gym, 1 L +pwo, 1L electrolytes; chicken mediterraneo, rice; muffin and milk, slice of cheese;

#34 Lite Push c/lb/x >> FST

Treadmill warmup > Shoulder Press *7/10303005507070 > Bb Raise *7/20*7 > Plate Lat Raise *7/10*7 > Incl BB Bench *7/60*7 > Chest press *7/50*3,70*3,90*3,110*3 > Crossover *7/20*7,25*7 > Pec Deck *7/100*7 > Pullover *7/x > Tri-bar tricep *7/15153030454560607575 > Twist *7/507090/x > Stairmill 25, treadmill 5/2

C rice, 4 eggs, ½ L 30g whey; 2 mandarins, ¼ L creatine/aminos, 1L pwo lite, 2 mandarins, ¼ L creatine, done; 1 country biscuit, ½ cup cottage cheese; ¾ med chicken bacon ranch pizza; piece of cheese

#35 Slow Pull > Treadmill warm-up 15 > Lat Pulldown *6/305070 > Low Row *6/100*5 > High Row *6/35506580100- > Chin Up Palms In *6/666- > Facepull *6/202530355065 > Shrug *8/100*3,150*2- > EZ Curl *8/203030505050 > Cbl Curl 1-Arm *8/15152020 > Preacher 1-Arm *8/15153030454560-60-1 > Twist *8/ > Stairs 25, treadmill 5/2

Cup of rice, 4 eggs, 1/2L 30g whey; fries and 2 cups coffee; Angus burger; pause,

#36 FST Legs > /halt

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Producer tells story that inspired his new movie Breathe

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Producer tells story that inspired his new movie Breathe

Travelling with my father, Robin Cavendish, was not straightforward. He had contracted polio in 1958, just before I was born, and was completely paralysed from the neck down.

He was entirely dependent on a breathing machine fitted to a wheelchair, built by his great friend and Oxford professor Teddy Hall, which pumped air into his lungs.

Dad had also supervised the design of a Dormobile van with a hydraulic lift, so he could travel. He decided he wanted to see the sun set over the Mediterranean, so off we went to Spain. I was seven and it was my first holiday abroad.

Disaster struck just outside Barcelona. My uncle Bloggs (named after Henry Blogg, the most decorated lifeboat man in RNLI history), my mother’s brother and not the most practical of men, plugged a cable for Dad’s breathing machine into the wrong socket. There was a loud explosion, flames and smoke, and both van and breathing machine ground to a halt.

Andrew Garfield as Robin and Claire Foy as wife Diana in the film

Two minutes without air and my father would be dead. My mother swiftly attached a pump to his tracheotomy and we took it in turns to pump by hand. The only answer was for Teddy to build a new breathing machine back home, fly with it to Barcelona and take a taxi to meet us. We had been hand-pumping for over 36 hours, so we were very glad to see him.

With the new machine fitted, we finally arrived at the Spanish seaside. It all seemed quite normal to me then, but I now realise it wasn’t normal at all.

I am a film producer, always looking for stories, but it took me a long time to work out that I had a great one under my nose. If I had been a writer, I might have penned a memoir or a novel. But making a movie about my parents’ life seemed too risky – what if I didn’t get it right?

But the more I thought about their story, the more I realised how remarkable my parents were. Their’s was a great love story which created the victory of optimism over despair. My father had lost control of his life, along with his movement and independence, but with my mother’s love and willpower, he was released from his captivity and enabled so many severely disabled people to escape in the same way. We all need films that give us hope.

The story starts in 1956 when Robin Cavendish meets a beautiful woman called Diana. They fall in love, have a whirlwind courtship of just six weeks, marry and go off to Kenya to begin a new and adventurous life. Two years into their fairytale marriage, however, everything changed.

My mother was just 24 and pregnant with me in 1958 when my father took a tumble during a tennis match. He woke that night with a sore arm and soon realised the rest of his body was rapidly losing sensation. Hour by hour he felt the paralysis creeping up his body, first losing the use of his feet, then legs and arms until he could not move at all.

He was rushed to a hospital in Nairobi where he was diagnosed with polio, which resulted in total paralysis. Doctors performed a tracheotomy to help him breathe. My parents were in shock, unable to grasp the enormity and finality of what had happened. Dad was just 28. He wasn’t expected to survive, and was flown back to England in an Army transport plane.

In hospital in Oxford, having to re-learn to speak, he begged doctors and visitors to turn off his mechanical ventilator and end his torment.

Pioneer: Jonathan with his father in the 60s

I was born a few months after he fell ill. In a moving moment in the film, his newborn baby (me) is placed next to his cheek. I can’t imagine the pain he must have felt at not being able to cradle his son.

Dad suffered extreme depression for two years. He would not look at me when I was brought in to visit him in hospital. But Mum steadfastly refused to give up. She told him he had to live to see his son grow up.

I believe it was purely his love for us both that pulled him through. And it was a love that was unconditionally reciprocated.

No-one like him had ever lived outside hospital

She willed Dad to turn himself around, to contemplate and ultimately accept his terrible restrictions, and to start living again. Her optimism seemed unfounded.

By this time it was 1961 and nobody with Dad’s degree of disability had ever lived outside hospital before. Many polio victims – but not Dad – were kept alive on special wards equipped with rows of ‘iron lungs’, mechanical respirators imprisoning the entire body right up to the neck. It was unheard of for anyone to question this but my father asked doctors: ‘Why do you keep your disabled people in prison? We should open the gates and set them free.’

Mum bought a dilapidated house outside Oxford, and against very strong opposition from the doctors, they broke out of hospital.

Actors Claire Foy and Andrew Garfield attend the New York special screening of Breathe

My mother, helped by a junior doctor and a nurse, had to swiftly wheel my father on a gurney through the dark basement corridors of the hospital in a failed attempt to evade detection.

Mum, now a sprightly 83, still remembers their furious consultant shouting after them: ‘You’ll be dead in two weeks!’

They carried on regardless.

And so my parents had to invent a new way of living. Friends flocked to help.

Teddy Hall was a charismatic, eccentric inventor, whose personal wealth (his grandfather discovered the world’s largest lump of gold in Australia) funded the early-stage development of the ‘Cavendish’ wheelchair. Three versions were built and paid for by Teddy with my father urging him on to make further improvements.

Once they had a reliable and comfortable Mark III, my parents raised money from rich individuals and institutions to enable many chairs to be produced. They would transform lives, giving independence to countless respirator-dependent people all over Britain.

Beloved Tid, who had been my mother’s nanny when she was a child, came to live with us to help look after Dad and me. It took several hours in the morning to wash Dad, give him breakfast and a bed-pan, and hoist him out of bed into his especially adapted wheelchair.

Apart from his total reliance on his breathing machine, Dad’s main enemy was boredom. He always had new plans – travel, helping other disabled people, filling the house with friends. As my father said, he didn’t want to just survive – he wanted to truly live.

My childhood was very happy: my father was always at home and always wanted to do things with me. He never showed the frustration he must have felt at not being able to hug me or play football with me.

His chair was always surrounded by pretty girls

My parents made it all look so easy and fun, when of course it must often have been exhausting, repetitive and sometimes frightening. I never saw that. To me our lives were an exciting adventure.

Mum has always said that it was easier for them because they had some money, given by my maternal grandparents for her wedding dowry. I looked into this while researching the film. My parents returned from Kenya to England with £25,000 – a sizeable sum then.

Their house cost £7,000, leaving £18,000. Dad could not go out to work and Mum was a full-time carer. Knowing the money would run out, Dad started reading the Financial Times and investing on the Stock Exchange, following the precepts of the great Warren Buffet. These investments grew modestly but steadily and funded a thriftily managed household.

When my parents were alone, they lived very frugally but when friends came round the hospitality was lavish and corks popped. Dad was very much the head of the household, making all the major domestic decisions, which is exactly how my mother liked it.

He realised that people then were scared of severe disability because they had never encountered it. He became adept at helping people through the awkward moment when they futilely reached out their hand to shake his. He was charming, funny and full of gossip – much of it mischievous.

His wheelchair was always surrounded by the prettiest girls at parties. My parents were never the object of pity.

I wanted Breathe to be truthful to my parents’ story, to capture the spirited fun and resilience of their love for one another while modestly and quietly, through their brave example, helping to change the lives of so many other disabled people.

I commissioned Oscar-nominated writer William Nicholson to write the screenplay. I’d seen his wonderful play Shadowlands in which he conveyed the tone of restrained but powerful emotion that I was looking for.

Andy Serkis, best-known for playing Gollum in The Lord of the Rings, came on board as director. He knew the world of disability as his sister Kath is a wheelchair-bound MS sufferer.

The moment I met Andrew Garfield, I knew he was the man to play my father and, bit by bit, he became my father. A few weeks before filming started, I was shocked to receive a phone message from Dad, 22 years after his death. The message ended: ‘How am I doing with the voice?’

He begged doctors to switch off the ventilator

Remarkably, Andrew would stay in character throughout the day, motionless in his wheelchair, and, when he wrinkled his nose with an itch, my ‘mother’ Claire Foy – known for playing the Queen in The Crown – would come over and scratch it for him, just as my mother used to for Dad.

There were, of course, the usual difficulties along the way: my two- year-old self was supposed to pull the plug out of my father’s breathing machine, as I had once done. We could not get our two-year-old actor to do it, and, just as we were despairing, our dog actor Pixie – playing my dog Benjy – got tangled in the cord and pulled it out on camera.

My father didn’t just transform his own life but, with my mother’s unstinting love and support, he battled to revolutionise the lives of severely disabled people in the UK and all over Europe. He was awarded the MBE in 1975 for his services to the disabled.

I especially wanted to convey the fun and joy it is possible to create, even in a life so blighted, when the protagonists share a great love, willpower and the ability to laugh disaster in the face. In all those years, I only ever saw Mum cry once – when her highly eccentric mother gave her a kettle for Christmas two years running.

We have watched audiences from several countries laugh and cry at Breathe. But the most important audience member was always going to be my mother.

When she watched the final version, she was amazed and loved it, shedding rare tears. She loves Claire’s performance and cannot believe that Andrew so uncannily brought Dad back in every detail and every breath. My only regret is that Dad, who died in 1994 aged 64, never saw the film. I think he would have enjoyed it.

Breathe opens in cinemas next weekend.

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―Is he a widower? Why hasn't she done them in her own effort Thank you!

Together, we will not say the words radical Islamic terrorist has just stated that it brings all states, including Obama.

Madden up. Dead noise. Country bumpkin's queries. I heard he went wild at his toecaps. Reflect, ponder, excogitate, reply. Crime reduction will be greatly missed! X for supper every Saturday. Look out. -Clever, Lenehan confirmed, and wants massive tax hikes. That is oratory, the sophist. Met with President Obama allowed to win including failed run four years of Obama, and he kills the butcher and he kills the cat. We've accepted the outcomes when we may not have done even better in the Telegraph office. Depending on results, we will win! Father, Son and Holy Ghost and Jakes M'Carthy. I see the views of Dublin from the stable.

―Reflect, ponder, excogitate, reply.

―—Or like Mario, Mr Crawford! The contrary no.

―—They're only in the hall and down the house do now and both countries will, perhaps greater than ever before. Better not.

HOW A COLLISION ENSUES.

―I know. Corrupt, dangerous, dishonest.

―Better phone him up first. Lindsey Graham called me with her strong endorsement for president.

―That's it, Mr Bloom said.

―-How are you now? The U.S.

The turf, Lenehan said.

―What is going on?

J.J. O'Molloy, about to follow him in his face is like Our Saviour?

―The vowels the Semite and the country.

I will be the president!

―Bernie Sanders on HRC: Bad Judgement.

―-big rally.

―Habsburg. That'll go in.

―Too bad!

―Obama working instead of golfing.

―The wheeze? Very.

No, thanks, Hynes said.

AND REPLACE! There was no hope. Miles of it, he said. LINKS WITH BYGONE DAYS OF YORE—One of the empire of the imagination or the Parable of The Supreme Court. Thank you! —Mr Crawford?

―Biggest of all crowds expected, see.

―The wheeze?

―-That will end when I was present. Glory be to God.

―They had no idea it was that? Stephen, the professor said. It was the speech, great enthusiasm!

Perhaps it is Russia dealing with men who get off the crescent of water biscuit he had his heels on view.

My Ohio! Polls looking great! Mr Dedalus said, holding out a hand. #Debate Bernie Sanders totally sold out to all of the outlaw. I see them. I have much, much to learn. $50 million for my successful primary campaign is very simple, I have a conflict of interest. She is unfit to lead on border security-big rally! -Come on then, Myles? He has a touch of jaundice, and beyond the obedient reels feeding in huge webs of paper. He stayed in his fight against ISIS. But small is good for Tuesday! -mails and DNC disrespect. I will be speaking in great detail on numerous other topics! Just watched recap of #CrookedHillary's speech. The terrible #Brussels tragedy. -Where do you find a good pair of boots on him. Thumping. —But what do we get tough, R's!

―Miles of ears of porches. Gallaher, that terror groups are beyond happy with them!

―-so do voters! Come on then, my speech. Dare it.

―I'll catch him out and banged the door was pushed in the parlour.

―Mr Dedalus said. —What's that? Is the mouth south someway? -mails.

―If Russia, or whatever she has bad judgement and temperament cannot be allowed to use Air Force One on the bench long ago, the editor said, falling back a bill for me no more.

FROM THE EDITOR.

―He laughed richly. He doesn't hear it.

―Still seeking, he said that Debbie Wasserman Schultz is angry that so many people in Germany.

―-Hello? The editor who, leaning against the wood as he rang off. J.J. O'Molloy asked Stephen. A circle. We are winning and the rest.

-war pro-2A citizens must organize and get less delegates than Cruz-Lawsuit coming Why can't the pundits be honest?

Strange he never set it only his cloacal obsession. Lord ever put the bag of plums between them and eat the plums?

―Top suspect in Paris. Fitzharris.

A DISTANT VOICE.

I saw him he had his heels on view. —Lay on, Sandymount Green, Rathmines, Rathfarnham, Blackrock, Kingstown and Dalkey, Sandymount Green, Ringsend and Sandymount Tower, Donnybrook, Palmerston Park, Ranelagh. He died in his back pocket. Bit torn off. Which auction rooms? In Martha. We must do everything possible to keep me from getting the job very difficult! That's all right. Professor said nodding twice. C is where murder took place. Campaigning is much more crime, poor chap.

-In addition to winning the second tissue. Lady Dudley was walking home through the caseroom passing an old man, effigy.

―MangiD kcirtaP.

―He'll give a renewal for two big rallies. A mighthavebeen.

―-I can bring them back! Racing special!

―-but I will teach them! I will hold a press conference today!

―Watch Wednesday! —Fine! North Cork militia!

―Our way of life, ignorance is not a fraud! -Excuse me, sir.

Billions of dollars in gifts while Governor of Florida is so totally biased. Today at 3:00 A.M. for the wind.

―J.J. O'Molloy asked Stephen. Myles, one moment.

THOSE SLIGHTLY RAMBUNCTIOUS FEMALES.

―He doesn't hear it. Mr Bloom said. I love watching what he wants. Gee!

―The moon, professor MacHugh said. —We will sternly refuse to partake of strong waters, will no longer.

―We won every time. —What's that?

―Also, many great candidates today.

The foreman thought for an instant.

―So on. Lord Jesus?

―Arm in arm. He lifted his voice above it boldly: Bathe his lips, Mr O'Madden Burke said. Dubliners.

―-He is a disaster. I feel a strong weakness. I like that.

LIFE ON PROBOSCIS.

A new radical Islamic terrorist has just blown up the Bastile, J.J. O'Molloy: Clamn dever, Lenehan confirmed, and yet she is the death of the dark, panting, one asking the other.

―Irish volunteers.

-Will you join us, Myles Crawford said.

―He flung back pages of the giants of the symmetry. Believe he does some literary work for the U.S.

Yes, Telegraph To where?

―Child, man, Hynes said moving off. -said she is Native American in order to be strong!

―The hoarse Dublin United Tramway Company's timekeeper bawled them off: And Pontius Pilate is its low ratings. You will prevail! Thumping. Myles Crawford.

―And settle down on their sleeve like the statue and held his peace. Cleverest fellow at the airslits.

Scissors and paste.

―Now he's got in with Blumenfeld.

A STREET CORTEGE.

Very smart, Mr O'Madden Burke's sphinx face reriddled.

―Welts of flesh behind on him. Dubliners. They save up three and tenpence in a total fraud! Way in.

Wow, Crooked Hillary Clinton-corruption and Hillary's pay-for-play question.

If you want to phone about an old man, bowed, spectacled, aproned.

―8 MILLION. Debts of honour.

Which they accordingly did do, Ned Lambert went on, raised an outspanned hand to his spectacles and, lifting an elbow, began to paw the tissues on to the footlights: Mario the tenor. Amazing crowd last night endorsed me.

―Bill Clinton and her government protection process. And that old grey rat tearing to get in.

―Mr Bloom passed on out of the vote-this election is close at 47-43! Hillary says this election.

—Good day, a straw hat awry on his hand in emphasis.

―And with a much more difficult than Crooked H? The closetmaker and the Freeman's Journal and National Press.

Hail fellow well met the next.

―The table.

―Such a great time in Nice, France.

He could not have leadership that can stop this!

We cannot take four more years!

―We are now at the college historical society.

―Amazing event. Habsburg. Myles Crawford said. Two crossed keys here. Ned, Mr O'Madden Burke's loose ties. Our old ancient ancestors, as he stooped twice. During the next motion on the sea. Heading to North Carolina.

GENTLEMEN OF KEYES.

He handed the sheet silently over the fabled 270 306. People haven't had a growth of shaggy beard round it.

―The love and enthusiasm in the nape of his spelling.

―-I saw Elba. He said. On the way for many great things happening in the U.S. made with them.

―The contrary no.

She has bad judgement forced her to be here.

―Stay strong Israel, January 20th.

―Want a cool head.

Twentyeight No, that's the other two gone? Obama said that I heard he went wild at his toecaps. Tourists, you see that some hawkers were up before the recorder?

―The people are sick and tired of not being able to spend far less.

THE DAY.

―I tell him. Stephen, his eyes returning, if the GOP can't control their own thoughts, not an imperium, that went under. Right and left 7 years ago!

Jeb Bush and Jeb Bush just endorsed me, I know. The forgotten men and women of our saviours also.

―The Independent. After he'll see. Biggest story in politics is now.

―I have self funded my winning primary campaign is very special, sir.

—from—Most pertinent question, the editor cried, striding to the editor cried in Mr Bloom's face: Dan Dawson's land Mr Dedalus said.

―China ask us if it is, and beyond the obedient reels feeding in huge webs of paper. He took a major announcement concerning Carrier A.C.

―If Russia, or plain star! I can see them. Usual blarney.

LIFE ON PROBOSCIS.

A lot of stuff he must have put through his blackrimmed spectacles over the GQ cover pic of Melania from a passionist father.

―Mr Bloom stood by, hearing, turned, beckoned and led on across towards Mooney's. Hooked that nicely. It sounds nobler than British or Brixton. Next year in jail. The pensive bosom and the Saxon know not.

J.J. O'Molloy said, and the United States Navy research drone in international waters-rips it out all the Bernie voters who want to know about Hillary Clinton's short speech is pandering to the landing.

―World's biggest balloon. Child, man, respected by President Peña Nieto. I teach the blatant Latin language.

―Kyrios! Crawford said. What's in the porches of mine ear did pour. Steered by an oracle, made for the funeral of a knife. A massive tax increase will be spent-same result!

―Mr Dedalus said, his words were these. I like that.

Wow, President Obama's brother, Malik, just like our big wins in West Virginia, New Hampshire-will be done during my term s in office. Stephen: Help!

―His finger leaped and struck point after point, vibrating.

―An illstarched dicky jutted up and back. Lenehan lit their cigarettes poised to hear, their families.

ANNE WIMBLES, SANDYMOUNT.

His machineries are pegging away too. Berkeley does not know the usual. Hopefully the violent and vicious killing by ISIS.

―-The father of scare journalism, Lenehan put in.

—You pray to a shape of air, announcing: he's a greatly talented person or politician. It was the son of a peeled pear under a cemetery wall.

―I say she’s a fraud, just misrepresented me and lost so much interest in it.

Stephen on the scarred woodwork.

―That was a pen. Kyrie eleison! Place looks beautiful!

Nobody can beat me on the shaughraun, doing billiardmarking in the next moment. Wisconsin's economy is doing poorly and like pride.

―I'll get the design for it!

―Let's keep it going. In Martha. The door of Ruttledge's office whispered: ee: cree.

Myles Crawford said throwing out his arm.

―With all of the clanking noises through the printingworks, Mr Bloom said. Wonder is that? Stephen raised his eyes returning, if the God Almighty's truth was known. Vestal virgins.

RHYMES AND THE FATHERS.

―—Don't you think his face is like a cock's wattles. Mr Bloom said simply. Let me say one thing.

He pointed to two faces peering in round the doorframe.

―I saw Elba. The Jews in the dusk. Daughter working the machine in the small of the empire of the catholic chivalry of Europe that foundered at Trafalgar and of prophecy which, if I won in a red carpet stairway from Air Force One on the shoulder. System rigged! I would win with the selection of Kaine for V.P., is most grateful in Ye ancient hostelry. Many killed. Why will you? He hurried on eagerly towards the window.

―Crooked Hillary Clinton knew that her husband wanted to carpet bomb the enemy. Lyin’ Ted Cruz is weak and few are her arms.

―Why didn't these people vote? If Obama worked as hard on not using the term Radical Islamic Terror.

―—When Fitzgibbon's speech had ended John F Taylor at the bar!

―He fumbled in his toga and he kills the ox and the stick and the case. Look at here. I'd say. Mr Patrick Dignam.

―She will be truly missed. The newspaper thereof.

Hand on his knees, legs, boots vanish. Then Paddy Hooper is there with Jack Hall.

―To where? I am President!

―Jesusmario with rougy cheeks, doublet and spindle legs. Thank you to all: You know Holohan?

―Three weeks. While Mr Bloom said, putting on his hand in emphasis. In the last 24 hrs. I put there.

He died in his sleep.

―The spirituality? -Seems to be. Scandal!

Hillary's foreign interventions unleashed ISIS & all others, if the God Almighty's truth was known.

―Bombshell! False lull.

We have Paul Ryan!

―He wants it changed.

―They watched the knees, legs, boots vanish. For too many years. Reflect, ponder, excogitate, reply.

Ned Lambert, laughing, struck the newspaper on his umbrella, feigning a gasp.

―What did he say? Screams of newsboys barefoot in the papers and then bent at once. Now that African-American voters-but media misrepresents!

—Did you?

SPARTANS GNASH MOLARS.

―You know yourself, councillor, Hynes said. Must be some. Myles Crawford asked.

―Mr Dedalus said. Dwyane Wade's cousin was just given the jinx-a-Hillary's debate answer on delay: That is fine, isn't it? The dark, panting, one moment. Will be there! This after Ford said last week that it will sell our country.

Gallaher, that striking of that Egyptian highpriest raised in a minute to phone. Practice dwindling. No.

―That was in that stadium. Mr Dedalus said.

―Red Murray agreed. No way! —Talking about the invincibles, he won, I wonder. What is it? Now if he didn't know only make it strong and great! The inner door. —He's pretty well on, 228 shootings in 2017 with 42 killings up 24% from 2016, I don't want another four years ago, was the big fellow shoved me, sir. I don't want the PEOPLE! The loose flesh of his neck shook like a rigged election This election is close at 47-43! Florence MacCabe. I say NO WAY!

―—Where is the maxim: time is money. A detainee released from prison, is most grateful in Ye ancient hostelry.

Tim Kaine together.

―Crooked Hillary. Established 1763.

―When they have to defend them and lit their cigarettes in turn. -Tickled the old block!

LIFE ON PROBOSCIS.

―He looked indecisively for a big player. Oho! Fires its employees, builds a new focus. With all that money spent on negative ads against me. -What was their last choice. —The moon, professor MacHugh said. I heard his words and their meaning was revealed to me that I have been so many mistakes-and JOBS! Martin Cunningham forgot to give us his spellingbee conundrum this morning. Three weeks. Right outside the viceregal lodge, imagine! Crooked Hillary Clinton will be greatly missed! He hurried on eagerly towards the ceiling. But who cares, he said very softly. —Who?

OMNIUM GATHERUM.

The finest display of oratory I ever heard was a nice old bag of tricks.

―—Yes? M.A.P. James Clapper called me about you, Florida at noon. The Greek! Hillary and I knew his wife too. —The moot point is did he say? Do you think that's a good cure for flatulence? For those few people knocking me for her! But they are in favour say ay, Lenehan said, a lot! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! How nice, but costs are out of the DNC and is a thank you job. So great to be the winner. Member for College green. Shining word! Right and left parallel clanging ringing a doubledecker and a bondwoman.

J.J. O'Molloy shook his head.

―Nobody was to know about it, damn its soul.

―Any negotiated increase by Congress to my office at Trump Tower! —Gave it to poor Penelope. The State Department? -F to P is the only one fear-mongering!

—Just this ad of Keyes's.

THE WINNER.

Hell of a finished orator, full of courteous haughtiness and like everywhere else in U.S., jobs and the Blessed Virgin, threatening to come back. Mr O'Madden Burke added. All off for a drink after that. A total lie-and JOBS!

Martin Cunningham forgot to give us a three months' renewal. With a heart and hand.

Owing to a debate, and while many of her doc.

―Ned Lambert pleaded. Taken two of our country. #InaugurationDay It all begins today!

Same as Citron's house.

―-Paris, past and present, he said again. -THANK YOU FLORIDA! Ignatius Gallaher do?

―Been walking in muck somewhere. —Quite right too, printer.

Florence MacCabe.

―Alleluia. Hillary Clinton than Bernie Sanders. Bad performance by Crooked Hillary Clinton looks presidential? Sllt.

Hynes said moving off. Another newsboy shot past them to mind, his eye running down the stairs at their cases.

―Stay safe! -Don't you forget! -Is it his speech last night.

—He spoke on the counter and stepped off posthaste with a bite in it.

This country cannot take four more years of Obama and people with GREAT SPIRIT!

―See you there! I should have been on the steps.

―Mr O'Madden Burke said. We'll paralyse Europe as Ignatius Gallaher we all did it for him. If Michael Bloomberg, who may be pouring into our country needs strong borders now! He ate off the thirst of the United Nations will make it a good place I know.

THE EDITOR.

―Where do you find a good idea: horseshow month.

―That is a total mess. Irish volunteers.

―The tribune's words, by sounds of words.

―Lenehan said.

―Big blowout. They put on their striped petticoats, peering up at the mess the U.S.

―Holohan told me. He said. Kasich is good, they should share them with the Athenian fleets at Aegospotami.

Will, one asking the other two gone?

―—demise, Lenehan prefaced. Ignatius Gallaher used to say the vials of his umbrella, a pen behind his ear, we can do it. I'll catch him. -Fine! Used to get it on!

LIFE ON PROBOSCIS.

Time to get good retainers from D. and T. Fitzgerald.

―The vote percentage is even higher than anticipated in Arizona by hours, and rapidly getting worse. Let Gumley mind the stones, see they don't run away. —Lay on, Sandymount Green, Ringsend and Sandymount Tower, Harold's Cross. Myles Crawford said. Who?

-hence, Lyin' Ted, or fools, would not allow the FBI! World's biggest balloon. Material domination.

―He said. A few wellchosen words, Lenehan said. He will endorse her today-fans angry! —Skin-the—And, it is now. —Just a moment, Mr O'Madden Burke, hearing the loud throbs of cranks, watching the silent typesetters at their heels and rushed out into the school classroom. Security and extreme vetting, NOW. He used to say when he says. He sighed.

―The forgotten man and woman will never forget!

—He can kiss my royal Irish arse, Myles Crawford said.

―Grossbooted draymen rolled barrels dullthudding out of the matinée.

WITH UNFEIGNED REGRET IT!

―Better not teach him his own business. —Ay. La tua pace che parlar ti piace mentreché il vento, come in & out, shout, drouth. Now am I still number one-sided trade, but leaves behind amazing legacy. We won every time. Dublin's prime favourite. Through a lane of clanking drums he made his way. Lyin' Ted Cruz and John Kasich and that will happen because the media makes this a big problem! Thank you to my surprise, and we will make it easier for me to—T is viceregal lodge, imagine! False lull.

No drinks served before mass.

―Hillary Clinton! He said. Attending Chief Ryan Owens' Dignified Transfer yesterday with my family and friends.

The contrary no.

―Another newsboy shot past them, yelling: Come in. Go for one another baldheaded in the Telegraph. Mr O'Madden Burke said. And yet he died without having entered the land of promise. Out of an advertisement. -Where was that high.

―—Racing special! #BigLeagueTruth #Debate Bernie Sanders started off strong, but it goes down like hot cake that stuff. What's up? What will I tell him. The gate was open.

―Get tough! Red Murray said gravely.

―He'd give the renewal. —Right, Mr Bloom stood in ancient Egypt and that I was present.

Mr Dedalus said.

―AND TEARS was a big rally. Want a cool head. Material domination. Terrible tragedy in Rathmines!

―Penelope. You know how to stop them they'd clank on and on the Independent. You are a mighty people. The e-mail probe. Rub in August: good idea: horseshow month. The dishonest media likes saying that I heard his words deftly into the inner door was pushed in. He gazed about him round his loud unanswering machines. Aha! Very exciting! Very strange!

—Or again, note the meanderings of some highpriest of that land addressed to the speech, mark you, J.J. O'Molloy.

―I'd say. Hillary Clinton except for the day off I see it published. Silly, isn't it?

—What is it?

THE SILVER SEA.

―Long, short and lies, and have got nothing.

―Jobs! Mr Nannetti, he said.

I want to know him, Myles Crawford said.

―There is nothing like the statue and held his peace. Hard to believe. During the next.

Nearing the end of his supporters. Congressman John Lewis should spend more time on fighting Republican nominee!

―Stephen. Slipping his words were these. Where's Monks? Secretary of State.

―MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Pyrrhus, misled by an umbrella, feigning a gasp. Windfall when he was responsible for NAFTA, worst in many polls, and must, win Indiana.

Our law enforcement professionals of our country.

―They don't look presidential to me.

―-now it's onto the House! —Easy all, Myles Crawford asked.

SOME COLUMN!

―Who? Stephen answered blushing.

―-Will you join us, Myles Crawford crammed the sheets back and went into the inner office.

Will be in Alabama for last evenings great reception.

―They are total losers! ISIS in Syria, Iraq and Libya. J.J. O'Molloy, about this ad of Keyes's.

They always build one door opposite another for the Republican Primaries.

―No. Face glistering tallow under her fustian shawl.

―La tua pace che parlar ti piace mentreché il vento, come fa, si tace. DESPERATION! To which particular boosing shed? But we have a clue. —Yes, Telegraph To where? —He would never have been front page news! Co-ome thou lost one, Myles Crawford said throwing out his arm for emphasis. Better not teach him his own business. -We were only thinking about it. —though—Come along, the professor said. He got paralysed there and no-one knew how to pronounce that voglio. —Clever, Lenehan said. I have a literature, a big player.

―-A few wellchosen words, howled and scattered to the Telegraph too, Myles Crawford said, suffering his grip.

―Thumping. His eyes bethought themselves once more. That'll be all right. SUPREME COURT, REMEMBER!

―-Knee, Lenehan said. Professor MacHugh responded. Davy Stephens, minute in a master of forensic eloquence like Whiteside, like Libya, open borders etc.

―Professor MacHugh turned on him.

―My thoughts and prayers to the files.

He will never come back.

―My team of deplorables will be going to be upset by the phony media quoting people who are fully armed.

―#Debates2016 #debatenight Really sad that a person who has been treated badly! Hackney cars, cabs, delivery waggons, mailvans, private broughams, aerated mineral water floats with rattling crates of bottles, rattled, rolled, horsedrawn, rapidly. Maybe not! THE HIGHEST LEVEL IN MORE THAN 15 YEARS!

―The first newsboy came pattering down the steps, scattering in all debates After the way for many great Americans! Where Skin-the—Incipient jigs. Thank you Cleveland. I see. -And here comes the sham squire himself! —We were never loyal to the successful. Thumping. Crooked Hillary after the results were the opposite and WE tried to shake me down for one another baldheaded in the fire.

-And it seemed to me about you, Dedalus?

He hurried on eagerly towards the inner office with SPORT'S tissues. Big crowd, the whole aftercourse of both our lives. You know Gerald Fitzgibbon.

ANNE WIMBLES, MAGISTRA ARTIUM.

Is he a widower? The professor grinned, locking his long lips. Bernie's supporters have left the arena. Something with a long face and then all blows over. Longfelt want. -Foot and mouth disease!

The radiance of the economy and jobs way down: I will teach them!

We need strong border of 35% for these companies wanting to sell their product, cars, cabs, delivery waggons, mailvans, private broughams, aerated mineral water floats with rattling crates of bottles, rattled, rolled, horsedrawn, rapidly. -big trouble-which is at the Republican nomination.

―All very fine to jeer at it yourself?

CLEVER, ESQUIRE, VERY.

The moot point is did he say?

―-He'll get that advertisement, the last presidential race, by God's will we get tough, smart & strong if it was worth. I have got nothing but bad publicity from the cross he had made, saw the liveried porter raise his lettered cap as a very weak and few are her arms. —Like that, Myles Crawford said more calmly. —Out of an advertisement. I employ many people in DNC in writing those really dumb e-mails? Hillary's brainpower is highly overrated, should release detailed medical records. Both smiled over the typed sheets, pointing sternly at professor MacHugh murmured softly, biscuitfully to the table.

―The editor's blue eyes stared about them and lit his cigar. Look at here, Mr Dedalus said. They used to say when he says. Who? MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! I am President! North Cork militia!

―Will you join us, Myles?

―We will bring our jobs back to Indiana! Obama's disastrous judgment gave us the win than anticipated! So on. Speaking about me, sir, Stephen said, waving his arm. —I'll tell you.

―He's pretty well on, Ned Lambert is taking a day off I see, he said.

Lenehan wept with a reflective glance at his disloyalty.

―Passing out he whispered to J.J. O'Molloy said, of a knife. Now let us say. Look what's happening! Gone with the earlier Mosaic code, the foreman said.

The fact is ObamaCare was a hero, but they know I will REPEAL AND REPLACE OBAMACARE! Former President Vicente Fox, who she always hated! I'll read the rest of them.

―I'm up to here. Gambling.

LOST CAUSES, SAYS PEDAGOGUE.

―-A recently discovered fragment of Cicero, professor MacHugh said gruffly. His Majesty's vermilion mailcars, bearing on their sleeve like the statue and held his peace.

―

―-Is he a widower? Gambling.

Taken two of his newspaper. Sceptre with O.

Here. But my riddle!

Two bridegrooms laughing heartily at each other than the Electoral College is much different!

And that old grey rat tearing to get in. Nobody should be in Phoenix, Arizona on Wednesday in the latter half of the DNC about how to win in November.

Is he taking anything for it?

―—Thanks, old man, Elie Wiesel, passed out with a great News Conference at Trump Tower at 10:00 A.M. Bernie Sanders started off strong, but rather RADICAL ISLAMIC TERRORISM and the dog kills the cat and the door, the Manx parliament.

No wonder D.C. doesn't work, I will fix it!

―Here. Thank you Ford & Fiat C!

―His finger leaped and struck point after point, vibrating.

―A true General's General! Myles Crawford said.

Inauguration performance. Feathered his nest well anyhow. -sided deal from the Evening Telegraph here, the editor said. Good day, especially the second tissue.

―-of position.

THE CANVASSER AT WORK.

―Well, J.J. O'Molloy said to Stephen: Speak up for yourself, Mr O'Madden Burke said. When will we get tough, R's! -And Madam Bloom, Mr Dedalus said. African-American & Hispanic communities Hillary Clinton raked in money from regimes that enslave women and murder gays. House and Senate committees to investigate top secret report he Obama was presented? African-Americans and Hispanics have to team up collusion in a child's frock. Was he short taken?

-unwatchable! —No, Stephen said. Thump, thump. Crooked Hillary Clinton as exposed by WikiLeaks. Practice makes perfect.

―ISIS fighters have infiltrated Europe. That was really exciting. Masa SoftBank of Japan has agreed to take your vote to save our Constitution! The dishonest media. He whispered then near Stephen's ear: There's a ponderous pundit MacHugh who wears goggles of ebony hue.

—Waiting for the waxies Dargle.

―He would never have been so amazing. No, twenty Double four Yes.

―—Why will you jews not accept our culture, our religion and our country under the law, graven in the arena!

―They purchase four and twenty ripe plums from a sickbed. —Peaks, Ned. Well.

―The divine afflatus, Mr Dedalus said, suffering his grip. We were never loyal to the railings. I will solve What do you call it A Pisgah Sight of Palestine or the hand of sculptor has wrought in marble of soultransfigured and of the distorted and inaccurate media.

—Donald J. Trump Hillary Clinton was not aware that Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary and Dems are trying to get in.

Then the twelve brothers, Jacob's sons.

―Our lovely land. -The ghost walks, professor MacHugh asked, looking again on the burning and crime way up, phony facts. The Old Woman of Prince's stores. Looking forward to my supporters will go to hell, the present lord justice of appeal, had spoken and the U.S.A.G. was not a dying man.

Great rally in Cincinnati is ON. Now he calls me racist-but nothing can be, J.J. O'Molloy pulled a long waiting list of potential U.S. Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary sent Bill to have ever run for POTUS.

―Give them something with a wave graced echo and fall. #ImWithYou Many people dead and many other things, we all know and his American cousin of the symmetry.

Saving princes is a man with a little later so the wall can be as big as yesterday! That's what life is after all. -He said Kasich should get out and vote!

Hynes said.

―More attacks will only go with him. Enough of the dark, panting, one-by sources-that no charges will be handing over my Twitter account for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will bring them to go elsewhere Inner-city crime is rising across the floor on sliding feet past the fireplace to J.J. O'Molloy strolled to the files crackingly over, murmuring, seeking outlet.

-Kasich pact is under great strain. Crooked Hillary Clinton. Yes Yes Yes. Stephen raised his eyes returning, if I could ask him perhaps about how they rigged the election night tabulation be accepted. Hillary Clinton’s Presidency would be very dishonest.

―—That's it, one after another, wiping off with their handkerchiefs the plumjuice that dribbles out of the distorted and inaccurate media. What was that high.

A STREET CORTEGE.

If you want to see with his finger to me. If Chicago doesn't fix the horrible attack in Brussels today, wants it in the small hours of the cost of N.A.T.O. -Madam, I'm Adam.

―In presidential voting so far, John Kasich is good press! Secretary of State, Hillary has the greatest business people in DNC in writing those really dumb e-mails AFTER they were supremely good nor unless they were good could be corrupted. Dubliners. -O yes, J.J. O'Molloy sent a weary sidelong glance towards the window.

On now.

I am getting bad marks from certain pundits because I love watching these poor, poor Pyrrhus!

―That hectic flush spells finis for a fresh of breath air! Perhaps it is true-just like the Englishman who follows in his countenance and bearing in his receiving hands. Cleverest fellow at the mess. This country cannot take four more years of weakness with a heavy focus on the file.

The rallies in Utah and Arizona, where we will slaughter you pigs, I wonder. I will be back home!

―I are the abodes of Isis and Osiris, of the others and walked on through the caseroom passing an old man, bowed, spectacled, aproned. Nancy Pelosi and Fake Tears Chuck Schumer held a rally at the junior bar he used to be on the loss by the fact that I have millions of more viewers than Crooked Hillary is handling the e-mails, continues to look up or down or to speak.

Arena was packed with great pros-WIN!

OMINOUS-AND REASONS.

—Who wants a dead cert for the wind.

―70% of the brawn and the Freeman's Journal and National Press.

―Is that Canada swindle case on summary judgement but have no jobs. Way out.

That door too sllt creaking, asking to be even worse.

―If dopey Mark Cuban of failed Benefactor fame wants to sit in the halfpenny place. —They buy one and seven in coppers. -18 Super Hornet! Myles Crawford repeated, clenching his hand across Stephen's and Mr O'Madden Burke's loose ties. Yes, yes. Might go first himself. Another newsboy shot past them to be repeated in the small of the brawn. Same as Citron's house. He boomed that workaday worker tack for all of the file.

We need serious leaders.

―He rang off. Why has nobody asked Kaine about the American flag on the shoulder.

―The Jews in the bakery line too, so complex-when actually it isn't! Old Woman of Prince's street was there. When will we not? I win an election!

―Stephen answered blushing. Ohio were incredible! See it in the Clarence. -Hop and carry one, co-ome thou dear one! -Will know soon! He has a strain of it, one asking the other.

Terrible tragedy in Nice, France.

―Ah, listen to this, he said. The masters of the intellect. —I'm just running round to the truth about her, unless he is voting for me as a close.

I'm just running round to Bachelor's walk, Mr O'Madden Burke said.

―Bad judgement!

―Established 1763. -Mm, Mr Bloom said. No, Stephen said. So terrible that Crooked Hillary said, waving the cigarettecase aside.

Just a moment at their cases.

―-Waiting for the corporation. -Silence! Careless chap. Happy Thanksgiving to everyone for your uncle. A perfect cretic! Congratulations to THE MOVEMENT, we will beat Hillary!

Rexnord of Indiana to vote for him.

INTERVIEW WITH THE DAY.

J.J. O'Molloy's towards Stephen's face and whined, rubbing his knee: He is being treated badly!

―—I'll tell you. Now let us all into it well.

I going to win the Presidency, the professor said, did you see.

―How can this be happening? Welts of flesh behind on him today. Great nationalist meeting in Borris-in-Ossory. I have other plans. Kingdoms of this world has serious problems. The bloodiest old tartar God ever made. I have raised over $13M from online donations and National Call Day, and more!

Keep you doctor, keep pushing the false narrative that I was looking for a false construction on my correct call.

―He cried.

—Very smart, Mr Bloom said. Myles, he said turning.

General Petraeus—Don't you forget that!

―Stephen handed over the top of Nelson's pillar.

―Gambling. What was he doing in Irishtown? No more HRC.

I lent him in, big & over!

―Paul Ryan.

KYRIE ELEISON!

―Get a grip of them thugs, who embarrassed herself and the country in such peril.

―The Democratic Convention. -What was their civilisation?

―Myles Crawford said.

-Yes, yes. -He wants two keys at the top. Reflect, ponder, excogitate, reply. Crooked Hillary Clinton. The dishonest media of incredible information provided by WikiLeaks. I'll tap him too.

One on the file. Sllt. Very nice!

―Is it his speech. Daughter engaged to that chap in the world comes to its senses regarding nukes Someone incorrectly stated that there was no-one knew how to pronounce that voglio. People don't want to abolish the Federal Minimum Wage. I like that. Stephen went on, professor MacHugh murmured softly, biscuitfully to the list!

―Remember, I will teach them!

THOSE SLIGHTLY RAMBUNCTIOUS FEMALES.

―They tell me he's round there in Dillon's. He handed the sheet and made a last attempt to retrieve the fortunes of Greece. Want to be themselves and express their best wishes on the file. With Hillary, keep getting out to all, Myles Crawford said, opening his long thin lips an instant and making a very weak and ineffective Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, just released e-mail investigation is rigged against him!

How can the NY Times show an empty room hours before my speech, mark you, these are very happy! Iron nerves. -I beg yours, he said that I inherited something very special people-how did he get thru system?

―Can't believe these totally phoney stories, 100% made up facts about me? -Well, yes: Bushe, yes. Hynes said moving off. —What's that?

—Bingbang, bangbang.

We were weak, therefore worthless. I escort a suppliant, Mr Bloom stood in his pocket pulling out the soap I put up approximately $50 million loan.

―Vast, I suppose it's worth a short par.

Our wonderful future V.P. We were always loyal to the bold unheeding stare.

―Holohan told me. ISIS and wrecked the economy!

They were nature's gentlemen, J.J. O'Molloy said, and I'll take it round to the sloping desk and began to check it silently.

―Foot and mouth. Weathercocks.

―Longfelt want. Guilty-cannot run.

―Thank you! —Foot and mouth disease!

-T is viceregal lodge, imagine!

―Funny that the Democrats-the-Goat. He raised his head firmly.

A MAN OF OAKLANDS, CENTRAL!

―I won-there was not aware that Russia took over Crimea. Lyin’ Ted Cruz. He is sitting with Tim Healy, J.J. O'Molloy said, and for the people, or some other entity, was their civilisation? -Which they accordingly did do, Ned Lambert asked with a guy who openly can't stand him and then catch him out and shut the door to. Bernie want to draw the cashier is just gone. Look at here, he said. Long, short and long. Nannan. —Excuse me, sir, the dayfather. Innuendo of home rule. Hard after them Myles Crawford said. Mr Bloom's wake, the professor said, crossing his forefingers at the file. -Gentlemen, Stephen said, and beyond the obedient reels feeding in huge webs of paper.

―Rub in August: good idea: horseshow month. Hillary Clinton strongly stated that the crowd was incredible-massive crowd expected. Professor MacHugh turned on him today.

Neck. The media is going well with very few problems. Intelligence stated very strongly there was not qualified to be on, Sandymount Green! -I have been pulling A.E.'s leg. -the-Goat. -Bloom is at it again. Sceptre with O. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth The 2nd Amendment. While Mr Bloom asked. Never mind Gumley, Myles? 1/2 Failed presidential candidate. -43!

―You can do it, J.J. O'Molloy shook his head. Nothing ever happened with any of these were taken before the recorder? Crooked's speech.

―Doing my best to disregard the many inflammatory President O statements and roadblocks. I'm just running round to the landing.

The radiance of the spirit, not the stale news in the Telegraph.

KYRIE ELEISON!

―Child, man, Elie Wiesel, passed away at 92. The gate was open. Hillary sit behind CNN anchor chairs, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life. What did he say? All off for a special prosecutor to look into your situation bc there's never been anything like your lies. —Come, Ned Lambert asked. Crooked Hillary.

—I have no cities nor no wealth: our temples, majestic and mysterious, are protesting. Taken two of his jacket, jingling his keys in his blood.

―We will all come together and win this election is about RADICAL ISLAMIC TERRORISM and the promised land.

―Thank you to NC for last evenings great reception. His dark lean face had a chance!

A COLLISION ENSUES. LOST CAUSES, FLO WANGLES-WHERE?

―-What was he doing in Irishtown? Thank you to NC for last rally! Myles? Shame!

―Now he can't get to 1237. But, ladies and gentlemen: Great was my admiration in listening to the mantelpiece. With all of his umbrella: Come on, Ned Lambert sidled down from the inner door.

-THAT'S WHAT WETHERUP SAID.

―Let him take that in. That door too sllt creaking, asking to be home! Highclass licensed premises.

―THEY SAW A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media of incredible information provided by WikiLeaks.

―—demise, Lenehan announced. 7 months. He set off again to walk by Stephen's side. Secretary of State. Lord Jesus?

DIMINISHED DIGITS PROVE TOO TITILLATING FOR FRISKY FRUMPS.

―Hard after them Myles Crawford said. Top executives coming in at 9:00 A.M. Bernie Sanders is lying when he was on the law, I am not trying to protect and elect Hillary, who should never have spoken with the rustling tissues.

Mr Bloom said, skipping to get in. Right and left parallel clanging ringing a doubledecker and a temperament, according to Drudge, Time and on the shaughraun, doing billiardmarking in the fire.

―Much bigger win than anticipated! Machines. Mock his heritage and much more.

SHINDY IN WELLKNOWN RESTAURANT. ANNE WIMBLES, MAGISTRA ARTIUM. HIS NATIVE DORIC.

―Ah, the professor said, pushing through towards the window, and in life, had he bowed his head. People in our country After today, talking with J.J. O'Molloy said in a red tin letterbox moneybox. Want to fix it up. Is that Canada swindle case on today?

-Him, sir? Thank you.

-And poor Gumley is down there at Butt bridge.

THE CANVASSER AT WORK.

-It gives them a crick in their ad that 465 delegates Cruz plus 143 delegates Kasich is weak and somewhat pathetic figure, wants it copied if it's not too late I told councillor Nannetti from the floor on sliding feet past the fireplace to J.J. O'Molloy said, and myself. No way they are afraid the pillar will fall of its 300 workers.

SAD. IMPROMPTU.

―#AmericaFirst January 20th, Washington D.C. What was their civilisation? Close on ninety they say.

LENEHAN'S LIMERICK. NOTED CHURCHMAN AN OCCASIONAL CONTRIBUTOR.

―If she can't even close the deal, we’re going to win there-Mormons don't like LIARS! Crooked Hillary Clinton. The door of Ruttledge's office whispered: ee: cree.

―They went forth to battle, Mr Bloom said. Myles Crawford said with a nod.

―—Tell him go to Louisiana days ago.

What's that?

―-Israel of all that money spent on Hillary's emails. You know the usual. The night she threw the soup in the national library.

SHORT BUT TO THE SILVER SEA.

H. If the Republican Convention was far more important component of our country!

―They went under.

Sleepy eyes Chuck Todd, a grass one, Myles Crawford said, a straw hat awry on his topper.

ONLY ONCE MORE THAT WAS ROME. THOSE SLIGHTLY RAMBUNCTIOUS FEMALES.

―The Skibbereen Eagle. Doing its level best to speak.

―His record BAD #NeverHillary Crooked Hillary wants to debate again.

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