#Kia stoni...

[wingheadshellhead]

local international spy needs lovesick super soldier to either shut up about tony stark or tell him he loves him

[rosella-writes]

Happy DADWC friday! For the characters of your choice, "Leaving when you know that your presence hurts them too much" (yes I am starting 2023 with emotional violence)

jail for kia jail for one million years thank youuuuuu

for @dadrunkwriting Virelan Lavellan x Solas 753 words Rated G

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When Solas first gave Skyhold to the Inquisitor, he haunted it as a creature haunts an old nesting ground. He found old comforts, old pains, and built and painted over them until he was naught but the mild-mannered Fade expert Virelan Lavellan knew him to be. He played the part for her, until he was a ghost no longer, but a fixture. 

When he tried to give back the Inquisitor her heart, his own clutched behind his back in a bloody, clenched fist, a ghost he became once again. 

Where she laughed and drank in the Herald’s Rest, he did not darken the doorway. Where she brought research to Helisma and discussed theory with Dorian, he refrained from lingering in the stairwell. Even in the rotunda he had made his own, despite the evidence of her actions plastered on nearly every inch of the surrounding walls, he attempted to make himself small. If she walked past, he cast down his eyes. If she asked him questions, he kept his answers short and curt. 

It was a matter of mere weeks between that disastrous parting in Crestwood and Corypheus’s attack at the Valley of Sacred Ashes. Those weeks nearly wore him away to nothing — her wrath, her heartbreak, were palpable, painful. Every time she looked upon him, her face remained as stone. In his dreams, he recalled how it had twisted, crumpled — how her proud and inscrutable mask had cracked beneath the weight of a confession of love he had not heard from her lips until that very moment. He preferred the cold chill of his day-to-day to the raw despair visited upon him in the Fade. 

Despair’s cold fingers slid down his spine as he knelt now, the shattered remnants of his focus at his knees. He picked up a shard in the vain hope that it might hum with some untapped magic… anything. Anything that could permit him to stay. 

It was cold. Lifeless. And with it died any hope of the plan that could have allowed for reconciliation. 

“Solas?”

Her voice was jarring to his ear. “The orb —” he tried by way of explanation. 

“I, er, know you wanted the orb saved,” she said gruffly, but not without a measure of compassion. Even now, she offered him this understanding. “I’m… so sorry.”

He spoke too quickly, too earnestly — he could feel anguish and guilt dripping from him like so much paint. “It is not… your fault.”

Solas rose, the shard falling like so much inert sand. He could not help himself — he turned to look at her, as if the sight of her could inform him on what to do next. She had inspired him so many times before, even after the sundering of what they were. Perhaps even especially then. 

She stared back at him, her stony expression fallen for the first time since she had confessed she loved him. She was smeared with sweat and dust from falling rocks, blood from shallow wounds, her armour scraped and smudged, but the Sulevin Blade lay on the ground behind her where she had cast it aside. Her natural eye was bright, alert with concern, as if searching him for a hidden wound or secret hurt. The spirit in her rune eye blinked a brief blue. 

“There’s more,” she rasped, her voice deep, apprehensive, “isn’t there?”

Solas offered this to her, as if to beg for her help: “It was not supposed to happen this way.”

A flicker of curiosity, as dear to him as the sight of her, crossed her face. He spoke before he dared silence himself out of misplaced pride. She deserved to hear. 

“No matter what comes —” and he choked. She blinked, not understanding, but he forced himself to say it — “I want you to know that what we had was real.”

Virelan looked as if she would like to strike him, to shout — but then she was called away, pulled by the Seeker towards those who would ensure their victory and congratulate her on her triumph. If Virelan had wished to remain, she would have. It was better this way. 

Solas stole one last look at her. She was grand, standing before her people, the lines of her back proud and straight and strong, her shoulders broad and bowed as if beneath a great weight, her armour bright with the glory of dragons. He imprinted every part of her upon his memory, along with the countenances of those who looked upon her. 

And then he turned away.

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From Whereabouts Unknown

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by TheVoidHuntress

Tony knew the risks getting married to a man bound for and to the military. Yet he did it anwyay. When Steve goes MIA, he's left to raise three kids by himself, while trying to handle his grief. Cue stage left: One James "Bucky" Barnes, a hot, sarcastic and sometimes surly war vet who's missing his arm, and asks Tony out on a date, despite seeing the tan line of a ring on his left hand.

And what happens when that MIA turned KIA winds up being wrong? And will one of them get shoved out in favour of someone else?

Words: 3809, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel, Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, Harley Keener, Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Pepper Potts, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Riley (Captain America movies), Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s), The Howling Commandos - Character

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Established Stony, Interm WinterIron, eventual stuckony, The Howling Commandos are a marine unit, Led by Steve, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, PTSD, Steve and Tony are married with three kids, one is adopted, other two are by surrogates, Steve and Bucky don't know each other in this fic, BAMF Sam Wilson, Therapist Sam Wilson, Tony's still his genius self, Alternate Universe - No Powers, bilingual bucky, Protective Bucky Barnes, War Veteran Bucky Barnes, Grief/Mourning, Single Dad!Tony Stark, Temporary/Implied Major Character Death, I don't wanna spoil it, but also I'm not that cruel, Don't want to turn people off before we even get started, might be some smut?, I literally have no idea, tags to be updated as needed, Angst with a Happy Ending, Irish Catholic!Steve Rogers, Steve speaks Gaelic some times, all translations done through google, please don't murder me for shitty translations

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[ao3feed-stony]

From Whereabouts Unknown

by TheVoidHuntress

Tony knew the risks getting married to a man bound for and to the military. Yet he did it anwyay. When Steve goes MIA, he's left to raise three kids by himself, while trying to handle his grief. Cue stage left: One James "Bucky" Barnes, a hot, sarcastic and sometimes surly war vet who's missing his arm, and asks Tony out on a date, despite seeing the tan line of a ring on his left hand.

And what happens when that MIA turned KIA winds up being wrong? And will one of them get shoved out in favour of someone else?

Words: 3805, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel, Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, Harley Keener, Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Pepper Potts, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Riley (Captain America movies), Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s), The Howling Commandos - Character

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Established Stony, Interm WinterIron, eventual stuckony, The Howling Commandos are a marine unit, Led by Steve, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, PTSD, Steve and Tony are married with three kids, one is adopted, other two are by surrogates, Steve and Bucky don't know each other in this fic, BAMF Sam Wilson, Therapist Sam Wilson, Tony's still his genius self, Alternate Universe - No Powers, bilingual bucky, Protective Bucky Barnes, War Veteran Bucky Barnes, Grief/Mourning, Single Dad!Tony Stark, Temporary/Implied Major Character Death, I don't wanna spoil it, but also I'm not that cruel, Don't want to turn people off before we even get started, might be some smut?, I literally have no idea, tags to be updated as needed, Angst with a Happy Ending, Irish Catholic!Steve Rogers, Steve speaks Gaelic some times, all translations done through google, please don't murder me for shitty translations

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/31123283

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The Marshmallow Chronicles (Ch. 2.4: Flirting With Disaster)

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Author’s notes: Hey guys! This one’s a little shorter and a little angstier. Hope you like it! As always thanks to everyone who reads, comments and reblogs, it really means the world to me! Special thanks to: @starstruckzonkoperatorbat, @notoriouscs, @simplyaiden-blog, @snyggflicka, @asprankle, @speedyoperarascalparty, @mirivalencia, @mymandrake, @asobigokoro2018, @krisnicjack, @fabi-en-ciel, @gotmanychoicesyo, @redwaygal, @zorjastar-blog,@emceesynonymroll and @thewalkerway for asking me to tag them! 

Also, idk if Read More tags are working on mobile again, but if they’re not, you can block the tag “the marshmallow chronicles” and you should be good (:

Rating: T

Pairing: Drake x MC

Words: 3,991

A country picnic. Never had two words been so deceiving. Two words for things Drake loved separately, and even more so together, stripped of their meaning and turned into a frilly, fussy, canapé-filled circus. 

He plodded downstairs, feeling as excited about the event as he would having his entire body waxed. 

“There you are!”

Uh oh. Throughout his life he’d found that those words almost never preceded something enjoyable. Worse, although he could only make out the person’s silhouette, framed by the light streaming in from the open door, he recognized Maxwell’s voice immediately.

“What d’you want?”

“We’re having a dance-off!”

Maxwell had barely got the words out when Drake replied, “Absolutely not.”

“I’m just kidding, Hana’s having a dance-off with Madeleine.”

“Okay, is this a really weird dream? Is Bertrand about to barge in riding a giraffe?”

“First of all, I’m definitely going to have to hear about that dream later, but no, it’s all part of our genius plan.”

The sense of foreboding was back, but Drake’s brain seemed to think it was too early to try make sense of Maxwell’s hijinks. “Explain.”

“To find out who framed Riley! Hana’s challenging Madeleine as a distraction so she can slip away from the party and investigate!”

“Okay… I guess it’s not the worst thing you could come up with. I’m surprised you’re not upset that Hana’s doing the dancing, though.”

“Drake, I am ADULT. Why would I be–?”

“You already had a tantrum about it, didn’t you?”

“I wanted to do iiit,” Maxwell pouted. 

Drake put his arm around his friend’s head and pulled him down for a noogie. “I know, I know, shhh, shhh, shhh…” he cooed, still holding a struggling Maxwell. 

With his friend’s punches coming hard and fast, Drake finally loosened his grip on him and Maxwell managed to extricate himself, glaring at him. He hmphd and straightened his shirt, looking remarkable like his uptight brother for a second. Drake bit his tongue to keep himself from saying it; that would probably cause Maxwell to have an identity crisis.   

Laughing quietly, Drake put a relaxed arm on Maxwell’s shoulders, who tensed for a moment, fearing a second attack. “Come on, I’m sorry. Let’s go see Hana’s moves.”

Maxwell clapped his back – perhaps a bit more forcefully than usual – and walked out to the garden with him.

It looked much like Madeleine’s had on Riley’s first day back. It really struck Drake how homogenous nobles liked things to be; it was always some slight variation on the same thing: white ornate tent with pastel-colored accents, elaborately set tables with towering stacks of tiny food that looked more suitable for photographing than for eating, colorful flowery dresses and ridiculous hats for the women and elegant suits for the men. 

And yet, to Drake, among the sea of sameness, one person stood out, as always. He knew logically that there wasn’t anything particularly different about Riley; she was beautiful, of course, but she was by no means the only beautiful woman in attendance. Her dress was bright and flattering, but so were many others. Even her smile, pretty as it was, could be compared to others there. 

But that was not how he felt. Every move of her hands as she talked, every small gesture of her face made her infinitely more interesting than anybody else there. He’d familiarized himself with everything about her so thoroughly that at this point, he could guess what she was talking about just based on the way her hands and her mouth moved. As he came closer and started being able to catch snatches of what she was saying, he found that he could even predict the kind of movements she’d make as she told a story of a night out back in New York. 

What the fuck have I become. 

It was almost routine to ask this question of himself now, and he realized he was dangerously close to not caring at all. In fact, he was smiling as he approached her and tapped her shoulder, sorry to interrupt her story, but excited to be the one talking to her.

As she turned, he leaned in a little more appropriately than he had the day before and muttered, “Hey, Addams. Hana. Maxwell, er, caught me up on the plan. Now might be a good time...”

She nodded and took his hand to lead him away from the crowd. He took a second to acknowledge Hana, which he had forgotten to do in his scrutiny of Riley. He could always count on Hana to understand, though, as she smiled at him as sweetly as usual. 

“Oh! Right! I’ll... be right back. I just remembered something I really must speak to Madeleine about.” Hana winked at them, although her cheeks were looking rather pink. 

The things we do for this girl. 

Riley gave her a thumbs up and started making her way out of the tent with Drake in tow. Trying to follow her in her haste, Drake bumped into someone, making him let go of Riley’s hand. Seeing Drake stuck behind, she tried to make her way back to him, but she was being blocked by a couple deep in conversation.

Lady Kiara’s smile lit up her graceful face. “Drake, I’m surprised to see you here.”

It was the kind of event he would customarily have skipped…

Things really have changed these past few months, he thought, catching a whiff of Riley’s perfume as he joined him.

“Me, too. But I try to support Liam when I can.”

Ha! Is that what we’re calling it?

Kiara took a step closer to him. “You’ve always been such a good friend to him.” She reached out and let her hand rest on his arm. He noticed Riley’s eyes dart down at Kiara’s hand. “It’s part of why I always liked you. It’s such a shame what happened to your sister.”

With a flash of guilt, he realized he hadn’t been thinking about Savannah much lately, and as much as he tried to justify himself – I need to find out who’s framing Addams! – he couldn’t deny that he had practically given up on finding her. Still, it had been a while since anybody else mentioned her; even Liam hadn’t asked anything lately, so he smiled at Kiara with a swell of affection.

Riley, on the other hand, was not smiling. In fact, her eyes had narrowed and she’d crossed her arms defensively. “Wait... You’ve always liked Drake? Could have fooled me.”

Kiara’s face was stony. “Not all of us wear our hearts on our sleeves.”

For once, Drake could not be any less interested in their interaction. Savannah now at the forefront of his mind, he cast his memory back, trying to remember any friendship shared between her and Kiara. He furrowed his brow in concentration. “Back up a second... I didn’t know that you and Savannah spent time together.”

Kiara’s face took on a more neutral expression, but there was still something guarded about it. “Not much, really. It’s just she was so friendly. And she was coming along so well in her French lessons, and I was surpri–”

“French lessons?” Drake interrupted, “Savannah didn’t speak French.”

“I was teaching her before–”

The rest of her sentence was drowned out by a loud, thumping bass, which had replaced the gentle string music coming from the speakers around the tent. 

Drake vaguely heard Hana’s flute-like voice and Madeleine’s clipped tones and knew the challenge was being issued. He could not have cared less, his eyes had not left Kiara’s for a moment, silently urging her to go on and make herself heard over the din. She opened her mouth to speak, but something behind Drake seemed to catch her attention; it was only then that Drake felt his arm being tugged at. Riley was heading back through the crowd, trying to exit the tent. 

She turned her head back and whisper-shouted, “Pssttt. Drake, that’s our cue.”

Drake remained immobile, although Riley was using her entire body weight to pull on his arm, which felt like it might dislocate. “Wait, I need to talk to Kia–”

“There’s no time, we have to go while no one is looking!” With an unexpectedly powerful tug, she made him stumble, leaving him no choice but to follow her. 

Before he could even process what was happening, they were out in the garden, and they’d caught a security guard’s eye. Riley’s hand took off, along with the rest of her. With one last regretful look back at the tent, he followed her behind a hedge. 

“Lost him,” he panted. His relief was short-lived, though, as he registered what had happened. “Hey, what the hell, Addams?”

He couldn’t remember ever being this annoyed at her, not even when they’d first met. 

Riley’s exhilarated smile was instantly wiped from her face, a blank look on it instead. “What?”

“You heard me. I was talking to Kiara and you just–”

“Oh, I’m sorry, you were talking to Kiara.” Her voice dripped with venom as her face reddened. “I really should be more considerate, huh? Just watch as you two flirt right in front of me.”  

Drake’s mouth fell open. He was so outraged he couldn’t form words. “Wh–? How–? I can’t believe you–”

“Look, if it makes you feel better, you can go right back to your mademoiselle as soon as we’re done here. I’m sorry helping me is such an inconvenience.”

“Inconvenience?!” Drake roared, fiery anger shaking him out of his speechlessness. “What the fuck! You know better than anyone how committed I am to figuring this out.” He lowered his voice; it became deceptively calm, though it trembled slightly. “And as for flirting, you’re one to talk, Lady Riley.” 

Riley’s nostrils flared. He noticed her eyes becoming watery with a savage satisfaction that he knew even then would come back to bite him in the ass later, yet he couldn’t bring himself to regret his cruel words. 

How could his so-called flirting with Kiara – he wouldn’t even call it flirting – be more important to her than his sister? She knew how much Savannah meant to him. He’d been certain if anyone could understand, it was Riley. And if he’d been mistaken about that�� 

The idea of Riley not being who he thought she was proved too painful to contemplate for long, so he brought himself to look at her. Hot tears were spilling from her eyes and she stared at the ground fixedly enough to bore holes in it. She wiped her eyes and looked up at him defiantly. It was clear they weren’t sad tears, or at least not entirely. She was the picture of fury. She opened her mouth and he flinched in anticipation, when Maxwell poked his head around the hedge and motioned for them to follow him.  

Through a brief look, they agreed to put this fight – I can’t believe we’re fighting – on pause. They followed Maxwell around the garden to a spot just below Riley’s window.

“Where’s Bertrand?” she asked.

Maxwell nodded towards her room. “I sent him up to your room to stand in for you. I relayed everything that happened, so he’ll know where to go.”

“Bertrand is going to stand in for me?” Despite her red-rimmed eyes Riley sniggered. 

“Little known fact, before he was Duke Ramsford, Bertrand was an accomplished human statue.”

At any other time, Drake would’ve been the first one to appreciate a good old-fashioned Bertrand-is-not-a-human-being joke, but he was not in the mood. 

“What?” Riley also seemed a bit exasperated with Maxwell, which was unlike her. 

Thankfully, Maxwell’s poor observational skills kept his feelings intact. Or maybe he was just used to people being annoyed at him. “Kidding! But he will do almost anything to clear your name.”

“Alright Addams,” said Drake, looking everywhere but at Riley, “where do you think we should start?”

Gazing up at her window, she replied, “We should try to line up the shot.”

Maxwell handed Drake a professional-looking camera – not that he knew anything about photography – and checked his phone. “Looks like Bertrand is ready.”

Drake put the camera up to his left eye. He instantly came to the conclusion that they were too far away; he could barely make out Bertrand’s silhouette in Riley’s window. “This angle doesn’t look right. I think we’d have to be standing over there to get the right view.”

He pointed to the small garden that framed the manor’s entrance, and the other two followed him there.

Looking up at her bedroom, Riley said, “I can see right into my bedroom from here!” Momentarily forgetting their argument in her eagerness to confirm her theory, Riley turned to him, extending her arm, “Drake, hand me the camera.” 

She stared through it, craning her neck, then lowered it with a grimace. “Too low, Even someone seven feet tall couldn’t have taken this.”

The answer came to Drake in a flash, “They must have climbed the tree!” A tall tree stood almost directly under Riley’s window. It looked perfect for climbing, too, with its thick limbs and scarce foliage. 

Riley let out a resigned sigh, “I guess that means I’m climbing a tree...”

She whipped the camera around her neck, pulling her hair up then letting it cascade down so that Drake caught a whiff of her perfume. 

Why does she have to smell so good when I’m mad at her? 

She climbed the tree with ease, as if this was something she did every day although in all likelihood she hadn’t done it in months, if not years. Drake allowed himself to be begrudgingly impressed. 

At one point, her right foot slipped off a branch, but before he had time to freak out, she’d hauled herself up with disproportionate upper body strength.

Fuck me. Can she stop being cool for a second? 

He deliberately kept his face as blank as possible, willing himself not to show any hint of a smile or even approval. He was mad, goddammit, and he was going to stay mad. 

Maxwell made no such effort to hide his enthusiasm, yelling up at her, “Go Spider-Riley!”

Riley’s self-satisfied smile made Drake roll his eyes. 

She reached near the top of the tree and installed herself on a stable branch before raising the camera to her face. “It’s a perfect match!” She let the camera hang from her neck and turned to look down at them thoughtfully, “This is really close to the Manor...”

Drake nodded, “Whoever did it must have been at the party.”

“More than that, it means whoever did it must have been waiting around for the right shot. I mean... I’m literally up a tree. Whoever took those pictures wasn’t just standing around and happened to see... they were waiting.”

The implications of what she said dawned on Drake. “They knew Tariq would be in your room, which means it was definitely a set up and the photographer was in on it. And whoever hired the photographer must have known the manor pretty well to know about the view from this spot.”

The suspect list was getting smaller and smaller; it had to be someone who met all of those criteria and was high enough on the food chain to make Bastien uneasy. Short of Liam, Drake couldn’t think of anyone else who fit that description and had something to gain out of this, so he figured the other suitors would have to remain suspects even if there was something that wasn’t entirely convincing to him about that hypothesis.

His musings were interrupted by Riley asking, “Maxwell, didn’t you say that a reporter snuck into the party that night?”

“Yeah. A bold move, considering it was a private event...”

“We need to confirm if the reporter you saw is the same one who climbed the tree and took the photo,” said Drake.

“Right. Now I’ll go get Bertrand and meet you back here.”

Maxwell made to leave when Riley called out, “Can’t you just text him?”

Drake wondered if she was as desperate as he was not to be left alone, just the two of them. 

“Think, Riley!” Maxwell tapped his temple with his index finger. “What if they’re monitoring the airwaves?”

He ran off without another word, not giving Drake a chance to point out he’d texted Bertrand only a few minutes ago. A heavy, charged silence descended on them.

We might as well get this over with. Fuck it, let’s fight.

He didn’t really feel like yelling his arguments up at the tree, though, so he prompted her, “You coming down, Addams?”

Riley had been gazing at her window, and when she turned to him, her face had softened, “Yeah, just thinking about how you came to my rescue that night.”

So, she was extending an olive branch.

He allowed himself a low chuckle. “I think I remember you coming to my rescue.”

She shrugged with a tentative smile. “Maybe a little.” Her smile faded, but her face remained open. “Drake I… I just wanted to say thank you.”

Before he could harden his heart, he’d blurted out, “It was nothing, Addams. Really.” Because it was. It was nothing compared to what he’d do for her. She didn’t even have to ask. 

She shook her head vehemently. “It wasn’t nothing. Not to me.” Her voice was thick with tears and Drake felt himself teeter on the edge of letting his anger go. 

But no. He couldn’t. How could she be so grateful for such a small action and yet not show him the same decency when it came to something that mattered so much to him? How could she have such a double standard when it came to his flirting with Kiara and her flirting with Liam? Did she really care so little about his feelings? Was she just using him to play with? To have some fun before becoming queen? Everything inside him rebelled against the idea of Riley being a selfish, careless person. He hadn’t known her for that long, but he knew with a certainty that shocked him that he hadn’t been wrong about her. That she absolutely was the amazing person that had changed his whole perspective on life. He knew this at his core. But then why? 

He cleared his throat and turning his back to her he said, “Well... uh... get down from there, before you hurt yourself.”

He resisted the urge to help her hop down and walked towards Maxwell and Bertrand, who were hurrying out the manor. He had only refrained from helping Riley because he was positive she wouldn’t need it in the first place – even if he normally would have offered anyway. A couple of beats went by, however, and he hadn’t heard her come down, so he turned to check on her in spite of himself. She was staring intently at something stuck on a branch. Feeling his eyes on her, she took whatever she found and landed gracefully on the ground, clutching it. He hastily continued walking, not wanting her to catch up, although she was obviously avoiding that, too. 

“I might have found something. Look,” said Riley as she joined the group.

They all looked down at black security pass encased in protective plastic. They could read Mansingh in sleek white letters.

“Mansingh?” He knew he’d heard the name before, but he couldn’t place it. 

Maxwell snapped his fingers. “It’s the company they used for security at the party. Super high-tech.” Of course! Drake remembered Bastien mentioning them a few months ago, when he was considering hiring them for another event. “Turn it over!”

The other side was caked in dirt, but the faint outline of the badge’s owner was visible. Maxwell promptly wiped it off with his sleeve.

Bertrand was outraged. “Maxwell, you’re making a mess! What would father say?” 

Maxwell let out a mirthless laugh. “The great Barthelemy Beaumont always had a lot to say about me.”

Putting a hand on Maxwell’s arm, Riley gave him an encouraging smile. “In this case, I think he’d at least be pleased that we’re making progress towards clearing the house name.”

“Perhaps,” Bertrand conceded. They examined the pass; a cool, professional-looking woman stared back at them, expressionless. “That must be the reporter! How did she get her hands on a Mansingh security badge?”

“She must have had help from the inside. Someone who could get her security clearance to a private party,” said Riley.

“Probably whoever hired her,” chimed in Drake, his brain in overdrive. “This badge must’ve given her access to the grounds, but when she was spotted taking pictures at a closed event...”

“Her ruse was uncovered and she was ejected,” Bertrand said.

“She could’ve lost the badge in the branches here, or tried to toss it away so no one knew how deep the conspiracy ran. Does it say who she is?” Drake asked.

“There’s something written beneath her picture, but it’s damaged…” Riley brought the pass closer to her eyes, peering at it with a concentration Drake normally would have found cute… Okay, he definitely still thought it was cute, but he wasn’t going to admit it. “I can’t read it.”

“But at least we have a real clue. We’ll investigate further. Good work…” Bertrand gave them what, to him, qualified as a smile, yet his lips barely moved. “With the picnic ending, we should get packed for our departure on the engagement tour tomorrow.”

Bertrand and Maxwell strode back to the manor. As Riley turned to leave he recalled his theory from the day before. He hesitated; he didn’t really feel like to talking right now, but this was bigger than any fight they could have and two heads would be better than one. 

He jogged up next to her and planted himself in front of her. Her eyebrows knitted and her arms crossed, her expression guarded; she clearly thought he was there to argue.

“Wait, do you have a minute? I just thought of something important.”

Her face relaxed. “What is it?”

“I was just thinking, Addams... this isn’t the first set of photos someone has tried to turn against you.”

“You mean the ones from the bachelor party? The ones you and Bastien kept from going to print?”

“Yeah. I don’t think it’s a coincidence either.”

Riley nodded. This they could agree on, at least. “Did you ever find out who did it?”

 “I have hunches, but nothing conclusive.” It was stupid not to tell her what he suspected, he knew it was, but he didn’t want to give up all his information just yet. If he was honest with himself, he withheld it out of spite. Though if he was even more honest – and he definitely did not care to be – a deep, pathetic part of him was hoping he could solve it himself. Be her hero in a way that Liam, who was too close to the scandal, couldn’t be. Good thing he wasn’t feeling honest.

Riley frowned, deep in thought. “A maid from the manor revealed that a disguised noble lady told her to pull a prank on Tariq the night the pictures were taken.”

“Hmmm…” So one of the suitors was involved. Well, his theory took that into account… maybe a suitor and some other, higher-ranked noble? Hell, some of the suitors’ parents were pretty important, though he didn’t really understand the hierarchy. 

“There might be a connection between the noble lady, the bachelor photos, and this photographer. Either way, this conspiracy goes deeper than we thought. Just…” He took one step closer to her, momentarily forgetting his irritation and let his hand ghost over her cheek. Her thunderstruck eyes shone with relief. Did she think I could just stop caring about her? The thought was enough to bring out a grim smile. “Be careful, Addams.”

[gibdd-dps]

2018 Kia stonic - interior & exterior - Frankfurt Autoshow 2017

2018 Kia stonic – interior & exterior – Frankfurt Autoshow 2017

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2018 Kia stonic – interior and exterior at Frankfurt Autoshow 2017

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#гибдд #дпс #дтп #аврия #ГИБДД #ДПС #ДТП #Аврия #Видео…

[cavedraconem]

Today I planted flowers, and laid one -  a white paper lily among a thousand bouquets at a fence which has been crowded     for three full days now. As I stand in my own silence I overhear a man in white say: as-salaamu alaikum      - peace be with you -  and a woman reply: kia ora      - be well. And I pray that in the days to come (inshallah) our country (*our* country)     will not be stripped of its flowers as human earthquakes tear up the treasured land; That the seedlings we plant now     in this stony soil by sun and rain, our tears and our love, might spring forth in all their variety of hue so the whole world and ourselves     can look and see who we are, and who we are not.

Christchurch 2019 | cavedraconem

[teetering-dinosaur]

Get To Know Me Tag

@felipenfernando it’s an avacado,,,, thankf for tagging me

Relationship: single as . a pringle and sad about it !

Favorite color: kia soul blue

Last song: i got half way through i can’t fight this feeling by reo speedwagon before someone came into the laundry room and i had to stop singing/playing the music , it was a tragedy

Top 3 ships: me x john deacon from queen and that’s it. that’s a lie stony from all marvel iterations. and.... idk like, you x hapiness?

Last movie: pitch perfect w @felipenfernando , even tho i wanted to watch borhap she got tired so! >:( im not mad abt it

people i am tagging: idk i have no friends. do it if you want, i guess.

[stony-ao3-feed]

Steve Rogers Và Chris Evans Ai Tuyệt Hơn Nào?

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by Jeong_Beom

Steve không có tính so đo nhưng giờ anh muốn so đo phân thắng thua với tên họ Chris tên Evans kia.

Words: 748, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Tiếng Việt

Series: Part 17 of Drabble Stony

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Jealous Steve Rogers, Minor Chris Evans

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[ao3feed-stony]

Steve Rogers Và Chris Evans Ai Tuyệt Hơn Nào?

by Jeong_Beom

Steve không có tính so đo nhưng giờ anh muốn so đo phân thắng thua với tên họ Chris tên Evans kia.

Words: 748, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Tiếng Việt

Series: Part 17 of Drabble Stony

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Jealous Steve Rogers, Minor Chris Evans

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/44485378

[bdscuatui]

600.000 đô la ngôi nhà ở Rhode Island, Colorado và Maryland Newport, R.I | $ 599.000Một ngôi nhà vào khoảng năm 1725 với hai phòng ngủ và hai phòng tắm, trên một lô góc 0,06 mẫuNgôi nhà gỗ nhỏ này nằm trong khu phố Newport được biết đến tại Point, một khu vực trung tâm với nhiều tòa nhà được bảo tồn từ thế kỷ 18, từ những ngôi nhà buôn bán cho đến các thương gia. Chỗ ở này cách Công viên bờ sông và nhà máy đóng tàu nhìn ra Đảo dê, Cầu Newport và bến cảng năm phút đi bộ. Bến cảng Bowen, với các địa điểm ăn uống và mua sắm tập trung, cách đó nửa dặm về phía nam.Kích thước: 958 feet vuôngGiá mỗi foot vuông: $ 625Trong nhà: Nhà patin thời thuộc địa của gia đình được lưu giữ trong các sàn gỗ thông rộng 12 inch và các bức tường bằng thạch cao được củng cố bằng lông ngựa. 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Ngoài ra còn có một khu vực lát đá cho bãi đậu xe ngoài đường sang một bên.Thuế: $ 6,184 (2019)Liên hệ: Kate Leonard, Lila Delman, Công ty bất động sản quốc tế Christie, số 401-952-3461; liladelman.comDenver | $ 585,000Một trang trại năm 1957 với ba phòng ngủ và hai phòng tắm, trên một mảnh đất rộng 0,16 mẫutài sản duy nhất cấp này là ở Virginia Village, một khu dân cư khoảng năm dặm phía đông nam của trung tâm thành phố Denver với các khối nhà ở giữa thế kỷ hiện đại. Gut cải tạo vào năm 2016, nó có một nhà bếp được sửa sang lại, hệ thống cơ khí cập nhật và một mái nhà khá mới. Nó nằm trên một lô góc, tại ngã tư của hai con đường lớn, một trong số đó, đường South Holly đa sắc, đáng chú ý là thương mại. Công viên Ash Grove, một cánh đồng cỏ, cách phía bắc một quãng đi bộ ngắn. 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Một nhà để xe đã được kết hợp với nhà để xe một chiếc hiện có để tạo ra một không gian kín cho hai xe.Thuế: $ 2,648 (2019)Liên hệ: Lana Cordier, LIV Sothwise, International International, 303-513-7035; sothebysrealty.comBaltimore | $ 599.000Một nữ hoàng Anne Victoria khoảng năm 1900 với năm phòng ngủ và hai phòng tắm rưỡi, trên một lô góc 0,28 mẫuNgôi nhà này là ở Roland Park, một khu phố lịch sử woodsy khoảng năm dặm về phía bắc của Inner Harbor, codesigned bởi Frederick Law Olmsted tại thời điểm chuyển giao thế kỷ 20. Khách sạn này nằm cách một con suối dài năm dặm có tên Stony Run, giáp với cây xanh và đường mòn, nơi có động vật hoang dã, và cách trung tâm mua sắm nhỏ khoảng nửa dặm về phía đông bắc được cho là lâu đời nhất ở Hoa Kỳ . Một khu kinh doanh lớn hơn, với một thư viện và siêu thị, có cùng khoảng cách về phía bắc. Một cửa hàng phần cứng thế hệ thứ ba ở bên kia đường. Ngôi nhà cách Ga Pennsylvania Pennsylvania mười phút lái xe, nơi có các chuyến tàu đi lại đến Washington, cũng như dịch vụ Amtrak và đường sắt nhẹ đến Sân bay BWI (Baltimore / Washington International Thurgood Marshall).Kích thước: 2.728 feet vuôngGiá mỗi foot vuông: $ 220Trong nhà: Cầu thang lên giữa bãi cỏ phía trước đến một hiên rộng với mái đầu hồi được dựng trên các cột hẹp. (Ngoài ra còn có một lối vào phía sau mặt đất tiếp cận từ đường lái xe.)Cửa trước mở ra một sảnh trung tâm với tầm nhìn ra cầu thang và cửa sau ở đầu kia. Bên phải là một cặp cửa sổ được chia cho một ống khói bằng gạch lộ ra, với cổng vòm ở hai bên. Một bếp than trang trí nguyên bản chiếm lò sưởi ở phòng trước và lò sưởi đốt củi ở phía bên kia, quay mặt ra phía sau.Các sàn cổ điển là những tấm gỗ hẹp, và các cửa sổ có viền trang trí - những họa tiết xuất hiện trong toàn bộ nội thất.Một hốc cửa sổ ngoài cửa hiệu phía sau có một tủ quần áo và có thể được sử dụng như một nghiên cứu nhỏ. Bên cạnh đó là một phòng tắm với một nửa wainscot bảng trắng và bồn rửa chân.Phòng ăn nằm ngay bên trái của tiền sảnh; nó có các cửa sổ lớn và kệ được xây dựng trong một bức tường bằng gạch sơn trắng và chảy vào nhà bếp với tủ gỗ sơn màu Formica và tủ đựng thức ăn không cửa. Một tháng trước, một phòng bùn đã được thêm vào bên cạnh nhà bếp, dẫn ra một cổng sau mới.Trên tầng hai, ba phòng ngủ, một văn phòng nhỏ và một phòng tắm đầy đủ tỏa ra từ bến trung tâm. Hai phòng ngủ phía trước được kết nối với một tủ quần áo không cửa ngăn chạy gần như toàn bộ chiều rộng của ngôi nhà. Phòng ngủ lớn nhất dài 18,5 feet và rộng gần 13 feet. Được xây dựng trong tòa nhà Tháp, nó có những bức tường góc cạnh với ba lần phơi sáng.Hai phòng ngủ bổ sung và một phòng tắm ở trên tầng ba. Tại đây, phòng ngủ được xây dựng trong tòa tháp bao gồm các bức tường được nhúng bằng gỗ lộ ra và trần nhà vươn lên trên đỉnh của tháp pháo có cửa sổ. Phòng tắm có sàn kẻ caro, trần nhà góc cạnh với giếng trời và bồn tắm chân có vòi sen kèm theo.Các cửa sổ trên tầng thứ hai và thứ ba gần đây đã được thay thế, nhưng vẫn duy trì tinh thần thời kỳ của bản gốc. Cả hai cấp độ cũng có các khu vực lưu trữ được xây dựng thấp vào các bức tường và được kết nối thông qua một đường hầm; tin nhắn từ những đứa trẻ lớn lên trong nhà có thể được tìm thấy viết nguệch ngoạc trên các bề mặt bên trong.Không gian ngoài trời: Một cây sồi trắng - một vật nuôi hàng xóm đặc biệt - đứng trước nhà, và khuôn viên cũng được trồng với cây xạ hương, hoa đỗ quyên, cây chó hồng và cây cà độc dược.Hiên sau mới nhìn ra sân có hàng rào. Một lối đi bằng gạch dẫn đến một kho lưu trữ lớn với một bãi đậu xe sỏi ở phía trước cho hai chiếc xe.Thuế: $ 10,925Liên hệ: Lynn Chambers, Bất động sản Long & Foster, Văn phòng Lake Roland, 443-562-1415; longandfoster.comĐể cập nhật email hàng tuần về tin tức bất động sản dân cư, đăng ký tại đây. 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[whatshouldieatforbreakfasttoday]

New Zealand Roadtrip with a Toddler - The Route

I am at home, Mia is sitting next to me watching cartoons, and I just  can’t believe how extremely lucky I was to spent over a month with her. Just us girls, no daddy, no family, just us. As I’ve been very intense with my Instagram stories, I read through all the feedback. It was such a beautiful feeling to read all your positive comments and the strange ones as well. I just want to write that I went on this journey without over thinking it or without a special preparation. I had no plan where to go and what to do. But it’s all because I’ve been traveling in New Zealand with Tomasz about 9 years ago and I knew how easy it will be. And it was.

Here is our route:

Christchurch - we started here. I picked up Miss Sunshine and had no idea what’s next. I bought all the food I needed, diapers and sat in a cafe to feed Mia with pancakes and figure out my next move. I’ve decided that Lake Tekapo will be just perfect as the first destination. I also found a perfect camping place on a top of a hill, which turned out not to be possible, as you have to book via phone. In the end we slept on a parking spot next to a public toilet. But before that, we had a walk in a breathtaking scenery in Godley Head Park and I happily felt that our journey has started.

This is also the best moment to tell you, that it’s a great idea to get one of the apps, which tell you where is the next camping or free camping, next petrol station, toilet or a beautiful view spot. It i super helpful and includes comments of other travellers, which I read like crazy. It helped me to find the most beautiful free camping and saved me from pushing Miss Sunshine to the next gas station.

You also want to buy a SIM card with internet. You have a choice between Vodaphone, where you have better and more internet or Spark, which has a numerous spots around NZ, where you can get additional 1000mg of internet per day for free. When you're there, you will understand what it means.

The next morning we bought a few more essentials like Mia's glasses and a tiny yellow car and we hit the road.

Lake Tekapo - is a beautiful spot, oh wow, so beautiful! But you need to have a proper approach. It was our first stop, we stayed at a paid campground just in front of the lake and it was super comfy. I let Mia make a scene under a shower and she made me walk into an extremely cold lake as she wanted to swim (bath no no no but lake yes yes yes). This kid has no borders at all. She was sitting on a floating raft, playing with water and refused to leave for quite some time. Then a group of teenagers joined us and she could not be happier, even though they totally ignored her. She literally had the time of her life and was trying to convince me to let her jump into the water just like they did - I said no but she kept trying :)

In Lake Tekapo there’s a beautiful tiny church, which you want to see as it looks amazing, especially at night with the sky covered with stars. Check online when the moon is down (this is why we came back over here), you will see so many stars that it’s difficult to believe. Also a must is a walk or a drive to the Mt John Observatory, where you have a stunning view on the lake from above and they have a yummy cafe over there as well. I’d definitely suggest walking, but in my case it did not work, as Mia said “stop it!”. We drove and as it’s a private road, you need to pay $8.

Mt. Cook, Aoraki - you have to drive along Lake Pukaki to get to the spot, where you can start tracking. The drive is magnificent (I can use big words over here quite a lot). You will see mountains and the most beautiful lake in New Zealand (I can say it quite a lot over here as well, just accept it) and you will stop each 5 minutes or even more often to take a picture (I did). We made it all the way to a DOC campsite aka Free Camping, the only place you can stay with your campervan and I wanted to go for a walk. Mia emphatically refused, so I’ve decided to go back and make a dinner on a viewpoint to see the sunset. It was so worth it! You can go down to the lake and the beach is beautiful.

After the sunset I started to look for a Freedom camping and I found one perfect over Lake Pukaki.

Lake Pukaki - I think that this lake has the most beautiful colour from all of them. The site - next to Tekapo Canal Road, was perfect. Located on a stony beach just next to a lake, you wake up to a beautiful colour of a water and a view of Mt. Cook. There are fireplaces so most probably you can make a small fire. We did not, as there was a strong wind. The thing about this lake is, that wherever you go, whatever spot around it you’ll choose, it will be beautiful.

Lindis Pass - it’s a pass on a way from Lake Pukaki to Wanaka and wow, this is so beautiful. The colours, the shapes… Just look at the picture. I’ve been trying to take more than one picture, but Mia decided to become an acrobat for an hour, so I’ve been mostly freaking out.

Lake Wanaka - We went there for a walk, you may say. It has some beautiful trekking, but Mia wasn’t interested, so we ended up looking at a famous tree growing in the lake and we had a fast swim (Mia had). It is a beautiful area, but I’s a bigger fan of Lake Pukaki.

Queenstown - that was an adventure. The road between Wanaka and Queenstown was not created for Miss Sunshine and I was driving 10 km/h in a few points. It was a stunning road, just difficult. Queenstown welcomed us with a beautiful light and enormous amount of tourists. I did not like it. You can do some bungee jumping over here, the views are beautiful, it’s just too busy for me. That’s why we stopped for a night in a freedom camping outside of the town. Accidentally my battery died and I had no reception and if it wasn’t for a sweet neighbour, I’d be still standing there. This is how you learn to be talkative during your travels, how you make friends and how you figure out how to start a dead battery.

  Mossburn Country Park - we stopped here on our way to Milford Sound. This place is so cool when you travel with kids! They have sheep and llamas and give you food, so kids can feed them. You can imagine Mia’s reaction, it’s an explosion of happiness. I had a dream to live in a small house and own one cow, one ship and three chicks. She made this dream even more vivid.

Milford Sound - wow wow wow. Just look at it. It’s wow! We got there in the evening to watch the sunset. It was almost empty and it felt like we have it only for ourselves. All the tourists come in the morning and leave in the evening, so I do recommend staying overnight at the only one campsite there is. You have to be prepared on hundreds of flies, which will not bite, but sit on every piece of your uncovered body. I saw some people wearing hats and nets - great idea. I definitely recommend sunrise and sunset and a boat cruise. We saw not only a beautiful nature and learned about it from our funny crue, but we also saw dolphins and sea lions. We chose a first Cruze of a day, including a big breakfast, and it was a great choice. Mia did appreciate it. In the area, there’s a lot of Kias who will try to steal your food or anything you have and they can carry. There are especially two points - before and after the tunnel. Go out and play with them, so much fun.

South cost

Straight away we started to drive in the South coast direction with the first stop in Colac Bay, I want to write that this was my most favourite free camping (located on a stone beach), but I would have to repeat myself quite often. Waking up to a colourful sky with soon coffee in my hand and kid sleeping (almost each morning story) was like a dream come true. It was so perfect and empty with turists that I wanted to stay there longer. Obviously I got curious about other possible stops so we left, but on the way out we flirted a bit with a beautiful horse.

Otara - our next stop, where is a beautiful white lighthouse with red door and sea lions sleeping on a beach. You need to take a very short walk, views are spectacular and sea lions just there. You don’t want to come closer than 10m, but hey, it’s only 10m from this magnificent creatures!!! Wow Wow Wow!

Papatowai - we stopped there for a moment as, again, THE VIEW! There’s a green lawn with chilled cows just next to the water. The colours were…

Nugget Point Lighthouse - what a spot! It’s so worth coming here! Mia got wild and it was not kid friendly, so I carried her and except for a phone snap I have no pictures, but what I saw will always stay in my heart. Definitely worth a visit for the sunrise or sunset.

Kaka Point - we stayed here for a night, as it’s close to the Nugget Point Lighthouse and has a very nice beach. We had our breakfast there and then we were running with Mia for an hour or so. She got so tired that she fell asleep within a few minutes and I could drive.

Shag Point - You will see an enormous amount of sea lions over here.

Canibals Beach - again sea lions, what can I say, I like animals. Mia could not be less interested. She kept playing with sand and I kept staring at sea lions. Each one of us did her own thing. I like this beach because not many people come here and it's like being in your own piece of a beach. With sea lions.

Moeraki - there are penguins! It is so amazing to see a pinguin in a natural environment. I did cry a bit. Mia did not, she was busy climbing up and down three stairs there were.

Moeraki Boulders - we went there to see round rocks on a beach. It was fun. It’s one of these spots where you have no idea what the whole fuss is about, but kids do enjoy it. For the night we went back on a beautiful freedom camping just on a beach (Katiki (north end)). What I love about freedom campings on the South Coast is, that you have all these beautiful locations with almost no tourists around. I could grab my coffee and, yet again, sit on a beach and enjoy the view. If you’re lucky you will see few sea lions and penguins as well. One day I tell Mia about all the encounters I had while she was sleeping.

Clark’s Mill - From Moeraki we started our way back to lakes area, to get to the other side of the island. I saw a sign for an old mill and I’ve decided to go there with Mia, so she can see some cool New Zealand stuff. I ended up on the best festival possible. There were old tractors, ladies wearing dresses from a previous century, the most delicious scones based on a very old recipe, they made some flour by hand, showed me the whole process and for Mia there were all the games. We wanted just to see a mill and we spent there 4 hours. Clark’s Mill is the place to stop.

While driving we had an obligatory stop, as there was a huge fire. For the first time in my life I saw helicopters collecting water from lakes and spreading it above burning fields. I have so much respect for a volunteer fire department. This whole action lasted only for an hour or so, even though the fire spread like crazy. Big respect.

Lake Havea - we came here in the evening, just before the sunset. OMG what a view. We stopped on a DOC freedom camping, where not many people get and, yet again, it was so worth it. We were sitting with Mia in our van, talking about dinosaurs and watching the colours in the sky changing with each minute. We also played with stones, had some pasta and fell asleep being filled with happiness. Lake Havea has a few view spots on a way and you should stop on each one of them, as each one is different. I love to stop just next to a water, and there’s this one stop, where you can do it and have a lunch or breakfast or just a swim. If I could tell you what made Mia happy during our travel, this is one of these things. Staying next to a lake, so she can walk into a water constantly.

Haast - we stopped here for a night, yet again, on a freedom camping located just next to a beach. In the evening I was walking around, playing in sand with Mia (then sleeping in the sand that she brought back) and not realising that we’re being bitten by sand flies. It was a difficult experience, waking up in a night not being able not to scratch. Mia had much more dignity in the whole situation that I did. The next thing I did was to google how to avoid bites. I created a magical mixture, which a woman from a gas station shared with me and it did work. Be alert, sand flies have no marcy. I also have to mention that the road between Lake Have a and Haast is beautiful. You want to stop each kilometre just to look.

Ship Creek - beautiful place to stop for a walk. It’s obviously breathtaking (I’m overusing this world). Of course, there’s a serious sand fly problem, but if you cover yourself well and use a good spray, you don’t need to worry about it. I saw one of the most beautiful sunsets over there and that was also a place where I was freaking out that Mia will be kidnapped by one of the huge waves. She really wanted to swim there and when I said no, she found a new game - how to freak out mama by trying to run into the water.

Lake Paringa - we stopped here for a night, there’s a freedom camping with a beautiful view over a lake. In the morning it was covered with a fog and it felt like you’re in a middle of a horror movie. Still, pretty awesome if you ask me.

  Bruce Bay - we stopped here for a morning coffee. The beach is stunning, if you’re lucky, you will see dolphins playing in the waves. There’s a trailer with the best coffee I had in New Zealand.

Franz Josef Glacier - a few years ago I made a trekking over here and it was amazing. This year I took a helicopter flight and it was one of the most amazing things I did in my life. I was standing on a glacier! And Mia as well! We definitely took wrong shoes for this adventure, but who cares. I couldn’t stop thinking about it for a long time and even now, a few weeks later, I have chills. What an experience! If you can, do it. It’s one in a lifetime kind of experience. My 2 year old kid loved it as well, even more, she refused to leave the helicopter when we flew back.

Okarito - is perfect for kayaking. We did not do it, as with Mia it would be a life hazard. Instead, we spend a few hours in a water, on an ankle deep level and in a hut on a pier, which was pretty amazing. Very moody. We’ve been there by ourselves and played as it was our home. I also took  many pictures, as Mia was so creative with each new idea.  I simply loved how it looked. I’d love to have a little house like this one.

Hokitika - lovely town with a  beautiful beach. It was nice to stop there, eat something yummy and visit a local bookstore. There’s a black sand on a beach and we played there with Mia like crazy.

Kumara Junction - just before a turn leading you inside of the land, you need to turn into one of the side roads to get to the beach. It was so beautiful that I could not believe it. I wanted to stay there for longer, so I started to make crepes. The light was perfect, no-one around. A dream stop.

Lake Poerua - I have no idea why I stopped here, I just had a feeling. Lake different that all the others, beautiful. Go there!

Arthur’s Pass - Kia alert! This awesome bird will try to take over everything you own and is small. Even the phone is in danger. It all makes you want to hang out with them even more :D

The whole Arthur pass is stunning. I had to stop on a way to let 20 cars pass me (I was pretty slow driving up hill) and I met a local man, having a coffee break. I told him that I’ve been traveling in New Zealand for almost 3 weeks and each day I have a feeling that I see something even more beautiful that the day before. He answered that he lives here his own life and still feels like it. This is a whole truth about New Zealand, it will keep a part of your heart forever. We got stuck in a phone booth for an hour as Mia needed to call a few friends, which means playing with a phone. I loved it. Each minute of it.

Lake Pearson has a beautiful Freedom Camping with wild ducks coming for a visit. They want your food and your attention, but mostly your food. Mia chased them away, as she really wanted to be their friend, but they kept coming back to ask for crepes. Life, I suppose. This was also a place where Mia let me make her a pony tail and it stayed on her head for almost 10 minutes. It made me so happy.

We went back to Lake Tekapo to be there when the Moon sets together with the Sun. The night was so dark, that I could see millions of stars. I will always remember it. It was crazy cold, so I took only a few shots. But then I was lying with Mia, she was sleeping and I was looking at the stars. Such an unforgettable thing to do. We also met Miss Sunshine’s twin Daisy and sweet twosometravellers , who shared some bread with us to feed ducks. I do like to feed ducks. They’re cute. We stayed just next to Lake Alexandria for a night and the next day we drove all the way up to the Lake Tekapo viewpoint. There were no tourists at all, no other cars, just us and Miss Sunshine. The views… OMG… Lake Tekapo has so much to offer. This was a great drive next to a lake. There is that one farm on a way and I was fantasizing about living over there.

We drove to Lake Pukaki next, to make a fire at night, but wind was so strong that we didn’t. It was an area where apparently you could, as it was a big stoney beach, but I didn’t want to risk. So in the end, I was admiring the stars at night.

  Wakanui - our last evening with Miss Sunshine we spent in Wakanui, on our way back to Christchurch. The DOC Freedom Camping was beautiful, in a tiny town close buy we found a sweet cafe with fluffy (babycino in NZ way) and breakfast, also a very impressive playground, that Mia took advantage of.

On our way back we had a tiny oil leaking problem, which made our trip even more adventurous, as I had to refill oil in some strange spots, mostly in a middle of nowhere or on a highway. This may be a disadvantage of traveling with an old car, but there’s a countless number of advantages, so I just ignored this small accident. In my heart Miss Sunshine is the best car in the whole world.

I made over 100 videos and I hope to make something out of it soon . I've been traveling a lot without Mia before she existed (which I can hardly remember), but this journey was very special. I descovered with a big relief that my kid is the best travel companion in the whole world. Sorry daddy, you've been replaced!

[autolovecraft]

All his kingdom would he give for the services he had gone before.

Ghouls meeped in wonder as they shambled about with slimy paws when some moving object against the stars as small graceful shapes leaped from hill to hill in gathering legions. So Randolph Carter the columns stopped, and whose kith he had seen the carven crest Ngranek, though the rider, drunk with the Shantak flew on past mysteries unseen and unsuspected. Upon drawing nearer he made out the last of them had vanished at last there suddenly dawned around him, too, how he had become so lax in their conquest of the old art of image-makers, the brazen urns and ivory statues in gleaming rows; while in a golden palanquin to pray to all space that you would yourself find the mighty mountain shapes seen full against the black wale and the fabulous thing which drew it was such that Carter wondered whether or not they could have been very far away, and soared over sterile hills of gray vertical walls without windows. That was all gone he groped slowly in the least sip, he was indeed not again in the blackness where sightless feelers pawed and groped and pawed; the glow of the Elder Ones, and the invading land army concentrated in one place a narrow lane; and it echoed through Nir and the saying of a kind of awe about them. But that he might stumble upon that mighty crag taller even than Throk's peaks. Fortunately the ghouls into three parties, one Thorabonian sailor who had been hewn in forgotten times such prodigious lumps and blocks that the old village folk were right when they made low guesses about the size of the ghouls had not wished them to terms before the almost-humans screamed, and chanting voices.

Then the suburbs of Ulthar has ever truly seen one for that realm of eternal stars that crowns it. In the morning Carter boarded the evil jagged rock in the black path beneath, and the primal mists of the moon as the helpless army neared the gap, slightly slackening its speed as if a flock of ten or fifteen night-gaunts from the Charter Street Burying Ground in Salem. It was only a month, and with a yak caravan from some hidden plan or wish of the trees, and blackly populous gulfs—and then to form pale signs of gold said to be surmised. But you, and recalled likewise that the great central dome, and spoke of the stony desert and had come down again alive.

Finally there was only a mountain could rise so vast a thing unheard-of by the timid waterfront cats of Ulthar and the accursed valley.

The three ghouls by the priests Nasht and Kaman-Thah. Around the feeble fires. Certainly, men reached Leng from very different oceans. He regretted coming clear of them, but the ghouls and slightly down, and ancient cinder. As he had faintly heard, in case of any trouble. Kuranes was a strangely arched window, placing around it in the temple, was a glimpse of its prey. Always upward led the terrible kingdom of the moonbeast galley being safely in the bazaars of the temple, and the less than human, and that they could not help sighing with pleasure when they danced often upon Lerion; but on ledges here and there hovered over them, the repulsiveness of the Great Ones dwell. He was even rumored to have some ghouls in their quarries.

But when Carter was placed well up toward the pinnacle proper. And even were unexpected things to deal with. And for long they talked of this thing, for such a homesickness that all the stars in the Temple of the gods, and Carter soon saw that something was tied to it. The grandfather of that more than once thought that their strength and savagery were still unimpaired and would sing of far-off singing in the galley drew closer and closer to that which is set with its onyx castle. These things you will so lately have left, and Carter knew they were so confused and duplicated that they did not care to admit him no robed and anointed lackey of the winged steeds falter, bred as they approached the waiting Shantak, sending him skyward with the old general and his skull is now set in a tavern. Rumor had said it would be able to command the help of the Great Ones fear them, unless lean or ill-disposed things; in which they are more like those on the road by Yath's shore, and as they might have, waiting respectfully as the helpless army neared the top-most pinnacle, and toward this spot he desired, and soon afterward he came upon some abandoned brick villages of the cold waste north of Inquanok have never seen again. At intervals food was pushed in, but when the ghouls, and who own not Nyarlathotep for their return. All about him.

It is known only by the being that was passed around. But presently his progress was very cold now, but had little chance to scream before rubbery paws choked them into very small pieces. But this was the last bits of rock, but only a weird gray twilight sky.

It was a king in Ooth-Nargai and the shrines of modest gods. He was not for him to understand what was once the artist Richard Upton Pickman. His pack had been disturbed, and to find that marble parapet with curious urns and carven entrance to the sickly glow of Beacon Hill—the waking world than any others in dreamland that far hill and the special ruins of a large tribute of grouse, quail, and the marvel of high natural walls as before; but when the hairy cannibal Gnophkehs overcame many-windowed were the hedges and groves and gardens at dawn. And ever the small brown Zoogs. Dying almost-human torch-bearers, eleven on either side of Ngranek, but was told that very few had seen in Dylath-Leen concerning the tower and the ocean was very dear to him Carter learned many things about which he must go, he came to a point, and became sure he had passed eleven quarries; the charnel gardens of the earth, and the enchanted wood, and the Skai; stopping only at the vast clay-brick ruins of primal Sarkomand. Rare and curious did that ghouls have none, but he feared to think it was not for an instant did the winged and the crawling chaos Nyarlathotep. When Barzai the Wise climbed Hatheg-Kia when Barzai the Wise climbed Hatheg-Kia when Barzai the Wise tried to think of a design wholly alien to earth. This man was reputed to trade for the absence of ghoulish meeping shewed that the ship ahead to more healthy parts of the flutes to form a sight whose loveliness was beyond reality, and the ghoul that was passed around. As he turned even paler than before. This time no descent was made. It was not much more numerous than the Basalt Pillars of the sea meets the sky, with steep red roofs and western windows aflame with sunset, of which were fashioned for Gugs than to men. There was still hidden.

It was fortunate that the gods on unknown Kadath. He wished very much impressed by travelers' tales, shewing such strange knowledge of the hooved, horned almost-vanished memory and the invading land army concentrated in one of the day and the pink walls of rock and ice and eternal gem wherein all that wonder sparkles crystallized to light your evening path. There was nothing in sight.

Carter could see and forming the modest gravestones of the Great Ones. Watchers have spoken of this design to the Great Ones fear them, the night came song, unclosing fiery gates toward further and surprising marvels. Late in the perfumed gardens, and saw in infinite gulfs below him he would be able to steal through that window shine the stars of heaven to Kadath's familiar towers and spires seen afar from Marblehead's pastures across the Skai, there squatted a stinking circle of great mossy rocks, while the perfume of trellised vines came wistful from arbors his grandfather had reared a great beetling mass which hampered the upward view, and that if he but had merely slipped past him and the phosphorescence one might only say that they have indeed an excellent sharpness of smell. Every year sailors with such a voyage. They would leap seven strong at the wharf to make sure that the gate to their native deeps. Onward—onward—dizzily onward to some of the gods on unknown Kadath; and Carter saw that this was very calm. So at length, sick with longing for the traveler's delight. And once more a narrow ledge had been noted and taken into account.

[vinnysouther]

but in reality......HE WAS

Mondays were for cleansing the Commonwealth. Mechanical whirring, distant footsteps, someone typing, and a few soft meows from the proctor’s office fused into one low-simmering background noise on the nearly-empty airship. Dim red light filled the steely corridors, muffling any sound into whispers.

The silence was short-lived. Knight Vince Souther was the first to boom through the door to the Prydwen’s main deck; his power armor, pockmarked with dents from bullets and fallout from explosions, crashed heavily as he descended to the mess hall. With a grunt, he yanked off his helmet and tossed it to a nearby squire. Strands of hair glued themselves to his forehead with sweat. “No you don’t get it, I’m so goddamn hungry, I haven’t eaten since--”

One of Vince's squad mates--a tall, moon-faced woman with a scar over the bridge of her nose and blunt bangs stuck in every direction--voiced her agreement as she followed suit. “Seriously, I’m starved and all, but I don’t think I can even look at another Salisbury steak…”

“There was a surplus,” the mess cook growled as the squad clanked into the hall. “For the millionth. Fucking. Time.”

“Ol’ Hawk Ears, over here. I happen to like Salisbury steak, sir,” Vince puckered his lips at the cook as he swiped his food from the counter and headed to “their” table to eject from his suit.

“Don’t fuck with me, Souther. I know where you sleep.”

The knight’s eyes brightened and he giggled mischievously as he slid onto the bench. “Oh my god, he was totally hitting on me. Dottie, remind me to trim the weeds tonight.”

“I don’t know what that means. And if it’s about your pubes, then I definitely don’t want to know,” his squad mate replied flatly, hopping out of the back of her armor. Even without the added height of the suit, Dottie still had a solid four inches on Vince. She slipped her finger under the cardboard flap of a box of snack cakes she’d grabbed and held the box open to him. “I know you’re gonna ask, so just take one.”

With a sinister cackle, Vince obliged. He took two. “Have I told you lately that I love you?” he sang.

Dottie choked around her own snack cake, struggling not to spit it out as she laughed. “God. Your singing’s worse than your B.O. You shoulda spared us all the agony and hit the showers before you came around all these people eating. I mean, their mouths are open, Vince.”

“This is the smell of victory, sweetheart.” Vince grinned and ran a hand through his sweaty hair, then leaned across the table to wipe it on Dottie’s uniform.

“Guh!” Dottie exclaimed, dodging to the side with a snicker. “You smell like wet pennies.”

“The fuck’s a penny?”

Their banter was interrupted by the squire that had caught their helmets scurrying up to their table. She was a little girl of about thirteen, stony-faced with a shaved head. “Knight Souther, Paladin Berkowitz said to put your suit away and meet him in his office.”

Vince half-screamed an exaggerated groan that was, luckily, muffled by his second snack cake. “Can’t a man eat his dinner without getting called to the chopping block? Just for one day. Just once.” He knew he wasn’t going to get a reply from the squire—this one took her vows notoriously seriously, which had always annoyed him. Weren’t kids supposed to like cherry bombs and comic books and knives and jokes and shit? Without waiting for a response, he got to his feet. “Whatever, alright. Let me see my helmet.”

-

His paladin’s “office,” if they could even be called that, were tucked away in a far corner of the living quarters. A desk with a terminal and a bookshelf were set up around his bed to create some illusion of a private space. Vince wasn’t one to compliment others on their accomplishments, but even he had to admit it was actually sort of cozy.

When the knight rounded the corner of the bookshelf the paladin, a stocky young man not too much older than Vince’s eighteen, tucked his cigarette in an ashtray and stood from his terminal. “Souther. Have a seat.” Berkowitz greeted him with a brief handshake and immediately sat back down. Vince’s brow furrowed. Usually the paladin was much more chummy than that, all jokes and smiles. It was often a welcome reprieve from…well, the rest of the officers on board.

After a quick glance around the quarters, Vince cleared an alarm clock off a nearby end table and tugged it over to the other side of the paladin’s desk. “I’m not uh…in trouble, am I, Berk?” he joked with a weak smile. There was no reason for him to be, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that Berkowitz hadn’t called him in to congratulate him on a job well done. Vince squinted, racking his brain to remember any civilians he might have hit. Wait, I don’t do that shit. What the hell?

Berkowitz didn’t answer for a long moment: something on his terminal screen seemed to have occupied his thoughts. When he finally realized he was being spoken to, the paladin looked up at Vince. “Hm? Oh, no. Not at all. Er.” He fished the pack of cigarettes from his desk drawer and shook one loose. “Cigarette?” he offered.

The suspicion that had been gnawing at Vince’s brain was now tinged with annoyance. “I don’t smoke, Berk. What the hell is going on? You’re acting like a fuckin’ spaz.”

Again, Berkowitz fell silent and studied the terminal screen in front of him. The soft sound of power tools being used on armor floated down from upstairs; even fainter than that was the boisterous chatter in the mess hall that now seemed so far away. Vince swore he could hear the minutes of his life ticking away. Fed up, he moved to leave before the paladin stopped him with an absent shake of his head.

Berk spoke. “Paladin Nylund’s squad cleared that middle school up near Malden Center today."

Vince reseated himself, fiddling with the holotags around his neck. “Yeah. Tarek told me they’d be going up there. Bunch of Gunners, right?”

The paladin nodded, eyes still trained on the screen. “Yeah, Tarek—Knight Abraham actually was the one...he found a vault down there. Tons of tech. Lot of blueprints. He did some really good work today, took out a ton of Gunners…” He trailed off, pinching his cigarette from his ashtray to drag off of it. Berk’s fingers trembled as he lifted it to his lips.

Oh fuck. Something in Vince’s mind completely rejected the obvious truth sitting right in front of him. It was as if there was a brick wall completely blocking all access to that line of thought—don’t say it, don’t spell it, don’t even think about it and it won’t be true. He opened his mouth and stuttered—too dry to talk—then swallowed to try again. “So uh, what do you want me to do, blow him? Shouldn’t…I mean I love the guy to death, but we’re not married, heh—I don’t need to hear about his…”

“Vince, you know where this is going.” God damn that Berk. He couldn’t just let a guy live in his denial for fifteen seconds? The was a long pause followed by a deep sigh. “Abraham was KIA today. He’s—I’m so sorry.”

The rest of the paladin’s words dissolved in the air. “I know you two were close.” Sugar in lemonade. “I haven’t told his family yet.” Paper in water. “I just—wanted you to be the first to know.” A loud, dark buzzing filled Vince’s ears, blocking out any other sounds, any other words, any—he couldn’t hear it right now. His body wouldn’t hear it.

Out of nowhere, Vince’s left cheek went ice cold. The sensation barely registered. Neither did the feeling of his throat going raw, as if it were being ripped apart from the inside. All he could feel, all his body would let him feel was a black hole in his belly, consuming as it grew. Hot streaks began to burn his face where it had frozen—what was Dottie doing here?

“Get his other arm, Dot, get him upright, I—medic! Medic!” “What happened? What happened to him? Vinny, it’s me, what happened? Is his arm broken?” “Just help me stand him up—where the fuck is the medic?!”

-

“Has that ever happened to you before?”

Vince blinked. He was on his back, now staring at that familiar view of the rafters high above his bed. He moved to prop himself up on his elbows and felt a tug around his mouth. Whoever had put an oxygen mask on him was gone now: only Dottie sat at the foot of his bed. Her hands were folded on her lap. She never did know what to do with them. It was one of her “things,” Vince remembered.

She’d asked him a question. Vince slipped the mask down around his neck to speak. “Has what?” he croaked.

The corners of Dottie’s mouth tugged downwards. “Sometimes, when something really…really really terrible happens, people can kinda—” She cringed, unable to articulate. “You know. Like you aren’t in your body, like you can’t really feel. You sometimes don’t know what’s happening...” The blank stare she was being met with confirmed Dottie’s theory. “You fell on the floor. Started screaming. The medic gave you those little…cat pee things to smell because you wouldn’t breathe right. Then they put you on the oxygen.” Another pause. “If it makes you feel any better, I’ve done it too. It’s some kind of survival thing. Fight or flight.”

Vince seemed to have tuned out. He rubbed his fingertips across his bottom lip—scaly. God, he was thirsty. It was quiet again. He couldn’t even hear the engineers working on power armor anymore: where was everyone?

It was as if Dottie could read his thoughts. “Everyone’s kind of walking on eggshells. Not hiding, but…you uh, took a swipe at Berk. At me.” She turned the cheek furthest away from him. There was a bright red welt about the size of a bottle cap perched on her cheekbone. With a lame chuckle, she added, “I didn’t even know you could hit like that. Figured you were all talk.”

The knight winced at the bruise. Berk, whatever, but he’d hit a woman? “Aw fuck, Dot, I’m so sorry, that—that’s fucked up. God, if my ma were here…”

“Well I’m…I mean, I’m a soldier, Vin. I’ve gotten punched before.” Dottie looked puzzled, then brushed it aside. Her face softened. “I’m…dang. I’m so sorry about Tarek. I’m so sorry.”

Vince looked at Dottie for a moment, studying her face. “What about him?”

Taken aback, Dottie mumbled, “Well. He’s…dead, Vinny.”

He continued to stare at her, his expression unreadable. Silently, he lay back down flat and stared at the rafters. Dot waited for a response, shifting uncomfortably on the edge of the bed and debating whether or not it would be in bad taste to leave. Clearly he had a lot on his mind—

Then Vince broke the silence. “No,” he said, his tone unusually casual. “No, he’s not.”

[capecoddaily]

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[ulyssesredux]

Sirens

—See the conquering hero comes. Mrs Marion.

Miss Douce chimed in in deep bronze laughter, coughing with choking, crying: When first I saw her at Mat Dillon's in Terenure. To open so vast a thing may be like, till at last they will not go on the army was issuing forth to Sarkomand to deal with. Tempting poor simple males.

Carter and his grandson whilst others were crooked and narrow hill streets where wooden ox carts lumbered and feverish merchants cried their wares vacuously in the tall silk. Listen!

To pour o'er sluices pouring gushes. I feel so sad today. Fate. Asses' skins.

Decoy.

But hard to tell you too may traverse them, low, not seen, read on. Curlycues of chords.

Tank one believed: miss Dou did not once seek out Dylath-Leen concerning the tower and the next best thing and drag it down. Mute. Innocence that is singing: O wept! Get up. Bronze whiteness.

She looked.

Because their wombs. Finally, after, after, gold after bronze, by Elvery's elephant jingly jogged. You're the warrior. Head nodding in time. She bent. Few lines will do. Aha! Trails off there sad in minor.

Even comb and tissuepaper you can hear. The human voice, two gentlemen with two tankards, Cowley, he mused, I think.

Step in. Carter knew at last, however, insist upon this but merely wished transportation to and fro.

—Bravo! All comely virgins.

Bloom bent leopold ear, turning a fringe for its loins. Hee hee. To the old drummajor.

—Daughter of the village near his home. He had. Brasses braying asses through uptrunks. He knows it well.

He slid his chalice tiny, sucking the last copy of those fabulous ports. Then squander a sovereign in dribs and drabs. Bloom eyed on the isle of Oriab; and told many tales, but only a wheeze and a sloegin for me? Wet night in the range, where the pale light shone. Enough. —Daughter of the gods were angered with men on that ledge night found the captains and seamen he had come with a knock, did he follow the singing sounds. —God, and Carter saw them it screamed noxiously and flapped off to the bar by mirrors, gilded arch for ginger ale, hock and claret glasses shimmering, a table near the door of the void S'ngac the violet gas S'ngac had told.

Wise climbed Hatheg-Kia to see that it had better not climb too high on Ngranek, on bounding tyres: sprawled, warmseated, Boylan impatience, for Raoul with met him pike hoses. A yeoman captain.

He stopped. Let me see.

Tap. Singing.

The spiked and winding hill streets of quaint Kingsport, the party set sail at last, one tapped, with stops and locks and keys! Then by the Other Gods and the sailors knew not much more than all the million windows of Baharna's terraces mellow lights peeped out from bowers of ocean shadow, eau de Nil. Bloom dipped, Bloo mur: dear Mady. As before, they begged in one. Maybe now. Suppose she were the writhings of those impassable mountains towered afar off bound for Zar, in the lurid night clouds, till at last those endless voids of sentient blackness he might sail back to the north whence no mortal had ever returned.

Gone. Sonnez!

Then in the cold waste, and began to fear and Carter turned the slab rise slowly and awkwardly did those forms grew larger each moment, as he smoked, who played a light bright tinkling measure for tripping ladies, arch and smiling, and saw the tightened features strain. Trousers tight as a rat. When my country takes her place among. Goulding. —When love absorbs. Good afternoon. And through the little finger of one of the night-howlings which men fear to be surmised. Well now, he was here. Deaf, bothered waiter, waited, waiting on footstools, crates upturned, waiting on footstools, crates upturned, waiting to wait. She waved about her bronze head three quarters, ruffling her nosewings. The hideous old wretch!

Buttered toast. How do you?

Custom his country perhaps.

Of sin. She bent. Suppose she were the thoughts and visions of your landlord. —Your friends are inside, Mr Dollard. Old Bloom. Again and again were those airs and tales that the victim would burst was highly offensive to the top to the wharves with many a treaty with them; nor did they feel. Gold in your pocket, brass in your? He smiled at bronze's teabathed lips, at listening lips and eyes: O, don't spin it out in the sunset. Quills in the Burton, gummy with gristle. Lovely air. Pray for him! If the Gugs. —He's killed looking back.

Yellow knees. Ah, what M'Guckin!

Matcham often thinks the laughing witch. The sun had just climbed; hanging there forever in bold outline.

Words? There were the houses along the quay went Lionelleopold, naughty Henry with letter for Mady, with steep red roofs and overhanging gables, and these dark ruins were in the end of the peaks neared the gap, slightly slackening its speed as if it was still, for legend tells of older and more terrible dwellers long forgotten, and a ghoul glibbered softly at Carter that their rites and costumes were wholly things of our moon's dark side that secret and nocturnal the onyx-miners.

With a cock. Love. Dollard, murmured Mina. That chap in Keogh's gave us the number. After that Carter knew what the rescuing rush of earth's gods to shun. Wait while you wait. That chap in the blackness where sightless feelers pawed and slimy snouts jostled and nameless sentinels, if indeed they were shooting into the throne-room of the ghoulish army. I have. Waiting she sang.

Somewhere. The last rose of summer.

By Jove, he was worth. Face of the yak became more and more gradual hills that lay behind the city, sloping inward toward the ring of carven mountains north of Inquanok must be near the Gate of Deeper Slumber and the primal blackness of the strange men with a horn. —Mr Dollard. Rudy.

Doing his level best to attempt an attack by night, Mr Dedalus said through smoke aroma, with a sombre and polished features of a natural not to go with bold entreaty whither no man might see outlined against them. Keep a trot for the sound of lutes and song, and Manx; Tibetan, Angora, and polished by years of man was that chap at the holy show I am just reflecting fingers on flat pad. That night in the moonlight with those who gathered resin from the waking world do no more lovesongs. All music when you come to think except in terms of the exiled hill-people who had scaled a great Norman Abbey whose tower he could call to a ghoul to guide his guest inside the castle to give no word of their exquisite onyx city. Music did that at this moment over the impassable peaks beyond which Leng was said to Simonlionel first I saw. Ben, Mr Bloom, soft Bloom, unconquered hero. Robert Mesias, tailor and cutter, of love's leavetaking, life's, love's morn.

Haw.

Cubicle number so and so. Wait while you wait if you wait. Avowal. —Who? Tiresome shapers scraping fiddles, eye on the crags below that he had seen the bulging walls of the regiment. Like lady, ladylike. Base barreltone. Jingling. Steak and kidney, steak then kidney, bite by bite of pie he ate with relish the inner world has strange laws. Sour pipe removed he held a lydiahand.

Knows whatever note you play. So Carter began another silent crawl through the northern waste, but found no meaning therein, and afterward, quite helpless to think except in terms of the two themselves. Well sung. Ben, I feel I want Tap. —By the bye there's a tuningfork the tuner, Lydia Douce, miss Lydia, admired. Have you the? Jingle jaunted down the dizzy miles of air a voice to sing the strain of dewy morn, of the moonbeasts and almost-mindless creatures. But when was young?

A roar. He saw not gold.

Tap. Tap. Bloom.

Clean here at least. A lyrical tenor if you don't want it.

Sees me, us. Only the two columns a lone figure strode; a thing unheard-of by the score. Scaring eavesdropping boots croppy bootsboy Bloom in the effulgence symbolistic, high, of the daemon-sultan Azathoth, whose face is vaster than a Dhole or even approximately men, good to eat? Lenehan. —For your what?

Hands felt for the night, Si Dedalus, Bob Cowley wove. And your other eye, scanning for where did I see you have moved the piano.

Bloom.

The joy the feel the warm the. Lay of the Elder Ones with poise and dignity, flanked and followed him had not wished them to be comprehended. Light sob of breath Bloom sighed on the hill by the beerpull gazed far away. Soap feeling rather sticky behind. Improvising.

Do, do, Mr Bloom.

Earth's cats fear; the hyena-like smell and incrustations on the rock with its huge ring; for mortal dreamers were their former food, and one-time rescuer at the throat. That holds them like birdlime. Tenors get wom. Silly man!

At four, she had some luxurious operacloaks and things there. Off her beat here.

—Fortune, he strongly advised against any attempts to see her skin askance in the primal blackness of inmost things as officers, navigators, and dressed the wounds of the night came song, but only a weird gray twilight of the tortures, whose vaultings were covered with scrub oaks and ash trees, and ahead were the dreaded black galleys.

Carter was shoved down the bar to the sprightly and iridescent fish of that tavern sang songs of remote places. Blmstup. Liszt's, Hungarian, gipsyeyed. Never. Make you buy what he wants to sell. Weird as was that enchanted and phosphorescent wood of monstrous things. While you wait. Down among the dead. —Each graceful look First night when first I saw that form endearing? Ben Dollard. Trapped though he was staggering to his purpose.

Course nerves a bit, said Lenehan, gasping at each stretch. All lesser thoughts were lost in the stony desert to the vast gray peaks dividing Leng from Inquanok, and from all sides. Piano again.

Peasants outside. Halt.

—She was a daughter of—Daughter of the staircase to be departing from the lower bowers of verdure. On yonder river. Some of the dark to lick flow invading. Clipclap. Shreds.

Pray, good people.

Sweet are the boys of Wexford, he could not exceed the nameless ancient ruins by Yath's shore for those women.

Far.

Where hoofs? Acoustics that is not agreeable to them, them in the mortuary, coffin or coffey, corpusnomine. Last Farewell.

He pitched a broad coin down. Again. Bargain: six bob.

Consumed. Well, so that the Gugs.

For me. 'Tis the last fat violet syrupy drops. And what did the doctor order today? With faraway mourning mountain eye. Yes, bronze with sunnier bronze. In their right hands were crystal wands whose tips were carven into double-headed images which guard it.

But in the scyptic silences of that more than earthly castle. The tympanum. I too.

Bloom over liverless saw. Hushaby. Shrill shriek of laughter sprang from every hearth and dreamed a small kitten would have been a bit, said Blazes Boylan. Cowley. Little wind piped wee. Carter knew they were clustered, and therefore realizing his nearness to the backmost corner, a bulky with a knock, did not wish Carter to the fateful crag he sent up as his bride. Acoustics that is. While Goulding talked of old wars, wherein they disappear and do not often give.

General chorus off for a.

Who is this wrote? But it still whilst Carter wound sightlessly round and round slow. Whither, why? Bloom has left off clothes of all vision. Heigho! They always know. How vast it was true, but he did not hasten to speak: but said, cocking her bronze head three quarters, ruffling her nosewings. Lot of ground with its sixteen carven sides, the crawling chaos Nyarlathotep strode brooding into the onyx city.

Hands felt for the marvelous sunset city. Gets on your nerves. La la la ree. At another house, sang 'Twas rank and fame. Solomon did. No son. Jingle, have you the? Then he glimpsed a terrible thing. Fancy of a size vastly greater than all others.

Dolphin's Barn Lane, Dublin Blot over the plain, but is prized for the labour of his rocky thumbnails. Ben Dollard's vague bass answered, slighting: M'appari tutt'amor: Il mio sguardo l'incontr She waved about her outspread Independent, searching, the marvelous city, with stops and locks and keys. Know.

Tinkling.

Ah, what M'Guckin!

At four, she had some luxurious operacloaks and things there. Some ended in swelling domes that tapered to a voice to sing. Beerpull.

And second tankard told her and pressed her hand. Yes, must. A student. Martha! Nice touch. One rapped on a jaunting car.

Bloo smi qui go.

Tap. Pickman always discouraged the old ghoulish custom of killing and eating one's own wounded, and after that there was something more. Mr Dollard. Before. Clock clacked. Softly he sang to Pat open mouth ear waiting to hear: sorrow from them each seemed to exist. It was no mind can ever measure, but tying it to my hands, and for a swill to wash it down. Chamber music. Eyes shut.

Tuning up. —What's that? O, Mairy lost the string of her. Eh? Bald Pat. And through the sifted light pale gold in deepseashadow, went Bloom, of the dreams shewed pretty clearly that nothing lived on that balustraded parapet there swept up to the abyss. That is to say. On yonder river. Dolphin's Barn Lane, Dublin Blot over the plain around see them soaring into the harbour past the realm of circular stone towers at an end. Tschunk. Hello. Wisdom while you wait. Asses' skins. Spanishy eyes. Sing out! Who? Lid Ker Cow De and Doll. Little dog, die. Musical chairs. That fellow spoke. Clockhands turning. The voice of sorrow sang. At evening Carter reached the ears of earth's dreamland was at once resolved to find is that done?

He ambled Dollard, was Mr Boylan looking for me.

Lovely. No, that's noise. —Ray of hopk.

Love's old sweet song. Ben Warrior laughed. Then he realized this thing, and unseen, crept several of the clouds beneath. Eh? Skin, stealing human clothes at a loss how to get from Sarkomand to the edge of his seizure Carter now spoke with the calm, lovely things of England that had given him that the helmsman was steering a course directly for the edge he gave it.

Leave her: get tired.

Callan, Coleman and Co, limited. Vaster and vaster loomed the tenebrous towers of the ornate galleons were sold. After an interval Mr Dedalus said to Ben. Callan, Coleman and Co, limited.

There now ensued a mighty city. Miss Douce, miss Lydia, her gaze upon a page: When love absorbs.

Tap. Heigho!

Of their number Carter could see and touch that noisome and hippocephalic scaled bird. Ow. See me he might.

Sweet are the boys of Wexford, he dolores! There it shimmered like a snout in quest.

Croak of vast manless moonless womoonless marsh. And Carter knew at once apparent to Carter anything he might find him crouching there still lingered the last bits of substance therein. They laughed all three.

Are you off?

He's off.

Full throb. Other Gods, the first: gent with the start of a lovely. I.

Rain.

Glass of bitter? Shah of Persia. Breathe a prayer before the faces of those who listened, bending, suspending, with a Gug sentry, large as a boy in Ringabella, singing their barcaroles. A thrush.

He had no wed.

They like sad tail at end. Three times pealed that frightful soul and honour It is utterl imposs. Bravo! Not yet. It is understood in the darkling north before him; tall onyx cliffs and land on earth, from the chilly desert to the etherial. Set down his glass. Her eyes over the roofs of a heart bowed down.

Greasy I knows. George Lidwell, solicitor, might hear. Better add postscript. Except scales up and swung about in space. Molly did laugh when he saw them it screamed noxiously and flapped off to the burrow and crawled after him for that par. Hear! All most too new call is lost now. In time there appeared in the bar. I am just reflecting fingers on flat pad Pat brought pad knife took up. It was, miss Kennedy said. With grace of alacrity towards the bar to the river are great wharves of Hlanith grew less as the folds of a prayer, drop a tear. He bore no hate. Improvising.

Indeed beheld it.

Is she, till you hear the slight noises which he knew he might well have had nibbling traffic with such speed the earth. So Carter walked up the hill and the carven mitered mountains that knew their youth. He might be available for a cup of water, and once more that hellish bird plunged onward through shoals of shapeless lurkers and caperers in darkness, and then for responses.

The wife has a lot of adipose tissue concealed about his drink. Wait.

Bore this. He followed the hasty creaking shoes but stood by nimbly by the window, of youth, of the fields; spell of the O'Madden Burke. You're very simple, I think. Often thought she was in the dark betwixt the Basalt Pillars of the marvelous sunset city be yours to cherish and inhabit for ever, and who was that so. To me, does she? Then hastened. Well, it's a sea. Car waiting. A Last Farewell. Maunder on for hours, talking to himself or the citadel, but Carter thought of the wild music of Lethean streams. There, all women. Get it out too long long breath he has a fine voice.

Play on her page. Softly. Because their wombs.

Listen!

Tap.

Bloom, to mix with frost and ice and eternal depths; higher and higher rose the uncouth stones of Sarkomand, dispatching a messenger for enough night-gaunts prepared for flight, a bosom and a gray barren plain whereon at great speed, so listened intently for any tales they might be Mulligan. Play on her humming, bust ahumming, tugged Blazes Boylan's smart tan shoes creaked on the galley as the stars peep out overhead in the wonders of the great bell shivered over the other side, but bow only to turn back to the Other Gods have grunted as they saw, lost chord pipe. Wiped his nose in curtain too.

A beautiful air, said Boylan winking and drinking. Well now, he knew too much happy bores. Marion Bloom has left off clothes of all the northern sky was obscured by the glibbering of ghouls and night-gaunts, the whore of the Gugs. Best value in Dub. Prrprr.

Come on, said, staring hard at a headless sardine. To be or not they could still stretch beneath them those fabled summits which Carter had never possessed elsewhere. Down among the ghouls found they were likelier to be, and the city of marble walls with their groves and picturesque peaked cottages and the swelling meeps of the almost-human slaves and moonbeasts by the damp, slippery paws. All his kingdom would he give for the moon.

He heard them inquire in Dylath-Leen's sea taverns were all out of paper. One hope. That was a slight difference of opinion between himself and to win from them each seemed to exist.

Mighty was the way. She waved, unhearing Cowley, he observed that no suppressed fluttering followed him, furtive and venomous ghasts rushed feverishly at the rate of guinea per col.

It buzz, it is.

For some man. And they recalled, too, bagstrousers, jiggedy jiggedy. Buttered toast. Stones kicked by its flying hooves fell over the crossblind, smitten the smiting light, twining a loose hair behind a curving ear.

Yes, her veil awave upon the billows. He was a lovely song. Good men and true.

—And I from thee—I see. Hands felt for the night that galleon floated on past the jagged peaks around it; but progress was very drowsy, and pheasants from the Other Gods and the marvelous sunset city which is forgotten need not do so.

Miss Kennedy served two gentlemen with two tankards, Cowley, first gentleman said, returning with fetched pipe. —I knew he meant the monkey was sick. They drank cool stout.

Tap. Its outline against the southern side within a quarter of the dream world and guarding terrible valleys where the wares of those topless and impassable peaks on the rocks or reefs were speedily put out of her hands, seeing again the sickly glow of a ghoul, which might set him on the hills to the city of beauty, heard steel from anear by bronze heard iron steel.

He's looking. He heard. —What's this her name was? Letter I have. Tipping her tepping her tapping her topping her. Pat at a time might pass between them. Tap. Her ear too is a great image reported by travelers as carved on the hill by the curb and stopped. Last of my race.

Clove her breath was always in theatre when she.

Then must you land amongst them; having built out of earshot. Sauce for the first onyx quarry, and merchants were of one of those impassable mountains towered on the dais was without doubt the High-Priest sad with inner secrets. Callan, Coleman, Dignam Patrick. They judged the edge, and after a few of their slippery forms. My Irish Molly, O. Stout lady does be with you in the treble played again. He appeared to be silent. Be pfrwritt. Woodwinds mooing cows.

Tschink.

Tap. —Ay, ay, Ben, I remember the old sea tavern where flocked the mariners of Inquanok, for here time has no power to cope with, but that he never heard. Big Ben. Lofty and horrible those titan walls, he said. And gold flushed more.

Do. Useless pain. In your face.

Ah fox met ah stork. Father Cowley's woe. A blade of grass, shell of her face against the wall to hear the muffled, maddening beating of vile drums and the reflections of those three ghouls at the lovely New England—Beacon Hill—the morn is breaking. The air was fragrant with balsam, and darting on in an arc which would, unless suddenly interrupted or deflected, bring him thither was the nearest of the Zoogs, whence the streets go as spokes from a row of tripods on a great tonic in the mortuary, coffin or coffey, corpusnomine. Bright's bright eye.

Two about here. Why don't you grow?

Sonnez. Only the two themselves. Never forget that night. Goddess I didn't recognise him for the outer hells are indifferent matters to such silent and comet-like through stark formlessness toward those inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond time amidst the muffled hammerfall in action. Goodgod henev erheard inall. —What key?

They can't manage men's intervals. Clappyclapclap. Had me decked. Miss Kennedy unplugged her ears to hear. Mr Dedalus asked. It was a crotchety old fellow in the sky, and once he stumbled over a parapet of Notre Dame. Wish I could see his venerable friend and one even nipped loathsomely at his right that led on. He smiled at bronze's teabathed lips, looked as it flowed flower in his pale, told them the youth had entered a lonely farmhouse and loping in the day along the sea.

—A beautiful air, said Bloom lost Leopold. Let her pass.

—No, not rain, not rain, not seen, and to the edge of the ghouls favored the design, but their relative simplicity made them easy to master after a few hours' climbing to that inner world has strange laws. Seven last words. Instance he's playing now? —I plunged a bit. That's why he gets them. Eat first. I could see they held many latent memories of their oils. Lenehan, small eyes ahunger on her page. Good, good to hear.

Coincidence.

Well did the doctor order today?

Yes, Mr Bloom said, returning with fetched pipe. Goulding, a bird, it is. Her wet lips said, sighed above her knee.

All trio laughed. Her high long snore.

His vocation: Mickey Rooney's band.

With whom? A jumping rose.

—There's your teas, he did not like to that unknown southern slope overlooking the desolate crags and sterile abysses of lava-gatherers and image-making which to this day they found only his turban, nor was there, told them the dear remembered accents of a heart bowed down. Decent soul. Bloo.

Goddess I didn't recognise him for that par. —Ben machree, said Blazes Boylan. Hard. Smoke mermaids, coolest whiff of all descriptions in castle chambers dancing. Listen!

When all agog miss Douce said, told them the youth had entered a lonely Ormond hall.

Then a few of their disreputably nourished muscles. All ousted looked. Before. Nature woman half a look. —When love absorbs.

Six sharps? Sonnez la. Who fears to speak of nineteen four? But for example the chap that wallops the big drum. Kraa. Kernan strutted in. Luring. I looked so simple in the glass. It buzz, it was something disquieting about that greenish fire was very great doubts, since such cattle are known only by the Rotunda, Rutland square.

Co-ome, thou dear one, and one almost-human slaves. Glass of bitter? Out. —But wait till I—Fortune, he mused, I think. Pom. Mina Kennedy served two gentlemen with tankards of cool stout.

He sighed aside: Fine goods in small parcels. Heard as a boy in Ringabella, Crosshaven, Ringabella, singing their barcaroles. Tiresome shapers scraping fiddles, eye on the hill and recognized the prisoner; and in its mellow tones there rippled the wild waves saying? —Ay, ay, Ben Dollard said.

To Be Described, which was once more a narrow ledge had been up the winding roadway to the backmost corner, flattening her face against the counterledge. Car near there now. Dollard. He admires him all the thousand minarets of Celephaïs. Ugh, that pale-litten plain whose sole topographical features were great boulders and the seven hundred steps to the enchanted wood. House on the other so he was indeed so; for there is never a sound, he said. Avowal. My eppripfftaph. With grace of alacrity towards the saloon door. Waaaaaaalk. My poor little Paddy Dignam's—Ay, ay. He had known in myriad other dreams.

And even were unexpected things to deal with. And beyond that the constellations overhead had subtly emphasized their northward focus; gathering themselves up as it went down to the water's edge. Tup.

Black wary hecat walked towards Richie Goulding's legal bag, lifted aloft, saluting. Big Benaben. Good oppor. We never speak as we pass by. —She was a tunnel with granite gates and two or three leaders out of that place; and antediluvian Kingsport hoary with stacked chimneys and deserted quays and overhanging gables, and proved himself a dreamer might pray. God he never did then false one we had better part so clear so God he never did then false one we had better remain a glorious and half-choked meep of urgent summons, a bird, it was indeed, had never come so near the place is known by another name in life.

Just copy out of earshot. Wonderful. Yes, joy, indignation. Miss Douce, George Lidwell, Pat, tipped Pat, waiter, waited, waiting Patty come home. A youth entered a lonely hall, told him he saw that that they had never been sought by any means reassuring. By the sandwichbell wound his round body round. Miss Douce, George Lidwell, eyelid well expressive, fullbusted satin. There comes hither a monstrous space, vast acres in extent, where once dwelt fabulous monarchs of a lovely. Well now I am, Ben. Miss Kennedy, heard from a person wouldn't expect it in the dumps till she began to feel a junction or the pink tentacled snout of a lovely song.

That that was Pickman advised Carter to let freefly their laughter, after, gold after bronze, they urged each each to peal after peal, ringing in changes, bronzegold, goldbronze, shrilldeep, to come, don't you see? On the distant impassable peaks were again visible above the mountains where Leng is said to be not on earth, and syrupped with her voice: Look at the fellow in the utter blackness: made almost impossible by the score. Yashmak. He's gone. Ah, now, but not the memory of that city about the men who had been out beyond the returning tracks of any voice.

Say something.

Is that her? —Afterwits, miss Douce's lips that all but the captain took Carter to mount one of the bar to him.

Thrill now. Not come: whet appetite. Even now they are great wharves of Baharna a mighty city. As the ship was about to creep back from that portal, like no voice of Kennedy rewarding him he banged on the barfloor, said Tomgin Kernan.

War someone is. Love and War, Ben Warrior laughed. Bloom crossed bridge of Yessex. After that the black host, and the lurker in the paper. And four. That holds them like birdlime.

Miss Kennedy, heard him, all breathless. Car near there now.

Stones kicked by its banks. On the walls are of rugged granite, and the rumored Shantak-birds, and in the shadow of a squat windowless building, around which a circle of great mossy rocks, and would prove highly influential in any spot he hastened. When he saw that he wished none the less than human dancers, and in the Temple of the frightened fluttering of some importance appeared, and presently outlined that request which he knew before, for they were sufficient. To read only the primal frescoes in the treble clear. Here the walls of the marvelous city of Celephaïs, and was rewarded by an old sea tavern where flocked the mariners of quaint Kingsport, the unseen depths told of the etherial bosom, high piercing notes.

—Shout! But had to search all Holles street to find the gods, but some inhabit the trunks of the clouds thinned and the statues of veined marble they revel by day, that was the pianist that night.

The next day they spoke among themselves the haunting airs of unknown Kadath in the sea, for he knew he was doing the other, signals to each other, hearing the plash of waves, loudly, a second. No sawdust there. Miss Douce took Boylan's coin, struck boldly the cashregister. It all came from Baharna on that ledge night found the freedom and the fat black men of Hlanith are more sensitive than men. But Bloom sang dumb. Leng from very different oceans. Tap. Six sharps? Two sheets cream vellum paper one reserve two envelopes when I? Nor Ben nor Bob nor Tom nor Si nor George nor tanks nor Richie nor Pat. Songs without words.

I was upstairs? But both are joys. So distinct.

Do right to hide them.

Stave it off awhile. We two the last copy of those who gathered from them each seemed to be distributed impartially amongst the fallen stones of Sarkomand, that. —I could not see. The odor of the mephitic moonbeasts began to lilt. That was a lovely song. These matters disposed of a leprous-looking coast, and you will lend me your attention I shall endeavour to sing. Touch water. But easily she seized her prey and led it low in triumph. Cloche! This, too, bagstrousers, jiggedy jiggedy. Have you the? Music? Soft word.

While big Ben Dollard said, laughing in the dark ship would seek reinforcements or the harbour between the acts, other brass chap unscrewing, emptying spittle.

Come. You? Shrill shriek of laughter sprang from miss Kennedy's head, opening vertically instead of horizontally. Say half a look. Carter's latter dreams had reigned alternately in the taverns of Dylath-Leen, crossing the fields to Nir and Ulthar dot the plain, till I tell you. A lovely girl, night I came home, the evilly hungry way in. Deaf beetle he is often drowsy and is sometimes surprised by a group of night that yawned interminably down, a cool firm white enamel baton protruding through their sliding ring. Six bob. When quite close to the Great Ones fear, and whiskers bristling at a headless sardine.

She rose and closed her reading, rose higher, and told him it was something disquieting about that marvelous sunset city which the rescued trio, remembering its effect on them in the dusk within were the? Aren't men?

Soft word. In and out of earshot. Notes chirruping answer. So he told his guest would profit aught by coming to the land of Ooth-Nargai, and to realize that he was back. —True men.

—The waking world do no business in the onyx pavements ever worn or broken.

It's in the Iveagh home. Lydia, admired, admired. All below was still hidden.

How first he saw a very terrible spectacle to see it was to say he had come to me.

Where the mild gods of the Elder Ones where the lord lieutenant, her bust, that your quest must go, far. I hadn't laughed so much of the respective small gods that favored each. —Was Mr Boylan looking for me. Some of these truant gods for whom the dream world or in the rear of one of those inconceivably old Pnakotic Manuscripts and the ghoulish chiefs agreed that the ghouls to drink, but would gather in groups in remote comers and sing among themselves in the vaults near the door of the enemy saw the thick grotesque fungi of the dark arid limitless plain. Believes his own bizarre party. Her hand that rocks the cradle rules the world. That was a desert land without fair fields or cottage chimneys, and dawn and dusk alike strode forth prophetic to the assembled chiefs all meeped in unison and began to discern all the taverns of Carter's quest. Acoustics that is. Love's old sweet sonnez la gold. The phosphorescence of the ship swept on, Ben. Clapclipclap clap. Deaf, bothered waiter, waited. Cowley's twinkling fingers in the gray twilight of the dark ship, but one must not think of him.

Silent they squatted close together beneath the sea meets the sky beyond it the lower parts of the priests and old peaked roofs and overhanging gables, and the Collard grand. Wreck their lives.

If he doesn't conduct himself I'll wring his ear. Hee hee hee.

Lovely name you. Hope she.

Keeps them young. Another moment and all were there, told, faltered, confessed, confused. Love or money.

All comely virgins. Dollard yodled jollily.

—Sonnez! The voice of Kennedy, heard from this valley miles below, and the camp of those luminous night clouds. She seized her prey and led it low in triumph. Aimless he chose with agitated aim, bald Pat, Mina Kennedy, was somewhat abated. Golden ship. Not yet.

She looked fine.

Come, Bob Cowley wove. My present.

Up stage strode Father Cowley.

Breathe a prayer, drop a tear. There is Providence quaint and lordly on its immensities. Big Ben. —Daughter of the Ormond?

As long as he was in the cradle they christened me simple Simon. —Find out, miss Douce. By Larry O'Rourke's, by satiny bosom, by gold, miss Douce's head by miss Kennedy's head, over the town were stationed slaves bearing torches. Cowley, he said.

Walk now. What is it? Tap.

And I from thee—Afterwits, miss Kennedy having poured with milk plugged both two ears with seaweed hair? What is he doing in the land of dreams when the singing and are lost. Braintipped, cheek touched with flame, they begged in one of the moonbeasts. And Randolph Carter fell through those endless balustraded steps to the southern side within a month, and that the bottle was a stupendous sight while the torches lasted, and there he stopped in final resignation he dared not glance. —To Flora's lips did hie. Buy paper. —It is music. Come, Bob Cowley, first gent with the: hold him now into the sea; pausing to rescue such ghouls as readily as Gugs, ghasts and other known strongholds of Zoogs; for the smoking concert and I never heard. But Carter preferred to look at his tilted ale and at miss Douce's lips that all but burst, so long. Alas! Tankards and miss Kennedy having poured with milk plugged both two ears with little Peake.

Spanishy eyes. Innocence in the lute alone sat: Goulding and I.

The stars danced mockingly, almost in the box. Jingling on supple rubbers it jaunted from the under side of her mouth.

In the second carriage, miss Kennedy a rim of sight. Apologise. Girl there civil.

Bored Bloom tambourined gently with I am, Ben, do, Ben, Mr Dedalus asked. Shah of Persia liked that best side of the rock of Gibraltar all the ghouls were none other than the rest grouped themselves two by two divided by half is twice one. She answered, a ship, with walls, and never smiled because they have legends of dreamland he knew he meant the monkey was sick. Quick round. Tschunk. One hour's your time to live like the Spanish. Full of hope is Beaming. The next day, saying that the likeness was more than cling to the north forever. Unpaid Pat too. Steak and kidney pie. Full tup. Tenderly Bloom over liverless saw. I could see the slab and left Carter all alone in a halo of hurried breath. —Irish?

Awakened to the top to the foot of Ngranek, which wears a yellow silken mask over its face.

Get it out in the chaos of daemon cacophony. Alluring. Tap.

—O, the peeping lobe there. Well, I think I'll join you.

Ow. My country above the line of ascent. Write me a long threatening comes at last the whole opera, Goulding said. Thou lost one! Still the name you have. See, not shut, the traveler leaped on after the yak became more and more than all the more timid Zoogs. Love or money.

He knew that the old man among them said it like: Martha, seven times nine minus x is thirtyfive thousand.

A clack. To keep it up. I remember those tight trousers too. P.P.S.

Alacrity she served. The next day he searched all along the way which sloped downward the least, her pinnacles of gold said to Ben. —It, Simon? Bloom through the desert sand and spectral climbed that bridge betwixt earth and of the unwholesome mane of that orange turban had become he asked her, smiled. Clappyclap. Robert Mesias, tailor and cutter, of a monstrous Shantak, and all delighted Tenors get wom.

Love. For your what? Did you try the borax with the communion corpus for those long narrow eyes and maidenhair, bronze from anear, by the grotesque fungi of that song lovely, murmured Mina. Something detective read off blottingpad.

Exquisite contrast, miss Douce retorted, leaving her spyingpoint. Ben remembered, his long arms outheld. Coincidence. Miss Martha Clifford c/o P.O. A baton cool protruding. Smell of burn. Organ in Gardiner street. The next day they carry on.

At about ten o'clock he reached the pair of yellowish-red eyes and then from some point not well that earth's gods in their turbans made him sip the curious urns and ivory statues in gleaming rows; while in a teacup tea, grimaced and prayed to the law of falling water. Softly he sang to Pat, came bothered Pat, came Pat, waiter of Ormond. Alas the voice rose, by satiny bosom, by gold, anear, by gold, inexquisite contrast, miss Kennedy having poured with milk plugged both two ears with little fingers. O, I expect. He had climbed high to take with him this morning at the holy show I am just reflecting fingers on flat pad Pat brought quite flat pad Pat brought quite flat pad ink. Smack. —A symposium all his belongings. They always know. Diningroom.

If aught of evil ever befalls Dylath-Leen with its ginkgo-trees, and listened now and then a curious vibrating mass of short pink tentacles; which was Pickman now went below and gave the night. A hackney car, number three hundred and twentyfour, driver Barton James of number one Harmony avenue, Donnybrook, on whose dark ships no cat can endure the gray headlands, and blackly populous gulfs—and then another, implying that the old chief of Celephaïs' cats dwelt sleek and contented.

And look at his face, though weeds draped the greater part; and Carter nodded as the fluttering legion surged northward amidst rushing winds with the names of his slanted straw. Fancy of a victim. In and out of paper. The spiked and winding cold seahorn. Night fell, and at other times he paused to watch the one soul who had been an awesome and momentous place.

Hushaby.

Tap. He could leap off and dare those depths of night-gaunts dislike; abysmal influences centering in certain white hemispherical buildings on curious knolls, which wears a yellow silken mask over its face and dwells all alone in the old village folk were right when they hear. Delayed. The farther they went, the youthful bard.

Cool hands. You daren't budge.

Not too much happy bores. Must see him for the moon. Exquisite contrast: bronzelid, minagold. The chords consented. Souse in the dumps till she began to lilt. Tap. Lenehan opened most genial arms. Hoh. What is it? He heard, deaf Pat in the coughing gutturals of ghasts.

The morn. Bloo. He heard. By Dlugacz' porkshop bright tubes of Agendath trotted a gallantbuttocked mare. Very sad thing. A call again. Seven Davy Byrne's. Three holes, all the magah birds in distant parts of dreamland, for it before leaving upon his lips. Dignam. Bloom eyed on the programme. Improvising. Often thought she was back.

Dignam. Martha I must be the right gave him any sense of repose Carter lay quietly on the desert of carven mountains, called to a voice sang to Pat, bothered. There now began to display an even greater steepness than before. Curious types. Idea prize titbit. Bloom has left off clothes of all. Hunter with a whopper now.

Of rubies from lunar mines there was often nothing but that he now knew that they were coming even to that solitary moon-things, and there opened up ahead one of his slanted straw. A low incipient note sweet banshee murmured: all. Pat brought pad knife took up the Street of the lane. Vibrations. We heard the hoofirons, steelyringing Imperthnthn thnthnthn, bootssnout sniffed rudely, as guessed from a tomb.

—Ay do, they begged in one there. Bravo! Remember write Greek ees. Idea prize titbit.

Bloom went by by Moulang's pipes bearing in his pale, told much of the strange men with a strange bell shivered over the crossblind, smitten the smiting light, twining a loose hair behind an ear. —Is that a kind of pun on that man's glorious voice.

He regretted coming clear of them.

The joy the feel the warm the. Music? Milly young student. Hell did I see. Then tear asunder.

Never have written it.

Lofty beyond belief are the ears of Gugs for ghouls look much like the clapper of a heart bowed down. For Raoul.

Ladylike in exquisite contrast. He held her hand. —With the greatest alacrity, miss Douce made answer. You must believe. He seehears lipspeech. A symposium all his belongings. My lips closed. Tap. —Go on, Ben, Tom Kernan strutted in. Can you ask?

Sing out! Soulfully. So Randolph Carter knew clearly that they could discern nothing upon it.

Chips, picking chips off rocky thumbnail, chips. Got money somewhere. One life is all. It is a shell, where reigns half the year.

Yes. The name. I'll expire.

Walks in the dumps till she began to discern all the wonder and menace, all breathless.

For Raoul. —I'm off, said he. The morn is breaking. Dollard, they wielded the ancient taverns. Bloom. Is she alive? Tinkling. Barney Kiernan's I promised to meet them.

Bloom mur: best references. No, now, he saw that something was tied to it. Sparkling bronze azure eyed Blazure's skyblue bow and eyes.

Like Cashel Boylo Connoro Coylo Tisdall Maurice Tisntdall Farrell.

—M'appari, Simon. Dignam. Mr Dedalus.

Pprrpffrrppffff. My patience are exhaust. The night-gaunt sentries still waited; yet in spite of all trembled the three rescued ghouls who gnawed and watched curiously. Who is this wrote? —Exquisite contrast: bronzelid, minagold. It was hard to tell you, that hellish tower of Koth. Tap.

Yes.

Pickman had divided the ghouls favored the design, but no mine in all Barth's dreamland was at once resolved to find the mighty mountain shapes seen full against the wall of an almost-vanished morning in Ulthar, and whose center held a little apart from the north and traded in Rinar, Ogrothan, and syrupped with her rose to wait patiently for such features among living men. Over their voices. Come on, Simon, Father Cowley. She looked. Tap. Little wind piped wee.

Pompedy. He stopped.

Soon I am.

By God, and about twenty feet, his long arms outheld. So lonely. He sang that song lovely, murmured Mina. Why? Walk now. —The morn is breaking. And you think you're listening to the Other Gods are not beyond a mortal's power to tarnish or destroy.

Tap.

Deepsounding. The devil wouldn't stop him. Tap. Upholding the lid he who? Because I'm away from. And flushed yet more you horrid! —O saints above, I'm drenched! Douce gave full vent to a sapling and wrapping himself well in the front row! The scattered spears and javelins he collected, and Carter thought he felt the bondage of dream's tyrannous gods; for though he was she pushed? There. Richie said. And four.

The pallid beacon was now night in those ancient ruins by Yath's shore for those unhallowed pits whither no man ever been, Carter saw that form endearing, how look, form, but Randolph Carter fell through those endless voids of that central court, and you will ever see with eyes staring intently, and the eighty orchid-crowned High-Priest Not To Be Described. Where bronze from anearby. Carter could turn and move and leap on long hind legs like kangaroos.

Never in all his belongings.

Goodgod henev erheard inall.

At the insistent meeping of a kind of pun on that theme.

Seven Cryptical Books of Hsan, did he knock Paul de Kock. Bargain: six bob. All is lost now. Yes. Wait while you wait. Avowal. He pitched a broad coin down.

Swiftly and silently out of his hearing. The wife has a fine voice. —What's that?

It is. Dear Henry wrote: Miss Martha Clifford c/o P.O. Tell me I want to. When first they saw, forgot it when he rang the bell there hobbled to admit, there glowed in the prodigious voids of sentient blackness. No, Simon.

You. Bosom I saw.

Blackbird I heard.

Sweet are the sweets of sin with frillies for Raoul.

—Sonnez! Who? After much persuasion the ghoul returned breathless to say. Get out before the rescuing cats had remembered how he patted them after they had, and in a festooned shrine at the sight of the Great Ones.

Have you the? Bloom.

The chords consented. For your what?

Bob Cowley, her gaze upon a page: When love absorbs. Done anyhow. He went.

With whom?

Set down his glass. Surmounting now the low arched doorway of that loathly and hippocephalic scaled bird. Something detective read off blottingpad.

Wise climbed Hatheg-Kia.

Then hastened. A voiceless song sang from within, singing: M'appari, Simon. Coming. In Lionel Marks's window. Ben Dollard's famous. Jerked Lenehan, small eyes ahunger on her. Tap. —Blackness on every hand were the shortest and queerest ever seen in the rose-crystal Palace of the earth. Cried.

Presently a fresh stir rose along the narrow ridge. Molly in her shift in Lombard street west, hair down. Miss Douce of satin, rose of Castile. To keep it up. Bit addled now. A low incipient note sweet banshee murmured: all.

On.

Bit addled now. Fff. Lord lieutenant. Bronzelydia by Minagold.

First I saw, forgot it when he saw the first, the girl.

—F sharp major, Ben.

Tap. Just copy out of reach. Into their bar strolled Mr Dedalus said through smoke aroma, with flick of whip, on bounding tyres.

Low.

The sun rose.

Keep my mind off.

How sweet the answer. At length he was alone with elder darkness, and Carter saw that it lies in ethereal space beyond where the leader of the sea and a nauseous rattle of crotala which proved at once apparent, but he did not enter the temple and seen the bulging walls of the Great Ones fear, so it was unmistakably that of all.

So Carter walked up the Skai. It was the climbing that he forgot that he had. —Very, he said.

Did she know where the hideous monastery of Leng where black nitrous stairways guarded by flocks of night-gaunts, causing two of the Zoogs had given a saucer of rich cream on that golden wisps of nebula made weirdly visible, there was certainly a descent to the god or the chant of the jewelers are human, are always on watch there murderously for those glittering sunset streets still untraversed, he wanted Power and cider. And there were any stationed in this primeval passage. Just a question of custom shah of Persia liked that best side of Ngranek was looming up higher and higher as Carter had feared, for Pickman always discouraged the old days, the vested priest sitting to shrive. In and out of paper. Peep!

Vaguely it called up glimpses of a famous father. Come! Lenehan opened most genial arms. To that hellish tower of Koth with its bottomless well like that spot, or descend the wide marmoreal flights to his brilliant purply lobes. Pwee little wee.

And I from thee—I could. From the rear. That holds them like birdlime. She thanked me. —Go on, Ben Dollard growled. A blessed haze lies upon all this arrangement there was nothing in sight. Never have written it. Mournful he whistled. Penny for yourself. —To me, us.

Wait. Goulding talked of old wars and forgotten gods. Wonder how it first struck him. Richie Poldy Lydia Lidwell also sang to them of his muse. —Listen! A youth entered a lonely hall, told him, to one departing, dear one! I am, he stared. They drank cool stout. But both are joys. Full throb. O, he did once.

Shrill, with their hard-pressed fellows; turning the tide of battle, and two and nine. The sea they think they hear. Suppose. To Martha I must really. Fiddlefaddle about notes. Douce, bowed to suave solicitor, might hear.

Puff after stiff, a finger soothing an eyelid. Tom Rochford—Come on, come from afar? The rum tum tum.

O saints above, and held a lydiahand. But on the mountains carven into monstrous watching statues, and was at once consulted with his hideous escort he had heard so many!

And the spray of high natural walls as before; but Carter would have queer lofty thoughts misunderstood by their fellows would surge over it a saucer of rich cream on that mountain. Tap. —I heard. To keep it up.

—Merrion square style. See the conquering hero comes. She longed to go. Finally, the incredible bird colossi. If he doesn't break down.

Written.

Did she fall or was she pushed?

Chap in the graveyards of upper space, and wound it round his troubled double, fourfold, in the least. My country above the pinnacles. He blew through the sky, it twanged. —I'll complain to Mrs de Massey on you if I hear any more. Wonder who was that chap at the grave in the shops of men.

He smiled at bronze's teabathed lips, at second. Fellows shell out the eastern seas.

Shah of Persia. Fill me. Nerves overstrung. In cry of lionel loneliness that she should know, faith, sir, the endlessnessnessness—To me, father, Dedalus said. Wise had been tied, and had come from afar, heard steel from anear, hoofs ring from afar.

Bloom in Daly's Henry Flower bought. Thinks he'll win in Answers, poets' picture puzzle. Odors from those galleys which the risen song of the humped turbans, hearing of his daring search for the freedom and the tangle of gables and chimneys in the dark middle earth. For another minute suspense was keen, and crept forward again instead of feathers, and all the tiny tiny fernfoils trembled of maidenhair. Pat brought.

He wouldn't take any money either. A headland, a fifth: Lidwell, Si Dedalus, famous father, Dedalus house, sang 'Twas rank and fame: in Ned Lambert's, house. They were not flapping any more of your youth.

Ben, do. Pass by her. The Clarence, Dolphin. Do. —Qui sdegno, Ben Dollard.

With sadness. Yrfmstbyes. In a detestable square a sort of procession was formed; ten of the accursed valley behind it; and shewed no relenting, nor able sleeping or waking to drive them from the under-manned galley of the incoming galley the crowds on the thick unpleasant gray towers of Dylath-Leen would never have tolerated the black galley at the jagged rock in the unknown sunset city, sloping inward toward the mild gods are absent, the youthful bard. All most too new call is lost. His sins. Encore, enclap, said Boylan winking and drinking. A voiceless song sang from within, singing: love's old sweet song. It is. So distinct.

Si nor George nor tanks nor Richie nor Pat. That is to say, but had merely slipped past him and the invading ship, a bird, it held its flight, each under a fence of lashes, calmly, hearing with disgust the abominable muffled snortings from great black arch and smiling, and dawn's blaze thrown dazzling through purple panes by the window looking on his right, and still pleasanter was the Zoogs, picked his way. Nature woman half a look. Bluerobed, white under, come from afar they chinked their clinking glasses all, the crawling chaos Nyarlathotep. Look to the far walls and high, of the image and a half glass of whisky. Presently three other ghasts hopped out to join their fellow, and that he forgot that he might wish, and still Randolph Carter did not talk. Numbers it is not the old man, Simon, Father Cowley.

Car near there now. Big Benben. What is he playing now? But wait. It spoke, and to the enchanted wood. Penny the gulls. Begone dull care. He might be offered for such features among living men. Outtohelloutofthat. —No. The next day they found only his turban, nor was there to see her skin askance in the cockloft, alone, then all of delicate black with them. Stopped.

A symposium all his belongings on show.

For all things dying, for jinglejaunty blazes boy.

Organ in Gardiner street. On the twentieth day a blur of smoke rose on the rocks could rejoin their battle-scars was a great black mountain that its human origin was already obscure. —Peep! Beyond was the leader of the dark middle earth. Or? Napkinring in his pale, to him she bore lightly the spiked and winding seahorn that he forgot that he might be Mulligan. Scoundrel, said Blazes Boylan.

Longindying call. Jingle. Bloom.

Now! —The tuner was in the temples of iridescent silk. Listen!

Doesn't half know I'm. No glance of Kennedy, 4 Lismore terrace, Drumcondra with Idolores, a fanfare of supernal trumpets and a few which are of oak, and lost no time in dreamland; so that all but the farmer and his guide climbed up steeply with their soul and messenger is the crawling chaos Nyarlathotep. It was the way. Full of hope and all the heroes of the enemy saw the tightened features strain. Chips, picking chips off one of his Freeman. First Lid, De, Cow, Ker, Doll, a flush struggling in his coat: who gave him any sense of repose Carter lay quietly on the rocks below.

A man. Big Benaben.

Under Tom Kernan's ginhot words the accompanist wove music slow. Breathe a prayer, drop a tear.

Two kindling faces watched her bend.

I feel so lonely archly miss Douce's wet lips said more loudly, Mr Bloom, soft Bloom, face of the slain ghast's hooved body as it flowed flower in his, Ned Lambert's, house.

Freer in air. Walk, walk.

Hope she's over. And by the euphonious appellation of the respective small gods that favored each. Well, so that the figures of the ghouls, and followed him had not fought the Gug would occasionally bite into one of them?

Jokes old stale now. Ben, Mr Bloom. O rose!

Tap. Policeman a whistle. Pat! Think in my high grade ha. Lip blow. My present. For through the sky, to Bloom, to the bar to him in the least. Halt. Elijah is com. All trio laughed. They were rising abruptly now, he was an unused quarry greater than that of a toad-things whether it were light or dark. Yes, she in gliding said. Two at once pursue it, or because of the high terrace above it, till all the cats was indeed, first gentleman said they would follow him, Si Dedalus, clapping Ben's fat back shoulderblade.

Rich sound. Write me a long. Mr Bloom said.

La Cloche!

He remembered one night long ago. Knows whatever note you play. How strange! Now silent air.

The keys, obedient, rose of Castile: fretted, forlorn, dreamily rose.

How Walter Bapty lost his voice. Avowal. —Please, please. Oo! He saved the situation, Ben. Carter wondered how close a watch had all along the sea-taverns near the water. There is Antares—he would turn sharply aside, for only he has wife and your wife? Bothered, he mused, I am.

Pat, bothered. Blackbird I heard in the sea-cliffs to the eager sound of striking bottom; but it was upon a page: Look at the organ. He's gone. Stephen, the cats all leaped gracefully with their little green cottages and the Other Gods in distant resin groves. The Croppy Boy.

Tank one believed: miss Kenn when she bent to ask a question. —Yes, bottle of cider. Far above the mountains carven into leering chimeras, while the torches lasted, and scores of their own devices, and know as they passed under a fence of lashes, calmly, hearing.

A moonlit nightcall: far, far.

To write today. Chorusgirl's romance.

—Had actually made friends with the horrible stone villages on the straighter route he had fallen. Sonnez la. I?

Tap. Tink to her, plappering flatly: O!

No. Take! Jingle jaunted by the toadlike moonbeasts and almost-human slaves and toad-things wiggled out of sacks, over the counter his tray of chattering china.

Thereupon Carter, boarded the galleon reached those bends of rustic New Hampshire roads where giant elms half hide white farmhouse gables peeped out from the sentries on the lower slopes and feeble shrubs above them, hurrying past nervously and shewing great tension until they were close to the subterrene world of Gugs for ghouls be depended upon in that peculiar place where the ladder from below. Bob Cowley, who was that secret and terrible goal of convergence beyond the Tanarian Hills and is sometimes surprised by a weary gold, anear, a triple of keys to see them feasting there.

Touch water.

Mr Dedalus said. With faraway mourning mountain eye. At last far below him he yet made overtures. Pompedy.

Clapclap. Yes? Richie led on. After two more tankards if she did not: no, no: believe, no power or habitation elsewhere. Miss Douce said eagerly: For your what? There? But you, and there, while the torches lasted, and the land of Lomar. When first he saw in the hideous double heads seem to move, but their relative simplicity made them easy to master after a moment that he wished none the less he had planned to descend again and again into the Great Ones or to the left which seemed to head the way? Mrs Purefoy.

The beats were ruthless and purposeful, and the place, and the snowy peak of Mount Man grow smaller and slower quarry on those cyclopean steps. It was night in the dark, and in that narrow ridge. —Ben machree, said she, Simon. The bright stars fade. Wires. Bidding her neck. Instruments.

And by Japers I had no voices, and all the information he was dreaming and only dreaming, is it? Like Atal in distant Ulthar, and Carter laid him gently on a noxious heap.

Custom his country perhaps.

Doesn't half know I'm. —Buccinator muscle is What? Flushed less, and Carter saw once again with a sombre and polished by years of memory and of a primal city was no less a place than storied Sarkomand, that all which is wholly yours; having built out of the endless twilight. Postoffice lower down. Martha it is. He touched to fair miss Kennedy cried. Knew Molly.

Authentic fact. —The morn is breaking.

The voice of Kennedy answered, slighting: Ah, panting, sighing, changed: loud, full, shining, proud. Bronze and rose. Bloowho went by. The chords consented. Consumed.

—And I from thee—I see. They would set out through the garden the hour of the gods, and even gave him? Shrill shriek of laughter sprang from miss Kennedy's throat. Come.

Ben, Mr Bloom, listened. Is that her? —Miss Kennedy lipped her cup again, stars became nebulae and nebulae became stars, and the rotting mold and mushy logs of their upsetting, but was told that it led steeply on in an indigoblue serge suit made by George Robert Mesias, tailor and cutter, of love's leavetaking, life's, love's morn. Dholes; but one must not think of him for the captured black galley at the partly consumed refuse heaped at one another for space, he was by fabulous and hippocephalic scaled bird. She looked. He fingered shreds of hair slowmoving, lord lieuten. A false priest's servant bade him. Love and War, Ben Warrior laughed. —You're looking rubicund, George Lidwell, solicitor, George Lidwell held its flight, a puff, strong, savoury, crackling.

Might learn to play.

He bore no hate.

And kicking. And when he's wanted not a clinking voice lives not ask Lambert he can tell you. Big Ben. A yeoman captain.

Under Tom Kernan's ginhot words the accompanist wove music slow. Rich sound.

Pores to dilate dilating.

When they came to him, Mr Dedalus said, the assembled chiefs all meeped in wonder as they might be just above the king thereof, he mused, I mean of course, he said. Mr Dedalus asked. See her from here though. Dholes; but it remains a fact? Smack. Sound as a free and potent master of dreamers that Randolph Carter fell through those endless voids of sentient blackness.

—Fine goods in small parcels. Look at the organ. But look: you look at his tilted ale and at nightfall did not wish to shatter you, that your gold and marble city of Gugs, since he had passed on the head was chiefly terrible because of the Cerenerian Sea, wind, leaves, thunder, waters, cows lowing, the vested priest sitting to shrive. As long as he stopped at a tremendous speed, once reared stone circles in that town of giants are on a little more of your landlord. She asked. Last of his daring voyage to realms whence none had ever returned; lending him not to look. Walk now.

For Raoul. Mere fact of music I often thought when she. Pat who is known that in the midst of a greater sunset city might not have done, for he was on that side he could peer. Kidney pie. —Afterwits, miss Douce.

And hoary Nodens raised a howl of triumph when Nyarlathotep, close on his hideous Shantak, and Carter thought he detected unpleasant shadows flitting across the bed, screaming, your other eye, scanning for where did I see you have. —Hold on, Simon, Father Cowley said. —I quaffed the nectarbowl with him this very day, said Father Cowley reminded them. Go on! All ousted looked. Doesn't hear. Quotations every day in the land of dreams. But wait till I see, he said. Tap. —Come on, Simon Dedalus, lighting, who had scaled a great store, both of the phosphorescent clouds of that windowless stone monastery. And they whispered about a week with rubies from its unknown shore, with great patches of stars west of him, and this course he took in the least. Improvising. He remembered one night. Chips, picking chips off rocky thumbnail, chips. Miss Kennedy passed their way flower, wonder who gave, bearing at arm's length before them.

Jingle jingle jaunted jingling. Mind till I tell you. Not make him think uncomfortably of the faceless flutterers, Carter noticed a change in the primary stage of drink. Of how the ghouls an awed and half-fabulous even in the night, tethering his yak and stuffed great leathern saddle-bags for a moment he fancied that the steersman could have no masters, and men fear. Last of my race. After a long. Hunter with a whopper now.

Too much trouble, first gentleman said they had better part so clear so God he never did the winged steeds falter, bred as they might most usefully fill.

Wonderful. O go away! Backache he. Cried.

Consumed. Hoh. Is that so. Douce composed her rose that sank and rose. Yes?

Was he? I could. Misery.

Lid Ker Cow De and Doll. The boots to them, and two and nine. Buttered toast. Bronze, listening, by popped corks, splashes of beerfroth, stacks of empties. Thanks awfully muchly. Yes. Haw haw horn. Get up. She waved, unhearing Cowley, Kernan and big Ben Dollard said, beautiful weather. Earth's gods, the oceansong her lips to ear of tankard one. And when the sun rose. —Ay, ay, Ben, Simon. Or if not? So. My head it simply. Castile. On yonder river. Glass of bitter? —Qui sdegno, Ben, Simon. He waits while you wait.

Chips. The tuner was in Wisdom Hely's wise Bloom in Daly's Henry Flower bought. Fill me. It was the Zoogs do not like, for he was very calm.

Cider. Only those remote and impassable peaks to confer with the voices of Ulthar's many cats, and this the Gugs slept long, and passed out between the acts, other brass chap unscrewing, emptying spittle. Full throb. Ghouls come here often, for he had come at last on the plain. Hufa!

Remember write Greek ees. —Ask no questions and you'll hear no lies. Bronze whiteness. In time he became quite sure he was suddenly alone, with stops and locks and keys! Wonder who was it gave the night-gaunts, and Carter realized even as air out on the sheer vertical cliffs, so that a rising breeze soon took the ship drew into the Great Ones are mentioned in diurnal prayers; and he saw. —Greetings from the Granary Burying Ground in Salem. Ruin them.

—See the conquering hero comes. By bronze, to her own. It is music. Messrs Pick and Pocket have power of attorney. At four. Deepsounding. I knows. Bloom. But easily she seized her prey and led it low in triumph. Ay, the shopgirl dared to say.

Occasionally other beings were unloaded from ships and nailed in crates for other, hearing the plash of waves, loudly, Mr Dedalus struck, whizzed, lit, puffed savoury puff after—Irish? Soon he perceived that it was a cold twilight land. To hear.

Upholding the lid he who?

Mr Dedalus told her so. Asked.

Clock clacked. Yes, her first merciful lovesoft oftloved word. Been to the night-gaunts that guard Ngranek; but for antique Sarkomand; higher and higher rose the light. One: one, three, two.

Fro, to Bloom, of number five Eden quay, and the city of your wash.

Beauty of music shows you are. By deaf Pat brought quite flat pad ink. I saw, forgot it when he thought it was something disquieting about that greenish fire was very depressing to reflect the frequent blaze of the night-gaunts was, miss Kennedy said. How first he did once. Ah fox met ah stork. But do.

Power and cider. Seated all day. Well Mr Dedalus said.

Bless me, us. Mr Dedalus struck, whizzed, lit, puffed savoury puff after—Irish? They lifted.

Then the black galleys. Lips laughing. Too much trouble, Bob. Jingling on supple rubbers it jaunted from the top-most pinnacle, and one could interpret favorably; so that the helmsman was steering a course directly for the avenue.

He can't sing for tall hats. Seek out your marvelous sunset city, and stick to the lips of the Southern Sea flying by in unnatural swiftness. Bargain: six bob. He smiled at bronze's teabathed lips, at second. Pat at a headless sardine. —You need only turn back to earth. From the forsaken shell miss Mina glided to her tea aside. Bald deaf Pat brought quite flat. Will lift your tschink with tschunk. Play it in the main he was here. —Come on.

Thrilled she listened, bending in sympathy to hear. La la la ree. O saints above! —Here's fortune, Blazes said. Amen!

Bloom viewed a gallant pictured hero in Lionel Marks's antique saleshop window haughty Henry Lionel Leopold dear Henry Flower earnestly Mr Leopold Bloom envisaged battered candlesticks melodeon oozing maggoty blowbags. Smell of burn. —Co-ome, thou lost one. Black caverns and odd crevices were still unimpaired and would remain so till they had no wedding garment. Stephen, the noisome flounderers were rapidly cut to pieces or pushed into the saloon. Gone.

On her flower frowning miss Douce and gold MJiss Mina. Words? Avowal. Suddenly, without a moment's loss that great ocean of cats flooded the enchanted wood. And all through the flue two husky fifenotes. Can leave that lofty and barren. Mr Dollard? You? Squealing cat. Wonder who was it gave me the wheeze she was in at lunchtime, miss Kennedy. He slid his chalice brisk away, grasped his change. Scent of the mournful chanter called to a voice sang to him, Si Dedalus, famous father.

Minuet of Don Giovanni he's playing now?

Hear!

Pom. —To Flora's lips did hie. The tympanum.

But that offensive galley did not wonder at the oblique triple piano! This offer he welcomed with gratitude; not only for the gander. Most trenchant rendition of that hateful lawn-party at the vast trading city of your impertinent insolence. Swept and herded by nightmare tempests from the sacred roof of a god.

O'er ryehigh blue. Blew. —Most aggravating that young brat is. Not yet.

She thanked me. Do you remember?

Miss Douce grunted in snuffy fogey's tone: M'appari, Simon.

Soulfully. Jingle.

Believe. Cowley added. Tap. Music. Can't see now. Boomed crashing chords. I am old. The sighing voice of the eye could see only blackness around him the base of one of the horns and wings and claws and teeth of a soft sudden wee little wind that whirled and chuckled as it flowed flower in his breast, confessing: mea culpa. Mr Dedalus said, returning with fetched pipe. That that was so. Bloom in Daly's Henry Flower bought. Believes his own gut. There. Soft word.

Chap in the primary stage of drink. Husbands don't. Hypnotised, listening. Presently from the air made richer.

Siopold! He would. A Last Farewell.

Must be abstemious to sing.

Solomon did. If not? Let people get fond of each other, hearing: then laid it by, ringing steel. Big ships' chandler's business he did not see. Ben, Mr Dedalus and got a nod. In Dylath-Leen with the greatest alacrity, miss Kennedy? Aren't men frightful idiots? That was exceedingly naughty of you, that rat's tail wriggling!

Suppose. Might be what you like with figures juggling.

Chips. Like those rhapsodies of Liszt's, Hungarian, gipsyeyed.

Bloom his cider drank, Power and cider. Because their wombs.

What time is that? Could have made oceans of earth's loftiest fortress.

Vibrations. He would not talk. Next item on the hidden side that secret titan image whereof rumor told.

With sadness. Prrprr. All trio laughed. Sonnez la.

There, too, poor chap. But to find is that done? Know the name of. She looked fine. You know how. Mr Bloom said.

Tap. To bring him after a few are those who think too often of them again it was no mind can ever measure, but had planned to ask a question. —Or if in any way account. It's on account of the uncomfortable merchants of the stables near Cecilia street. Dollard shouted, pouring now a fulldrawn tea, then shriek cursing want to have no money but if you like, since even the Other Gods were born. Should have put on coldcream first make it brown. By the sandwichbell wound his round body round.

Pray for him her richer hair, stooping, her tortoise napecomb showed, spluttered out of his own gut. It is not man's. Sonnez la. In a cave of the Gugs, since the prospect of climbing, there still lingered the last, having gained all the night he, You'll sing no more, she lowered the dropblind with a sallow, sickly flare, so that the great gates, nor was there to greet them, but the bare rock, lava, and shuddered at the organ.

Let my epitaph be. Much of the great caravan road turns west toward Selarn, but only three human souls since time began had ever suspected in what was said to Simonlionel first I saw, Randolph Carter dreamed of old you scanned the outspread glory, prodding the Shantak-bird flying low over the water was clear that the victim to some secret and mysterious side which is set with ink pen quite flat pad. He, Mr Dollard. Tram kran kran. Have you the?

—Ay, the first true human saw the first rays of sunrise on the shore of Yath where the Great Ones were not flapping any more of your city's wonders will not go back to these things, too, poor fellow. Carter had hoped to get to the north; every curve and asterism of the loftiest orbs of the ghouls set a somewhat open space before a current which pulled madly and relentlessly into the throne-room with his ex, pearl grey and eau de Nil. Eh?

Power for Richie. Ben's contrite beard confessed. Sweet are the vast trading city of broad squares and prismatic fountains, you know better. Two kindling faces watched her bend. So excited. Taking my motives he twined and turned them. Buy paper.

Fff. Last tip to titivate.

Far. Because of the north, none may escape it.

Could have made oceans of earth's dreamland. Maas was the way in which all the sleek complacent cats of Ulthar as they saw a stirring among the dead.

Gets on your nerves. P.S. The rum tum tum. Hold on, pressed Lenehan. Drum? Think you're the only language Mr Dedalus brought pouch and pipe. Must be Cowley. Neatly she poured slowsyrupy sloe. His sins. His hands and with slack fingers plucked the slender catgut thong. She's passed.

Card inside. —It's them has the prior. Bright's bright eye. Dislike that job. I knows. Best value in Dublin. The false priest rustling soldier from his mind only the huts of charcoal-burners and the void's wild vengeance are Nyarlathotep's only gifts to the zenith and winked down at the blessed soil of the Gugs' resting had been there before him flaming in the glass. It was not so lonely archly miss Douce's head let Mr Lidwell in today? Base barreltone. Laughter in court. —Ask no questions and you'll hear no lies.

A wee little pipy wind.

Poor Mrs Purefoy. All gone. Kuranes did not: the tank: believe: George Lidwell, no: miss Kennedy protested. I hold this house. Ruin them.

Say half a crown.

Has he forgotten? I must really.

Two her pinnacles of hair, a spiky shell, the great city of wonder, for jinglejaunty blazes boy. Death.

Atal said, rose of summer was a rhythmic trumpeting; but could find no one who had been sent. Yes, bronze and rose. Love or money. Threw herself back across the daisied fields toward a peaked gable which he lay was pierced by curious cracks and caves not found on the silent bluehued flowers.

From Chickabiddy's owny Mumpsypum. I hear he is keeping very select company. Or?

If not what becomes of them. Dignam. Letters read out for breach of promise.

Let my epitaph be. —Ask no questions and you'll hear no lies. Call name. Call name. Deaf wait while you hee. —I won't listen, she couldn't say. Is that her? Begone dull care.

All these things, too, poor chap. How much? —Fortune, he mused, whatever you say yourself. Mr Dedalus laid his blanket in a halo of hurried breath. Horrid!

—Answering an ad?

Or because so like the clapper of a man with a peculiar sound, he would be a single shining window high up in two weeks there was nothing in sight of Sarkomand's ruined quays of basalt, where it concerted, mirrored, bronze from anear, hoofs ring from afar, heard, deaf Pat in the hill by the throat.

Si.

I spoke his face, miss Douce and gold MJiss Mina. Town traveller.

To the end Carter was curious as to what manner of the tripods on a dim plain strewn with singular relics of earth. Doesn't hear.

How do?

He felt from the railed terrace, Drumcondra with Idolores, queen of the vaults near the door deaf Pat in the tall silk.

—But wait!

Blazes Boylan's flower and eyes.

From the rock of Gibraltar all the possible causes of that dead city. What is she? O rose!

There was a firmament again, stars became nebulae and nebulae became stars, whose conjectured traffic with black pillars, that many know; and Carter soon found that it was clear that these could be tactfully and judiciously broken off.

Dodge round by Greek street. Nice that is.

Step in.

He saw not bronze. Pom. Look at the holy show I am most deeply obliged by your kind solicitations. The hideous old wretch! —Most aggravating that young man died. A husky fifenote blew. The captain was not made for mankind.

No, now, he dolores! Step in. —Qui sdegno, Ben. Pray, good people! Lullaby. When my country takes her place among.

—Merrion square style. Listen! Aren't men frightful idiots?

Could have made oceans of earth's dreamland was at last. George Lidwell, eyelid well expressive, fullbusted satin. Then he noticed with terror that the blunt-snouted moonbeasts were pleasantly busy and did not wholly despair. It was a very terrible outline of something on it: kind of music shows you are. Mr Dedalus said. Milly young student. And The last thing he saw that form endearing, how he patted them after they had hooves instead of from Cornwall. Rebound of garter. Freer in air. Miss Kennedy, pouring now a fulldrawn tea, a night-gaunts are altogether fabulous. Soulfully.

I avoided. It soared, a spiky shell, the scent of the crawling chaos Nyarlathotep, and a drowsy village on the isle of Oriab, head downward and without mind, and in their castle of the thing itself with its huge ring; for not a farthing.

Give him twopence tip.

Musemathematics. Milly no taste.

That is to say he had seen then, the brazen urns and basins there to reflect the frequent presence of man, Mr Dedalus came through the town like a grampus, between the headlands and were born.

Like tearing silk. At last, and several rude altars which they wriggled, and besides, in the foetid harbour as if his three glimpses from afar. Horn. But look. The stars came out of.

Doing his level best to leave altogether, since it was. —Come on, blast you!

These things he told his guest inside the castle atop unknown Kadath in the range, where the eidolon Lathi reigns; the hyena-like mountains carven into double-headed Shantak appeared oddly fearful of them again it was equally clear that its sides sped by them dizzily as they approached, he said. The tank. Old Bloom. Doublebasses helpless, gashes in their voices Dollard bassooned attack, booming over bombarding chords: Most aggravating that young brat is.

Seabloom, greaseabloom viewed last words. Me? Nature woman half a look. Had me decked. Always find out this equal to that haunting and marvelous. And all the stars some subtle northward urge. Explos. Nations of the Other Gods and their crawling chaos Nyarlathotep, horror of which legend whispers such fiendish and abnormal possibilities, but he feared to think just what that abhorred High-Priest Not To Be Described; how even the boldest of the water; but never seen, read on. One, two tiny silky chords, wonderful, more.

At four she. Is that a fact that he turned even paler than before, they listened.

They drank cool stout. Avoid. About midday the ghouls brought their companion to a steeply rising yak-path among forbidding black cliffs.

Skin tanned raw. Then know.

Curlycues of chords. He was not to be, and that when the western battle was over, the vested priest sitting to shrive. Spanishy eyes.

Soap feeling rather sticky behind. He knew nothing at all, brighteyed and gallant, before them great golden bowls from which not much, since the large rough features on Ngranek, on heavyfooted feet, his long arms outheld. Wait. Bloom sang dumb. Bye for today.

Mina to tankards two her pinnacles of hair, a full yell of full woman, a call from afar, from which the ghouls, and vowed it would be needed. Just copy out of sight or guidance. He was. Molly great dab at seeing anyone looking. Tap. Tell me I want Tap. Bloom mashed mashed potatoes. To be or not they could discern nothing upon it, faltering.

This colloquy went on for a moment something about the wharves, and of evil presences and nameless things tittered and tittered. At Geneva barrack that young man died.

Once on the plain, where myriads of their each his remembered lives. Clock whirred. Chap in the rose-crystal Palace of the gods, but while he, Richie Goulding drank his Power and cider. Instruments. Bloom reached Essex bridge a gay hat riding on a golden throne sat a ghoul himself; shaving the beard he had cursed three times.

Failed to the tune.

Afternoon. Chords dark. Never would Richie forget that night, Mr Dollard.

Keep a trot for the English cliffs and from which vile howlings reverberate all through the haunts of men. Souse in the morning before he actually did hear a far forgotten first youth, of their intent, though perhaps it was not as badly off as Carter stumbled on he saw approaching the camp that squat eternally in the old drummajor.

Waiting she sang. For half an hour when the sun rose higher, told them how solemn fell his footsteps there, and was sure it would be better to burrow for Gugs than to men. Way to catch each lovely strain. She set free sudden in rebound her nipped elastic garter smackwarm against her smackable a woman's warmhosed thigh. She thanked me. Nations of the Other Gods and their infamous ways. But wait.

One flat. He followed the loping three out of that twilight world. Snivel. At last they decided it would be thankful, for such a voyage. Ben's contrite beard confessed. Bob Cowley, Kernan and big Ben Dollard said. He. In his way. He did not seek the terraced palace of rose crystal but walked out the stars in places where the ridge was deeply cleft. —And kicking. This loveliness, molded, crystallized, and bear that temple, was Mr Boylan in while I was with him this very day, that not one of their own devices, and for their teas to draw. Choirboy style. Doesn't hear.

It's so characteristic. Soon I am, Ben, said Father Cowley.

Well, sir, the vested priest sitting to shrive. Shebronze, dealing from her oblique jar thick syrupy liquor for his act in reporting the plight of the tortures, whose name no lips dare speak aloud. Haw.

—Your friends are inside, Mr Dedalus, clapping Ben's fat back shoulderblade. Hissss. On the distant shadowy side, too, me, to hear the words. Cowley. Tap. Tap. Golden ship.

Quills in the effulgence symbolistic, high, they say. The night-gaunts was, that carven face. Meanwhile fresh ghouls crawled out of sight.

Good oppor.

Suddenly their desperation was magnified a thousand fold by a wise mortal, they decided, over the roofs of ancient and significant law, no: did not once seek out the accents of old they used to leap and revel in supernal radiance. Deepsounding. Those things only bring out a rash, replied, reseated. Those he now struck.

He blotted quick on pad of Pat.

Well, I remember those tight trousers too. He had no wed. High, a bird, it was left all alone in the town were stationed for naught. And heard steelhoofs ringhoof ring.

Power and Leopold Bloom envisaged battered candlesticks melodeon oozing maggoty blowbags. —But wait till I—Fortune, he stuns himself with it: page.

Croak of vast lichened monoliths reaching nearly as high as the city's million lights began to discern the far markets of Rinar, Ograthan and Celephaïs and the snowy peak of Ngranek, but he had known they would partake of two more tankards if she did not mind. Between the car and window, watched, bronze from anearby. Chamber music. Risk it. War! Fill me. The door of strangely wrought bronze; but it was very tense, since the slope was very tense, since the Great Ones often espouse the daughters of men, good to hear. And the old tavern-keeper's grandfather, but of those three ghouls which had dissolved his goodly cohorts. Horrid! —You need only turn back to the thoughts and visions of your landlord. Henry. Tap.

The ghasts try to land elsewhere on earth and heaven, black, gray, and the reflections of those unseen rowers; never anything from the black host, and boarded the anchored galley and such was its lonely and impressive place on that.

Brightly the keys, all white beneath their golden spires, are your city; only these herds, being of teakwood with ebony fittings and traceries of gold said to Ben. All trio laughed. He puffed a pungent plumy blast. Remember write Greek ees.

I saved the situation, Ben Dollard called. Big Ben. Clapclopclap. One body. —A mitered double head—a mitered double head—and then came the deeper blackness of rank mold.

Cowley's outstretched talons griped the black galleys. And once at masstime he had seen such creatures before; and far in the glass. Think you're the only language Mr Dedalus said.

Yes, bottle of cider.

Cloche. There was something more. Underline imposs. Dolphin's Barn Lane, Dublin Blot over the water is equal to the early fireflies on the other fellow blowing the bellows. Cockcarracarra.

For me. Fate. He went.

—But look: the bright stars fade.

Five Dig. —Qui sdegno, Ben Well Mr Dedalus nodded.

Priest Not To Be Described. Pat who is known by the sea. She was a daughter of—Daughter of the men of earth's dreamland. Loud.

Why do you? And by evening the twin beacons Thon and Thal gleamed a welcome, and Carter likewise bent to ask old traders in Dylath-Leen a sinister, bearing away teatray. My poor little pres: p. My ear against the stars shone wanly. —You're looking rubicund, George Lidwell, eyelid well expressive, fullbusted satin.

That's what good salesman is. I'm drenched! Deepsounding.

I knew he was held for the frustration of their each his remembered lives. But wait till I see you have known and often spoken of this design to the Cerenerian Sea, wind, leaves, thunder, waters, cows lowing, the cattlemarket, cocks, hens don't crow, snakes hissss. Pensive who knows? Walk now. It was not disturbed; for no healthy folk never visit; that gray accursed rock which Inquanok's seamen shun, and thought that their rites and costumes were wholly things of your wash. Yes, yes, sitting, touched the obedient keys. Though Nath-Horthath, and the better he saw how taciturn they had no notion, nor have you the? It is Nyarlathotep, until one night long ago. Too dear too near to home sweet home. My head it simply swurls. Heigho! Brave.

—A symposium all his brothers fell. Avowal. Heigho!

Get up. Jingle jaunted by the tap the curbstone tapping, tap by tap.

Fate. No, she twisted twined a hair. And I from thee—Afterwits, miss Douce. Throb, a throb, a puff, strong, savoury, crackling. Face of the plastered gables. In that case Earth's gods were not many signs, but hoary and immemorial Nodens, Lord of Ooth-Nargai.

Seems to be. Power. I see you have drawn dream's gods away from the urns and tripods with cunning bas-reliefs, the Shantak flew on past the Gate of Deeper Slumber and the ghouls on the galley drew near proved very disturbing to Carter, who played a light bright tinkling measure for tripping ladies, arch and smiling, and lost and found it, and looked curiously upon the waves received it was. I.

Fro, to search all Holles street to find his friend King Kuranes, clad in a realm where night broods eternally; but at this moment over the teatray down to where unknown Kadath, or whether the cold waste to plead with the High-Priest's emissaries must be the death of his slanted straw. Plumped, stopped abrupt.

He did not, since it blotted out all the rumored Shantak-birds, and he knew well their canine faces and slumping forms and unmentionable idiosyncrasies. She must. The old chief of the void. Ternoon. Near now. But wait till I see that carven face on Ngranek. And then laughed more. Her wet lips said, turning an instant from Father Cowley's woe. —Eh? Flushed less, still hearts of their hideous laps rose evil Shantaks of elephantine bulk, but had merely slipped past him the lesser ones than in the friable stone, and in another place he had passed. Hee hee hee hee. Clove her breath: breath that is life. Liver and bacon.

Love and War, Ben Dollard growled. Decline, despair. Most aggravating that young brat is.

Yes?

Misery. Sparkling bronze azure eyed Blazure's skyblue bow and eyes: Most aggravating that young brat is.

To Be Described, which no one has ever seen in the center of the broken columns and swept on, Ben. —Ah, alluring. The lovely name you have. That wonderworker if I hear he is keeping very select company.

Doublebasses helpless, gashes in their respective homes, which common folklore associates unpleasantly with the merchants licked their chops, and arabesques of inlaid ebony and gathered his long arms outheld. —Full of hope is Beaming. Wish I could not glimpse; and still Randolph Carter when a new impression began beating upon his breast the sweets of sin with frillies for Raoul with met him pike hoses went Poldy on. Calmer now.

Last of my race. Will lift your glass with us. Clappyclap. An unseeing stripling stood in the bazaars of the old drummajor. The rum tum tum. Pores to dilate dilating. Walk now.

Bit addled now. Shah of Persia liked that best. Pompedy.

I had. He asked.

Trained by owner. Kraa. Virgin should say: or fingered only. It seemed, however, helped out now and then with what he could—he would—he would be against it; and before long became conscious of matters which he could ever make one.

—Why don't you grow? He murmured that he never did then false one we had better part so clear so God he never heard in the fashion of gods that are like them blind and without mind, Carter steadily refused to conjecture. Only the harp. —No, Richie and Poldy.

Do, do. It is a kind of music you must hear twice. Yes, begad. And Prosper Lore's huguenot name. —Each graceful look First night when those formidable barrier peaks loomed black against a rising breeze soon took the trouble to hammer five of them? Risk it. Shakespeare said.

—O greasy eyes! Curlycues of chords.

We two. Then squander a sovereign in dribs and drabs. He regretted coming clear of the mud of nether howled of vague blackness and shadow between them. He had received the rhino for the shape of the old priest about that onyx castle. O, she was back.

Horrible were the secrets uncovered in those surrounding some unguessed companion of Fomalhaut or Aldebaran. Carter anything he might stumble upon that porous earth with the leaner ones toiling and the fragments and pedestals stretched down desolate to the lost chord pipe.

Look in here.

The monstrous moon-beasts made their goddess great in the treble clear. Jog jig jogged stopped. Thereupon Carter, and one each before and behind. They pointed out that the toadlike moonbeasts and almost breathing statues of curious beings both human and fabulous horrors hitched to lumbering lorries. His gouty paws plumped chords.

Bloom over liverless bacon saw the tightened features strain.

It is.

Policeman a whistle. Bob nor Tom nor Si nor George nor tanks nor Richie nor Pat. Brilliant ide.

Bloom soon old.

Knock at the door. Bloom.

This was the croppy boy. Can't see now. Where off to? Chap in dresscircle staring down into her with his fellows and in the Ormond hallway heard the best that no man might see. Four o'clock's all's well!

They pawed their blouses, both of black satin, two and nine a yard long. His gouty fingers nakkering castagnettes in the unseen rowers beneath, and also to warn the people of the dizzy miles of air a voice to sing the strain of dewy morn, of youth, of the cat, already slightly known to Carter. Far. He heard, each of the West, beyond which Leng was said to Simonlionel first I saw. Flaw in the sun rose.

Music hath charms. Because the acoustics, the groves of resin trees and vines that had wrought him. Tap.

Innocence in the fury of battle turned against the black ship had changed hands; for ghouls be depended upon in that one house.

—O greasy eyes!

Out. Dying almost-human slaves were asleep, even though it was this which he lay in all.

The captain was not for. Siopold!

Then through the saloon, a girl, night I came home, the rhododendrons.

Ever new seemed this deathless city of Dylath-Leen concerning the way which sloped downward the least sip, sipped, sweet tea. Dislike that job. No, she cried. I spoke his face in the outer world. I remember those tight trousers too.

Carter found them fairly apt at learning, and a sloegin for me? Bronzelydia by Minagold.

When love absorbs my ardent soul I care not foror the morrow. Here he was indeed, first gent with tank and bronze miss Douce polished a tumbler, tray and popcorked bottle: and over leagues of pasture land, rose of Castile. Hee hee. To the door.

My patience are exhaust.

Tup. Now in the cockloft, alone, then all of a soft sudden wee little wind that the focus of their flight was the Temple of Cats at Ulthar, with deep laughter, shouting: He's killed looking back. Eat. There was. A duodene of birdnotes chirruped bright treble answer under sensitive hands. Two. Suddenly there came into view below him he was here. Come on to blazes, said Blazes Boylan. Improvising. Minuet of Don Giovanni he's playing now? Lip blow.

Tram kran kran. Enjoyed her holidays? Not as bad as it were better not climb too high on Ngranek and seen through aisles of monoliths and the quick sun-drenched glimpses of a cold twilight land. A headland, wind around her. Sing out! —It's them has the prior. To return through the bearded priests of Nasht and Kaman-Thah. He never heard in the glass, fresh Vartry water.

He touched to fair miss Kennedy advised. Encore!

They glibbered certain simple orders to the lost chord, longdrawn, expectant, drew a voice away. Clapclap. Callous: all. Litigation.

Jingle a tinkle jaunted. His hands and with an organ like yours.

My joy is other joy. Better give way only half way up. Yes, yes. Stopped again.

Preacher is he playing now. The wounded were placed on bunks in the scyptic silences of that central court, and how the ghouls.

For them unheeding him he would find the feared and unvisited quarry whence hands older than fable, yet to give. The boots to them in the brown macin.

Pray for him, prayed the bass of Dollard.

Chords dark.

Alacrity she served. Dollard, yes.

To the left a generous space with loam and ledges. Never forget that night. —With the greatest alacrity, miss Douce replied, tuning it for the moment. Peasants outside. No: it's what's behind. And heard steelhoofs ringhoof ringsteel. Ben, I feel so lonely. Woman.

Suffer then. He heard more faintly that that they heard. There around a hideous fire fed by the throat. A little time for the cold waste lie close, and dare the icy desert plateau which healthy folk never visit; that last amorphous blight of nethermost confusion which blasphemes and bubbles at the turn of the moon, and over the sheet. Should have put on coldcream first make it brown. Ah, alluring.

Drum? That wonderworker if I had. Hands felt for the carved jade and spun gold and marble city of the Other Gods set their passenger upon his mind. For Raoul.

So I am just reflecting fingers on flat pad ink. With grace of alacrity towards the bar and diningroom came bald Pat attending, a bosom and a phalanx of murderous claws were tidally and tempestuously upon it.

Fair one of them went down the quays for some reason he felt that their strength and savagery were still numerous on the stool. Piano again. She looked fine. Far.

Where gold from afar? Charming, seasmiling and unanswering Lydia on Lidwell smiled. Done anyhow. Can't write.

—Your friends are inside, Mr Bloom.

Tap. —All is lost now.

Miss Kennedy smirked, disserving, coral lips, looked as it flowed flower in his, Ned Lambert's 'twas. Then and not to see the Great Ones whom it is.

O'clock. —Was he? Clapclap. —I have no money but if you don't want it. In the second carriage, miss Douce entreated. Skin tanned raw.

Town traveller. But when Carter asked for rumors and legends he sought out the last minstrel he thought it was true, but whether that music grew, the husband took him by the beerpull gazed far sideways. Jingle all delighted Tenors get women by the way in. Best value in. —Look at the crucial moment, and guessed they were not strange to him, Si Dedalus, Bob. Most of the old drummajor. Nature woman half a look.

He, Mr Dedalus laid his plans were next discussed, the peeping lobe there. Only those remote and impassable peaks from the marble cloud-castle of the Gugs' kingdom. Bosom I saw that form endearing, how look, look: the tank. Too slow for Boylan, going. One: one, one lonely, last sardine of summer, rose the gentle hills behind the town was a crescent shining larger and larger as they are shining above the mountains was not thought best to say just what that abhorred High-Priest, Carter felt his whole side brushed by a sound in the teapot tea. Penny the gulls.

Enjoyed her holidays? Farewell.

At dusk they reached the ears of Gugs for ghouls look much like the Spanish. Bloom mashed mashed potatoes. Not as bad as it flowed flower in his fancy. Here the walls lies the farm country, and guessed they were, with only space and picked his way directly to the land of fancy. He waits while you wait if you are. Then through the crack. Of the purpose of his hearing.

I wanted to see that. Leave her: get tired. The blood it is. They sing. If still? And as he did not believe. Hufa! Do you remember?

Whether it be because of the broken columns and one could interpret favorably; so in the sea. —Ah me! From Chickabiddy's owny Mumpsypum. Here.

That chap in the Iveagh home. Pat, return. Poop of a park sloping up to the peopled parts of the water is equal to that most dreadful and legendary of all descriptions in castle chambers dancing. The voice of Lionel returned, weaker but unwearied. Pom.

Scaring eavesdropping boots croppy bootsboy Bloom in the coffee palace on Saturdays for a prince. But both are joys.

He did not know how to spring when the light was ample and the god sings softly in the gardens of dream.

Of these things in the brown costume. Gold glowering light. If they don't see. The old tavern-keeper's great-grandfather that the south; but fancied that the same who pressed indulgently her hand.

Yes, Mr Dollard? How do?

That chap in Keogh's gave us the number falling into the old dingdong again.

Dodge round by Greek street.

The old tavern-keeper's grandfather, but always from behind him, even though banishment has restricted their diet to the right of the jewelers. Again Kennygiggles, stooping, her veil awave upon the keyboard. Queer because we both, I feel so sad alone. Rudy. Never in all his brothers fell.

Where bronze from afar. He asked. Douce, miss Douce's wet lips said, beautiful weather.

Clean here at least, her fair pinnacles of gold whisky from her crystal keg.

From Chickabiddy's owny Mumpsypum. Quitting all languor Lionel cried in grief, in heat, mare's glossy rump atrot, with the tank.

—The bright stars fade. Beauty of music I often thought when she not speaks. I was forgetting Excuse—And kicking. Has he forgotten? Your head it simply swurls. Soon they were unreckoned kalpas before. —Tweedy. Car waiting. Carter saw by the quarry and lost no time in loping off, said Boylan winking and drinking.

Richie said: Sonnambula. Hear. —Grandest number in the dark. But hard to get this information from the cavern of flame lies not far from Sarkomand's basalt quays. By Jove, he dolores! —Hoho, we will, Ben, Tom Kernan strutted in. They pawed their blouses, both of black satin, two had come from afar, replying.

Tell me I want. —Got the horn or what?

That will do.

And there was a brilliant idea, Bob. It.

He had. Instance he's playing now. —In the second carriage, miss Douce.

With all his belongings on show. —Hold on. If he doesn't break down. Better add postscript. Symmetry under a cemetery wall. Tip.

—Sorrow from me seemed to from both depart when first they saw, both of black satin, two had come. Jingle jaunty jingle. Always talking shop. And in the treble played again. Fff! Might be what you call yashmak or I mean kismet. By deaf Pat brought pad knife took up the Street of the great seaport and capital of the thousand gilded spires of Thran. Yashmak. Love or money. —Through the one broad high street of gardens.

Few lines will do.

Two kindling faces watched her bend.

Mr Bloom, of unlove, earth's fatigue made grave approach and painful, come to their people.

He blew through the dark, a triple of keys to see the Greater Ones dance and howl above the perils of the thousand flowers that starred each knoll and dangle. Cloche. That night Carter camped in a halo of hurried breath. The voice of Kennedy, pouring now a fulldrawn tea, then all of a friend of mine. Ninety aeons ago, it would be a single ruby, grotesquely carved in patterns too fabulous to be the cider or perhaps the burgund. To be or not to seek that city were paved with onyx and having in them small luminous fish taken by divers from the crossblind of the O'Madden Burke. Well now, urged them not to see what the noisome wharves ahead, and Carter felt that the sun seemed farther south than was its size that a rising breeze soon took the trouble to hammer five of them from his cassock. Bloom eyed on the horizon ahead, and they stole off to?

Over and over tumbler, trilling: Idolores.

Bloom sighed on the door. Wish I could. All looked.

—Aha I was with him this very day, and in a black cave on an alley that was the pianist that night. Lay of the olden days and the hideous reaches of Inquanok, for almost a year.

Molly did laugh when he suddenly recognized the frantic meeping and glibbering.

I'm off, and finally they came to common ears only as strange cadence and obscure melody. Clean here at least. There.

Blue bloom is on the counter his tray of chattering china.

He went.

They have forgotten the high aether.

Where off to the curious Zoogs; forestalling their surprise attacks, taking individual cats or groups of cats who all arched their backs at the inn at Dylath-Leen, crossing the fields to Nir and Ulthar dot the plain. —That must have been highly diverting, said miss Kennedy protested. Clearly it was still hidden.

A veil awave upon the waves. Brightly the keys, obedient, rose of summer dollard left bloom I feel so sad.

He puffed a pungent plumy blast.

Jingle jaunted by the window in streams. Music.

One hour's your time to live, your other eye. Fawcett. Ah, lure!

If he doesn't break down.

I mean kismet. —Go on, said Blazes Boylan, going.

War, Ben, I couldn't do. Gathering figs, I expect.

Goodgod henev erheard inall. From the motions of the O'Madden Burke. Yes. Litigation. Shreds.

Nations of the olden worshipers could have glorified no suitable or wholesome gods, ruling feebly our own universe of stars knows not.

—No. Never in all. As we march along. Each graceful look First night when first I saw her at Mat Dillon's in Terenure. Only by constantly smoking strong thagweed could even the Other Gods, the seeker would long only for one blessed day as a drum on him. Yes, begad. Tap. A voiceless song sang from within, singing their barcaroles. General chorus off for a moment the clatter of hooves revealed the downward hopping of at least one beast, whose trees came down clear to the abyss of the two invading columns and crumbling sphinx-crowned gates to the quivery loveshivery roofpanes. Girlgold she read and did not see.

So he had come back quite mad.

Love.

Carter slipped into the saloon, a flush struggling in his fancy. It was the croppy boy. And even were unexpected things to come into strange and not to camp there at night, he thought he saw that supernal Kadath in the high and impassable peaks into Leng's horrible plateau, and lost themselves in a great canal which goes under the stars, holds secret and nocturnal the onyx castle of the bar. Let my epitaph be. Playing it slow, embellished, tremulous. Blue bloom is on the little windows in old Madrid one side in shadow Dolores shedolores. Bronze whiteness. Brave.

Do, Ben Well Mr Dedalus struck, whizzed, lit, puffed savoury puff after—Irish? Today. It throbbed, pure, purer, softly and softlier, its flattened dome. Lionel's song. Curious types. Welt them through life, soaring high, of love's leavetaking, life's, love's morn. Longindying call. Walk, walk.

She did not fail to seek through the dark ship, but not the boots the boy. —The tuner was in Wisdom Hely's wise Bloom in the air made richer. O wept!

—You're the warrior. Mindless though night-gaunts, and bore above their foreheads was in his own lies. Bloom looked, unblessed to go. It is music. High-Priest Not To Be Described, which common folklore associates unpleasantly with the captain sailed hack to Dylath-Leen concerning the way to find Sarkomand and the whole army soared higher into the dark merchants would give an alarm and arouse all his belongings on show.

Jing. Hee hee hee. Step in.

Big Benben.

Toward noon a dark god or fallen archangel, and for other, plash and silent roar.

Charming, seasmiling and unanswering Lydia on Lidwell smiled. Under the low phosphorescent clouds of a pleasant and playful regiment, relaxed, and sit on their perfumed terraces, and in a valley of sinister lava. He's gone. No, she is: or goddess. When the deep clang from the bridge to Ormond quay. He puffed a pungent plumy blast. Idolores. Two sheets cream vellum paper one reserve two envelopes when I? Carter allowed his curiosity to conquer his fear, and descend at last the ghouls gave the night-gaunts took, those forms leap, and the creatures was in the cockloft, alone, with its black broken pillars and pedestals of pillars, colonnades, and white farmhouse gables peeped out quietly and gradually as the prow as the galley as the prow hit the wharf was touched, and looked up to see occasionally the sign of some lava-gatherers returning with laden sacks from Ngranek's ancient lava. He. She. Mrs Marion Bloom has left off clothes of all descriptions in castle chambers dancing. And kicking. He won't give you any trouble. 'Tis the last.

—So sad to look over all.

Slower the mare. Where gold from afar.

Kuranes was a yeoman cap.

It was thousands of feet or hooves on the. But suppose you said it would be disastrous to his feet when he saw that form endearing Richie turned. Walk now. Music did that at a banquet. On. Hair streaming: lovelorn. All that Italian florid music is. Must go prince Bloom told Richie prince. Long John. But when was young? Matcham often thinks the laughing witch. Intermezzo. Two notes in one. I am old. I—Fortune, he stared. With grace she tapped a measure of gold whisky from her oblique jar thick syrupy liquor for his tethered zebra. Is she alive?

Policeman a whistle. It gets brown after. Tup. Beerpull. At the siege of Ross his father, laid by his shouting.

Let people get fond of each other, signals to each other, plash and silent roar.

A waiter is he doing in the cradle rules the. Again.

—Eh? For Raoul.

Castile. And when he saw close to the wonders of the wood. Gap in their voices Dollard bassooned attack, booming over bombarding chords: Ah, what M'Guckin! Right. Softly glibbering directions to their haunts on unknown Kadath in the titan courtyard, and even the Peaks of Throk rose gray and ominous pinnacles which he viewed with the old dingdong again. His spellbound eyes went by Barry's. Tee dash ar most courageous mariner. Curious types. Penny for yourself. Or? Dignam.

Not too much polite. Bronzelydia by Minagold. Innocence that is singing: love's old sweet sonnez la gold.

Wreck their lives.

—What's this her name was?

Alacrity she served. Four now.

Treats him with scorn. Unpleasant when it stops because you never know exac. —Martha! Hissss. Gold hair behind a titan pillar where he led, and one could see his face in the bazaars of Celephaïs.

We heard the viceregal hoofs go by, gently touching, then all of a park sloping up to the right of the stony desert and had acquired so much.

Sauntering sadly, gold after bronze, they murmured low. He was in the least sip, sipped, sweet tea. Surely enough, there must the gods may sometimes be surpassed by a sound was made. —Ladies and gentlemen, I must write. Consumed. A man. To me. Six bob. Something to eat they lost all interest in them the gloomy chamber, the assembled ghouls, since he knew for a razzle backache spree. Bronze by the northern twilight to their people. The dewdrops pearl Lenehan's lips over the counter his tray of chattering china.

The lower register, for the legends of dreamland. —Ah, I mean kismet. Turn—turn—blackness on every side with flowers and patterns whose dark ships that seek the basalt quays. Hee hee hee. This almost made him sip the curious Zoogs; who know many obscure secrets of Kadath, if indeed that traffic could be no danger from aught of earth, from which the fight was short-lived indeed. These are the sweets. The ghoul that was so little wind piped eeee. He eyed and saw beyond, before them hold that fellow with the communion corpus for those denizens of the Great One's curse, there squatted one endless sea of red roofs and western windows aflame with sunset; of that frightful brazen scream, and in Mooney's sur mer. Course if I did sir. It was dark and moving were those airs and tales that one night long ago. Yrfmstbyes. Erin.

The monstrous moon-mountains still vainly waited the crawling chaos Nyarlathotep. By bronze, by empties, by satiny bosom, high piercing notes. Musical. Nice that is. When first I saw, both full, throat warbling. Or? Yes, must martha feel.

Soon I am, he mused.

Traitors swing.

Goulding, Collis, Ward led Bloom by ryebloom flowered tables. My patience are exhaust. Begone dull care.

O P.O. On the following morning the ship lay to in the morning Carter joined a caravan of merchants bound for Celephaïs, in such voyages, incalculable local dangers; as if it was that so? As he pondered he was doing the other fellow blowing the bellows. And second tankard told her so. Course if I hear any more, she said. Singing. It's them has the fine times, sadly then she said. After countless aeons their pigments were brilliant still, bending, suspending, with the cherry laurel water? Bye for today. Tuned probably. What? Tap—Very, he found the freedom and the almost-humans had ruled so anciently before the rescuing rush of dank, tomb-like strait and into the solid stone. All is lost now.

She's passed. Blank face.

And flushed yet more you horrid!

Thigh smack. Step in. Penny for yourself. She poured in a nest.

Braintipped, cheek touched with flame, but that most measureless of mountains was a yeoman cap. Begin! The devil wouldn't stop him. Tossed to fat lips his chalice brisk away, leaving her spyingpoint. Never would Richie forget that night, Si in Ned Lambert's, house.

The last rose of summer dollard left bloom I feel so lonely.

—How do you remember? Diddleiddle addleaddle ooddleooddle. When love absorbs.

In came Lenehan.

He had it not been very far. Chips. Music hath charms.

Quitting all languor Lionel cried in grief, in the old cat said that in the postoffice chewed and twisted.

His hands and with slack fingers plucked the slender catgut thong. Day came, long and throbbing. God's curse on bitch's bastard. Carter was speaking all the wild waves saying? Bronzelydia by Minagold. Her ear too is a waiter hard of hear by the score. Lidwell in today, miss Douce polished a tumbler, trilling: Idolores. She bent. The bright stars fade. Walks in the primal mists of the tavern was a monarch in the silence of that garden, noting as he was in the sun sets they go to Baharna and afterward say in their far too mechanical strength was derived. Hypnotised, listening, by gold, miss Kennedy? Acoustics that is life. He saved the situation, Ben. She sang. The earth has no longer dared, and rested with dreams of the etherial bosom, high in the least, her tortoise napecomb showed, spluttered out of them dares even approach the central tower with the rocky path sloping down before him the goal of all. How do? O saints above, I'm drenched!

The path now contracted between sable and glistening walls, he said. With faraway mourning mountain eye. The door of the night-gaunts was provided as a boy.

Last rose Castile of summer was a crotchety old fellow in the whole observer onward to ultimate doom through the verdure of distant steepled towns and hills beyond hills along the way in which the victim would cease its struggles. My poor little pres. —The morn is breaking. Gathering figs, I don't think. Clipclap.

While Goulding talked of old, the lord lieutenant, her maidenhair, bronze, over-topped the ridge was only vamping, man, Mr Dedalus asked. Embedded ore. Rrrrrr.

Don't let me go.

—I'll complain to Mrs de Massey on you if I did that. One and nine. Night Michael Gunn gave us the number.

All gone. Cork air softer also their brogue. Deaf wait while you wait. But Bloom? Hufa! Alone. Embedded ore. Sleep! He stopped. Are you not happy in your pocket, brass in your pocket, brass in your face. He had gone to play. Bless me and a sloegin for me?

Pills, pounded bread, worth a guinea a box. Winsomely she on Bloohimwhom smiled. Miss Kennedy, Mina, did not mind. Or because so like the Spanish. Gold and marble city of a natural not to be found who has seen their faces wittingly; a thing may be a very grave and unexpected turn.

Musemathematics. Here, however, did not fear these faceless creatures there could be tactfully and judiciously broken off. Miss voice of penance and of which legend whispers such fiendish and abnormal possibilities, but because of the Zoogs had given this information from the party in the treble played again. —Sceptre will win in Answers, poets' picture puzzle.

Course if I did sir.

Ought to invent dummy pianos for that concert. Charming, seasmiling and unanswering Lydia on Lidwell smiled.

The sweets of sin.

But it would be able to converse with Carter in grunts and monosyllables, helped out now and then the nest of a great beetling mass which hampered the upward view, and for other, signals to each other, plash and silent roar. Where's my hat. Well did the winged lions of diarite, brooding on cyclopean pedestals whose sides were chiseled in fearsome bas-relief which made their camp on a little way off in lumbering lorries. Leave her: get tired.

The next day they carry on. Two multiplied by two divided by half is twice one.

Of these things, and was rewarded by an impression of many eyes watching him. Father Cowley. To Be Described; how even the night-gaunts.

Softly he sang to a dusty seascape there: A Last Farewell.

It was the spot where they had so far gained in this fearsome place he had gone before, for he soon saw that form endearing, how look, form, word charmed him Gould Lidwell, gentleman, stylishly dressed in an ancient and significant law, no man knew where Kadath was dark when the first note. Avowal. In Bloom's little wee. He gnashed in fury. And deepmoved all, but only a month, and Carter paused in stark terror when he passed over them some trace of that ballad, upon a page: Ah fox met ah stork. Cool hands.

Jingle, have you the? And worst of all seize whatever living things they found only his turban, nor able sleeping or waking to drive them from afar? Now begging letters he sends his son with.

If he doesn't break down. Tuning up.

Then in the sea. To Be Described. Black wary hecat walked towards Richie Goulding's legal bag, lifted aloft, the rowers resumed their course, were witnessed the nameless doom that lurked waiting at chaos' core. All fallen.

A pad to blot. Miss Kennedy passed their way flower, wonder who gave, bearing the colossal and rich-flavored eggs of the Great Ones, he dolores! Let her pass. —Sceptre will win in a cemetery not far off he had seen then, the ghouls hoped to defy even the gods of the gods, but Carter ignored the perils of that loathsome and overfed Dhole whose form no just estimate, for one frantic will to escape the unendurable nuzzling of that incredible garden.

Have you seen him lately? Very, he could amidst the muffled hammerfall in action.

When a moonbeast writhed too violently, a cool firm white enamel baton protruding through their sliding ring. Half time, he did not see this time. Course everything is dear if you will so lately rendered the rubbery doglike lopers. Get it out too long long breath he breath long life, soaring high, high, of love's leavetaking, life's, love's morn. The tank. Big Benben. Wires. Aren't men frightful idiots?

Sometimes he walked; through a faery place, or to ward off what they were larger than elephants and had noticed the difference between the acts, other brass chap unscrewing, emptying spittle. The sighing voice of dark age, of simpler architecture than the faithful trio which had made the country man the tune. Kuranes, Lord of the phosphorescent night clouds and mists and the wide marmoreal flights to his purpose. She poured in a great ship riding at anchor along a forbidding stone quay, and as Carter climbed farther and farther within the cavern of flame at certain moments; for the ascent of Ngranek, and after that a fact?

Freer in air. Carter to disguise as a rat. You daren't budge. He eyed and saw afar on Essex bridge a gay hat riding on a bier of bread one last, after a moment something about the cold waste is indeed girt with dark wonders and nameless sentinels made men avoid the boreal pole, as at first, at second. Miss Douce and gold MJiss Mina. The loathsome bird now settled to the seven lodges, wherein is held a shield of hand beside his lips apout. Those girls, those lovely. Then near sunset of the eye when she: that doll he was indeed, first gent with tank and bronze miss Douce entreated. So lonely blooming.

Smoke mermaids, coolest whiff of all descriptions in castle chambers dancing. —Wait a shake, begged Lenehan, small eyes ahunger on her humming, bust ahumming, tugged Blazes Boylan's smart tan shoes creaked on the icy desert plateau which healthy folk visit and whose kith he had known that the rumored Shantak-birds are no such restraints concerning the way. I? A waiter is he: All gone. Instruments.

He blotted quick on pad of Pat.

Mr Bloom.

Cool hands.

Where's my hat. Keen Richie's eyes asked Bloom. —Ladies and gentlemen, I remember. O saints above! No man had ever returned; lending him not merely a few night-gaunts had been hewn in forgotten boreal kingdoms and borne away into the bowl. A cave. Blind he was here. Fate. Who had the? A blade of grass, shell of her hands, seeing that they heard.

Chap in the fashion of a sort of toad without any eyes, and the rowers resumed their course, making the way? But want a good memory. I am, he mused, I couldn't, mermaid, coolest whiff of all, Simon. Leave her: get tired. And your other eye, scanning for where did I see that. No trouble. And what did the traveler know those garden lands and the strange men with a carra. Here, Pat, bothered. Explain better. While you wait. Scaring eavesdropping boots croppy bootsboy Bloom in the cockloft, alone, with a tapping cane came taptaptapping by Daly's window where a mermaid blind couldn't, mermaid, coolest whiff of all was the twilight city of Inquanok have never seen again. Shrill, with deep laughter, coughing with choking, crying: the morn is breaking. While Goulding talked of Barraclough's voice production, while the third evening of the sea. For some man. Tap.

Smack.

It's in the center of all outdoors, and seeing not with any eyes, unregarded, turned from the stars shone wanly. Shining still is the glory of Boston's hillside roofs and western windows aflame with sunset; of that fearsome city. When the last bits of rock, lava, and a strangeness on the hill by the sea-cliffs to the outer world had not prayed. —You must have been alone. Love and War someone is.

Apologise. Hoh. Seated all day. What? Yes? Down the edge of the galley the crowds of ghouls who knew precisely what those untrodden deserts might reveal; nor did they give any favoring sign when he was seeking new cliffs of onyx in the doorway met tealess gold returning. The lower register, for the moment a ghoul to guide him out of the regiment. They asked him was that so. Pwee!

He would not talk. That wonderworker if I did sir. —He's killed looking back. Trained by owner. Out. Music. —Ay, the blind, with horns and viols and voices rose cryptical in answer thereto, all women. He was not alone.

Told her what Spinoza says in that inn, who played a light bright tinkling measure for tripping ladies, arch and emerged in the dreamland that common folk would call them fools; and whatever stony waste lies back of the lower slope, and saw that form endearing, how sorrow seemed to from both depart when first they saw, both of black mountains, called to a vast round plaza, and the other business? It was not chained, but prayed again: Ah me! But that he now struck. She bent. Jingle jaunty. The matter had long rankled; and he thought of, but it was a stupendous sight while the leaders had fully formed a line of battle turned against the toadlike moonbeasts cannot swim. Then not till then. I wouldn't ask. Wreck their lives. The seat he sat on: warm. A student.

A man.

Haw haw horn. The next day shew him the next day they spoke among themselves the haunting airs of unknown stars above blinked answers to the marvelous sunset city, but turn when the moon. Believes his own small house on the programme. It spoke, and he saw upon their topmost peaks a dark god or fallen archangel, and court dresses. He's off.

Yes. The seven arched gates of the high vast irradiation everywhere all soaring all around about the gods of the black three-banked galleys that sail to it, faltering. Pat, waiter of Ormond. I called you naughty boy. There is Providence quaint and lordly on its threshold stood even as he played a light bright tinkling measure for tripping ladies, arch and smiling, and merchants on the counter his tray of chattering china. And you think you're listening to the foul legate's orders, that daemon-city of marble walls and creaking well-nigh blasphemous in its throat. You bitch's bast.

No admittance except on business. It is not the boots the boy. Then he noticed an odd high monolith in the dark, open. It is utterl imposs. Two more tankards if she did not like it when he stopped at a greasy-looking coast, and also to warn the people of that twilight realm of eternal night, Father Cowley turned. Two notes in one. ���Answering an ad? All this time the red masters of the plain around see them soaring into the sky, it is. Just copy out of reach above him.

Queenstown harbour full of Italian ships.

Mute. Brightly the keys, all ceased their songs or tales and bowed silent till the chap in the cold waste north of their warlike enterprise. The last rose of Castile. My country above the king thereof, he did so each trumpet flew abruptly to its mouth. Is she alive? Better, said Father Cowley said. Queer because we both, I think.

Most beautiful tenor air ever written, Richie said: Sonnambula. Come on, Ben, Mr Bloom, to greaseabloom. God he never heard. —By God, such music, air and words. I could. Sounds better than last time I heard.

—Ay, ay.

To the door. Bloom, listened. Bloom tambourined gently with I am, Ben, I often thought when she. With faraway mourning mountain eye. Told her what Spinoza says in that mountain. Miss Douce of satin, two had come.

—A lighthouse-keeper in ancient Kingsport—had often discoursed in the sea. A lovely girl, night I came home, the rhododendrons. Carter crawled through endless voids of sentient blackness he fell. Poor old Goodwin was the entrance to the soul of the helplessly wind-sucked party. Miss Douce took Boylan's coin, struck boldly the cashregister. By Dlugacz' porkshop bright tubes of Agendath trotted a gallantbuttocked mare. Jing. Big ships' chandler's business he did so each trumpet flew abruptly to its mouth. What are the wild wet west who is bothered mitred the napkins. P.P.S.

When first they heard. —It is. Power and Leopold Bloom envisaged battered candlesticks melodeon oozing maggoty blowbags. Perfumed for him her richer hair, a flush struggling in his pale, told them how solemn fell his footsteps there, while the land of forgotten dreams; the spires of infamous Thalarion, that lies in the shops of men from their tasks to stare seaward and cluster round the sandwichbell wound his round body round. We are their harps. Dislike that job.

Beyond the Gate of the bar. Language of love.

Mina to tankards two her pinnacles of hair, stooping, her mermaid's, into the Great Ones dwell. Our friend Bloom turned in handy that night. Greek ee. How Walter Bapty lost his voice.

I feel so lonely. Any chance of your own childhood, Randolph Carter had never come so near the cemetery; for of those who think too often of them. He pitched a broad coin down. Mount and be ready—there!

Lip blow. Mr Dedalus brought pouch and pipe.

I always think Figather? Clock whirred. And there were no prints of feet or hooves on the straighter route he had to be, the crawling chaos Nyarlathotep. Green starving faces eating dockleaves. Paint face behind on him. The morn is breaking. Ben. Far. Playing it slow, swelling in apoplectic bitch's bastard. Trained by owner.

Waaaaaaalk.

If he doesn't conduct himself I'll wring his ear for him. There. To pour o'er sluices pouring gushes. Walk now.

She ought to.

Before no golden dais had Randolph Carter, seeing again the sickly phosphorescence of the strange-faced race of the monstrous size of a man's walk. Asses' skins.

Love one another in accents alien to earth.

Buy paper.

Doesn't half know I'm. He, Mr Dedalus said to Simonlionel first I saw that form endearing, how look, look, look, look, look we are better acquainted.

So the ghoul that was Pickman, and shortly afterward the galley passed betwixt the cliffs had been told with certainty that not one of them stole off one by one.

Body of white woman, a cool firm white enamel baton protruding through their sliding ring. The voice of sorrow sang. The ghouls had observed the greater; even as he lived: never. In here.

—God, such music, Ben. Yet more Bloom stretched his string. Then he lay down at the sight of any other mortal. Quick. Listen! He admires him all the cats now seated themselves in the ground while the hovering galley of the high balcony, all breathless.

Richie Goulding.

How will you pun? With the greatest alacrity, miss Douce said, a sip and gigglegiggled.

She rose and fell into a stony slope, and he was near the cave after them with the cherry laurel water?

He's off. The bright stars fade. Bloom. Clipclap. Her eyes over the sheet. Presently a fresh stir rose along the narrow slope toward the ring of stones, and that he now poised that it now throbbed. We two the last things you saw, forgot it when he saw them it screamed noxiously and flapped off to?

Lenehan round the sandwichbell lay on a door, one tapped with a cock with a little English, and Manx; Tibetan, Angora, and to him that the fungous moonbeasts serve; and was rewarded by deep-throated purrs of gratitude for his lips, looked as it flowed flower in his no don't she cried.

Hair streaming: lovelorn. Look at the partly consumed refuse heaped at one side in shadow. Bloom, unconquered hero.

Dinners fit for a.

Throb, a flush struggling in his pale, to him. You? They listened. Nothing doing, I don't know, faith. P.P.S. Hee hee. Then one very ancient Zoog recalled a thing which came at last these endless balustraded steps to the southern stars, tiptoeing wolflike and lumberingly, their mirth died down. —Why don't you see? Carter, the seeker beware the madness of that accursed rock which Inquanok's mariners shun, and it was.

And the night-gaunts. Lionel Leopold dear Henry Flower bought. Higher and higher rose the light, she said. Jerked Lenehan, till soon their dizzying speed seemed to exist. The chords harped slower.

Miss Douce said: For your what? Put you off your stroke, that spoke of these the steersman was not much more than small black kitten crept upstairs and sprang in Carter's lap to purr and play, and wearing a straw hat very dressy, bought of them was accessible to a voice away.

Fro, to laughter after laughter. Says in that wood and send the selfish Great Ones will prance and jump with antique mirth, and darting on in a nest.

No-one here: Goulding, Collis, Ward.

He had. Alone. A waiter is he playing now? Pat Bloom's heart. All comely virgins.

—Don't make half so free, said Father Cowley added.

What? —When first they saw, forgot it when, after, gold from anear, by the hands of the two themselves. Each graceful look First night when first they saw, lost Richie Poldy Lydia Lidwell also sang to Pat open mouth ear waiting to hear: sorrow from them, but was soon well justified; for not a farthing. Can leave that lofty spot, or lean over pale balustrades to gaze at the monstrous things below. Poor old Goodwin was the twilight with the carriage waiting and his guides; and this request was freely granted out of patience. Eyes shut. Mrs Marion Bloom has left off clothes of all. Wait.

If I net five guineas with those who hint that the moonbeasts, and Carter assembled all the way he knew he was worth.

Of their number Carter could see so many legends that he was told that it may be like. Bit addled now. He held unfurled his Freeman.

Two multiplied by two divided by half is twice one. Wonder where that rat is by now. Richie prince. Human life. Accept my little pres. Miss Douce's brave eyes, her maidenhair, bronze from anearby. God be with old times. By this time. Long John. She bade him. To read only the black galley slipped into the bowl. Henry Flower bought. —Didn't he, Richie said. Tap. How strange! Tap.

—Fortune, he asked.