#i am never more glad to be catholic than when i hear protestants talk about how people treat single women

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What are your thoughts about Catholicism? Very fond of your writings and musings about Christianity. Also, I hope your friend and their family is alright.

Yayyyy, I got an ask! I love talking about Christianity and I am very glad to hear that you like them. I unfortunately have not heard from my friend since Wednesday (which is not weird, so not worried yet). I will either see her this coming Wednesday, or I will at the very least see some people who can inform me so fingers crossed and still praying.

To your question: (this is roughly but poorly organized so sorry)

Firstly, Catholics are Christians. It's sad that this is such spicy thing to say, but it is. Catholics will be alongside Protestants and Orthodoxes at the resurrection should just... chill out everyone. They have not anathematized the gospel or whatever. The gospel is that despite what it looks like, Jesus is King and has come to save humanity by dying for our sins and rising from the dead so that you can be free from the grip of sin and death. No self-respecting catholic would deny that. And so no self-respecting catholic should be called non-christian.

Secondly, I'd like to just start with something i noticed that is kinda funny to me. Whenever I learn about some disagreement in church history between Catholics and some other group, I tend to side with the Catholics for aesthetic reasons and the Others for moral reasons. So like with the Iconoclasm. The Eastern Church was like "Icons are idolatry; let's destroy them!!" And Rome was like "Uhhh... no. Don't destroy the beautiful art work." So on that base issue I agree with Rome: iconoclasm is bad and art is beautiful. But there's also a deeper issue of whether the Pope has the authority or whether the other church has the right to mind their own business and with that I side with the East.

Similarly with the Catholics and Puritans in the 17th Century (which is slowly becoming my new favorite time period for literature reasons). I side with the Catholic cause like, yeah, liturgy is awesome, art is beautiful, theatre and festivals are fun (who cares if they're pagan!!), women are great (that's more of a Catholic poet thing but wtv). But on the Puritan side I'm like, yeah... there is a lot of greed and corruption and stuff in there too so...

That said: both Catholic (Cavelier) and Puritan poets during this time were freaking awesome. Is that relevant?? Idk. It's my post i do what i want lol.

But as you can see, my thoughts are always being conflicted: on one hand, Catholics make great points, on another there are also many bad points.

Thirdly, as is no surprise to anyone here, I (despite growing up and still being a devout protestant) am a lover of Catholic philosophy. Some points i really love include:

High Church: The Beauty. The Tradition. The Liturgy. Read anything any catholic has ever said about the Eucharist. It's just *chefs kiss*

The Deuterocanon. LUTHER!? WHAT THE HECK BRO! Okay so I understand why the deuterocanon is not considered canonical by Protestants. And I agree. It isn't in the Tanakh, it isn't canon. But like... can't we put them in an appendix or something??? I'm 17 years old and have never read Judith or Jesus son of Sirach or Baruch or Enoch or the Maccabees or- you get the point. Catholics have such an advantage in that these books are part of their scriptures. Also, to any protestants: no. Having a different canon doesn't make them heretics. They have a different doctrine than us, but they have the same theology. Same goes for the Orthodox churches.

I agree with the Catholic exegesis that when Jesus said "On this rock I will build my church" he was talking about Peter. Peter was most definitely the leader of the early church and to deny at least that fact is pretty foolish (Paul did a lot of missionary work, and Jacob/James was the leader of the Jerusalem Church, but I would assert that Peter was overall the leader who did a lot to bridge together Pauline and Jacobine Philosophy).

Exorcism. Demonology (I don't like this word but i don't know what else to say) is something not really talked about in Western Protestantism despite the fact that it was very important to Jesus. I don't know if the Catholic Church's official teaching on demons is like mine (I put a lot of emphasis on how demons are the "powers and authorities", as Paul says, energizing oppressive political bodies) but I do know that they put attention into exorcism and as I know a girl whose mom was possessed, I thank them for that. Demons are just not talked about enough over here which leads into the problem C.S. Lewis mentioned: either Christians are obsessed with them, or they don't think about them at all.

Sacramentology. Great. Splendid. Do I agree with them all? No, but that doesn't matter cause they're cool. I love transubstantiation and how Thomas Aquinas used Aristotle's philosophy to explain it. Freaking awesome.

That leads into the next point: Scholasticism. I like Catholicism lack of fear with engaging with philosophy and science to prove/defend the religion, like using Aristotle to explain transubstantiation. They have historically wanted to know everything about everything. I think that's great. I am a big fan of scholasticism.

Saints. No comment. I wrote about this before. I am fully convinced. Also Mary is Mother <3

Catholicism teaches that it is the church's job to make Christianity visible to the world. And as such, no other denomination (or at the very least, few others) has improved the world through hospitals and universities and art and music and literally laying the groundwork for modern science (!!!) like the Catholic Church. Militant haters may accuse you of being anti science. But don't worry. I know the truth. They are also the largest charitable organization in the world both now and historically.

Concupiscence: It is not a sin to desire to sin. Thank you Catholicism for this. Just... thank you. This should not be a controversial statement and yet!

Feast Days: Everyday is a holiday if you're catholic lol

Mary: What do you mean I already mentioned her? I can mention her twice! She's Mary Mother of God! Queen of Heaven! Drink some respect women juice (i.e. communion wine).

Some points I am confused by

Infant Baptism: So... I do believe in infant baptism. I do not believe that baptism washes away original sin. I believe that it's about covenant.

Purgatory: I am... undecided. My thoughts on what exactly happens when you die is always in flux because the bible isn't as clear as you might think (for example, over the summer i stopped believing in heaven. I did believe in the future resurrection of the dead. But i thought in between you were just... dead). At the moment I do believe that the saved go to "be with Christ" after death and the unsaved just die until all are resurrected at the end of the age. As such, my beliefs don't really require a belief in purgatory. After the resurrection all people will be allowed to align with New Jerusalem or to go into The Valley of Hinnom so there's really no point in purgatory then? I view the earth right now as a kind of purgatory I suppose. That said, it can't hurt to pray for those in purgatory so *shrugs* Pray away.

The idea that the church can forgive sins. And I want to be very clear what I mean by this. When I hear "The church can forgive sins" i think, yes. Obviously. Jesus says to forgive others and that those who refuse forgiveness will not be forgiven. Of course the church can forgive sins. I forgive my sister when she sins against me, how is that that different? That said, I've heard protestants mention this "The church can forgive sins" idea as if it was something different from what I've just said which makes me think I don't understand it.

Non Sola Fide. Okay. So.... my thoughts on this are complicated and I personally think Catholics and Protestants have more common ground on this than is thought. It's important that we don't fall into caricatures. I would assert that Catholics do believe in faith alone - at least in the way that a Protestant would define fatih. Faith is not just belief, but is a combination of that with works. If I claim to believe in Jesus but never participate in the church, I don't actually have faith. So I think this is really just semantics between the two. The issue is how you define faith.

Bible vs Church: This is complicated. The bible wasn't written by an assembly but majorilly by individuals who were inspired by God, starting with Moses and the Torah. Then a later assembly of Jews looked at other writings from their history and agreed (by the help of the Spirit and the guidance of the Torah) that these too were divinely inspired. This community that came around these texts then began to debate and discuss which texts were divinely inspired and which weren't. This carried over into the Jesus Movement where followers of Jesus were also debating these same texts, as well as new texts written by the Apostles. One of the criteria for these new texts was how they related to the older texts (i.e. no antisemitism etc). Eventually different assemblies decided on different texts but for the most part are the same. This is all well known but my point here is this: the Modern Bible was assembled the Early Church, which was a community centered around the teachings of Jesus, gathered together by the apostles. These teachings were themselves based off of an earlier group of texts assembled by a group of people who had come across texts written by mostly individuals inspired by the Spirit and the Torah. So did the bible make the church or did the church make the bible? Both. Neither. Both again. It's too complex of a history for such an easy answer. I fall in the "the bible has equal to or greater than authority than the church has."

Mary: So... I believe that Jesus' siblings were younger siblings by Mary and Joseph. If you don't, that's fine, just don't step on my throat for it. I've heard that they could be adopted, which i'd accept, or cousins, which I'd accept. What I will not accept is older siblings by Joseph. This is not possible because of birthright stuff. They would inherit the Davidic throne instead of Jesus basically. That said God loves the youngest born so *shrugs*. I also have problems with the immaculate conception. No. Just... no. There's no point to me. I think it's mental gymnastics. That said, i have problems with Original Sin period so *shrugs*. That said there is this really good article by a Catholic mutual of mine on original sin that i really like and has (possibly) convinced me so check it out. Then the assumption... uh... idk or really care for that matter. Peter was crucified upside down. Paul was beheaded. Mary was assumed. One of these is not like the other but *shrugs* sure. I have no reason to believe it, but i also have no reason not to believe it.

And finally things I don't like:

Authority over Interpreting Scripture. This is one of the things that bars me from conversion. I believe in a great importance of the individual reading and interpretation of scripture. I think the individual should look into Church history and historical traditions, philosophies, and such, but I think the individual should, nonetheless, come to conclusions on their own and wrestle with the scriptures. I'm not saying this doesn't happen in catholicism, but I am saying that I think the way I think of scriptural reading is discouraged. I don't like the idea that if I interpret Ezekiel differently (that he's not talking about Mary's womb as a gate that only Yahweh passes thru) I suddenly can't be Catholic. My interpretation is just different.

So... yeah lol

[legends-of-time]

The Journey of Living at Downton

Chapter 27: March 1922

Masterlist

Tom and Emma have begun planning for their son's christening. Robert has shown his displeasure at the idea of Michael being Catholic. Emma supposes that Robert was able to get his head around the idea of Ivy being Catholic but the idea of being aware that a Catholic ceremony is going on, has bothered him. Emma is irritated by all this Catholic Vs. Protestant. They're both Christians.

Emma watches as Cora beams at her two grandchildren from where she sits in the corner of the Nursery as George rolls on the floor next to his cousin Sybbie who plays with her toys with Ivy. Emma has been cooing down to Michael who babbles at her from where he lies on the bed she sits on. She likes taking these opportunities to be away from all the hustle and bustle of the house and take time with the children as she's still going through her postpartum struggles.

The two women have been talking about the letter Emma had received today from Gwen. She was thrilled to hear from Gwen and even more pleased to hear that Gwen has gotten married though they've kept it quiet because his mother's ill, but she hopes she can introduce him to all of them soon. Gemma had told Emma that Anna had suggested they send Gwen a card with them all signing it. Cora had asked Emma to send her congratulations.

Other than her post-birth struggles and baptism arguments, the only thing that is troubling her at the moment is Edna or Miss Braithwaite. Thankfully Emma hasn't had to interact with the lady's maid as her duties don't require her to be wandering around the house like her job as a housemaid had done.

Emma swallows nervously as she thinks of the next topic she wants to bring up. "Tom and I," Emma begins, drawing Cora's attention, "were wondering if you'd be Michael's godmother."

Cora seems hesitant, but Emma can see she looks touched. "Am I allowed to be?"

"As long as at least one of them is Catholic." Emma reassures her. "Tom has invited his brother. Mary and Edith met him at our wedding."

"The one from Liverpool with the car company that offered Tom a job?" Cora questions.

"That's him." Emma affirms. "We've asked him to be Michael's godfather. His other brother Owen and his sister Ellen were Ivy's godparents."

"So, he'll be coming?"

Emma nods. "Tom thinks he should stay in the Village."

Cora looks appalled. "We can't have that!"

Emma winces, not wanting to addendum her. "He's a bit worried though."

"What do you mean?"

"Do you remember how Violet and Robert lectured Tom about not wearing the proper clothes to dinner when we first returned and not having a morning suit for Mary's wedding?" Emma asks. "He's worried how everyone will be towards Kieran."

Cora frowns and says nothing.

"Don't be angry." Emma says. "Kieran will come, he'll wear a perfectly fine suit and it'll all be all right."

"Have Tom give me the address and I'll write to him personally and say he's more than welcome to stay." Cora tells her.

Emma is still unsure but nods knowing she won't be able to fight her on this.

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After hearing about him and a couple of weeks after giving birth, Emma had, while taking walks into the Village with her husband and children, decided to visit Mr Grigg at Crawley House and has been doing it ever since along with Mrs Hughes without the children and Tom though she often brings the children along as it seems to cheat him up.

Emma waits with Mrs Hughes at the bottom of the stairs when she hears a door open and Dr Clarkson calls, "Goodbye, Mr Grigg."

"Thank you, Doctor." Mr Grigg replies.

Dr Clarkson comes walking down the stairs, where Mrs Hughes and Emma stand waiting for him.

"All he needs to put him right is some paid work." He reassures them. Emma is glad to hear that he has been continuing to improve.

"It's hard for a healthy young man to find a job these days, never mind poor old Mr Grigg." Mrs Hughes reminds him as they all walk to the door.

"I know." Dr Clarkson replies and turns to the maid, who hands him his coat to say a brief thank you before speaking to Emma and Mrs Hughes again. "But Mrs Crawley has things in hand." He puts his coat on. "My guess is that you knew what you were doing, bringing him here."

Mrs Hughes has a slight innocent smile but Emma knows she doesn't mean it.

They are interrupted by Isobel calling from upstairs, "Emma? Mrs Hughes? Won't you come up?"

——

Emma and Mrs Hughes enter Mr Grigg's guest bedroom. The man moves to rise from his chair as they walk in. Isobel stands next to him.

"Oh, don't get up for us." Emma says hurriedly as he lets out a couple of coughs.

Mr Grigg still holds himself up from his chair, hovering. "What news of Charlie?"

"Mr Carson is still very busy," Mrs Hughes lies. Mr Grigg looks disappointed and eases himself back into his chair.

Mrs Hughes continues, "but he sends his best wishes." That's another thing, Mr Carson had made it very clear he wants nothing to do with his old business partner and friend.

Mr Grigg looks at her false smile doubtfully. "Does he? How did he phrase that exactly?"

Mrs Hughes splutters. "Well, he... he said to tell you–"

"He didn't say nothing, did he?"

"That's the thing with Mr Carson." Emma says pityingly. "He doesn't remember the days you spent together with any great nostalgia."

"He thinks it were all my fault... but it weren't." Mr Grigg says despondently.

"Meaning what?" Mrs Hughes questions.

"Never mind." He dismisses. "But it weren't my fault."

There's something very tragic going on, but neither of the women know what he's talking about.

——

Emma is surprised to hear that Violet and Isobel have been invited to dinner so suddenly as usually these things are planned in advance.

She sits on the settee next to Rose and Edith in the Drawing room. Mary stands in front of them holding what apparently is a letter from Matthew. Isobel stands in front of her daughter-in-law with Robert lingering behind her. Violet sits on one of the chairs next to them while Cora, Tom and Billy stand behind Mary.

"I don't understand. Did Matthew leave instructions after all?" Isobel questions. Emma glances between them hopefully.

"He left a letter." Robert corrects.

"He wrote it before we went to Scotland." Mary explains.

Isobel looks shocked and takes a seat in the chair next to her. "Well, where has it been?"

"Concealed in a book. They only dropped it off today." Robert informs them. Cora takes a seat in another chair and looks expectingly at her eldest daughter like the rest of them are.

Mary looks shaken and frightened and hands the letter to Robert. "Papa, you read it." She takes a seat next to Emma causing the three on the settee to shuffle up a bit.

Robert begins reading from the letter, "'My darling Mary, we are off to Duneagle in the morning and I have suddenly realised that I've never made a will or anything like one, which seems pretty feeble for a lawyer, and you being pregnant makes it even more irresponsible.'"

Violet nods sagely. "Hm, I'm afraid I have to agree with that." Emma's lips quirk slightly at her comment. She watches how Isobel is listening eagerly to Robert's every word.

"'I'll do it properly when I get back and tear this up before you ever see it, but I'll feel easier that I've recorded on paper that I wish you to be my sole heiress.'"

"What?" Edith murmurs in surprise. Emma has to agree with her. She wasn't expecting this or maybe she should have considering this is Matthew.

"'I cannot know if our baby is a boy or a girl. But I do know it will be a baby, if anything happens to me before I've drawn up a will, and so you must take charge.'" The whole family is listening intently, all of them very moved. "And now I shall sign this and get off home for dinner with you.'" Mary starts to cry and Emma herself has to press her lips together to stop the tears. "'What a lovely, lovely thought. Matthew.'" Emma and Violet both reach out a hand to comfort Mary.

"Now you see why I didn't want to read it." Mary sobs.

"But surely it must be legal, or do there have to be witnesses?" Isobel asks earnestly.

"But it was witnessed, by two of his clients, which is why no one in the office knew it existed." Mary tells them.

Which begs the question of how Matthew compelled two random clients to sit there and watch him write this private letter, instead of letting them go home and using his clerks as witnesses instead. And it also begs the question that if Matthew had the time to write these lines and two witnesses at hand, why did he not write a proper last will and testament straight away?

"Then it's settled." Tom declares.

"Nothing is settled." Robert corrects. "This is why I wanted Murray to check it first. Whatever Matthew's intentions, it is not a will."

Emma is disappointed at his words.

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The family is at dinner. Emma sits between Rose and Edith. Mr Carson serves the wine while Alfred and Jimmy wait at the table, offering trays of food.

"I don't exactly know why, but I feel very happy that Matthew's been allowed a last word." Cora announces from between Isobel and Mary.

"I agree, more than I can say." Isobel says warmly.

"I knew he'd have a sensible plan." Edith comments.

"Yes, he wasn't the sort not to have things sorted." Emma adds.

Emma sees on Edith's right, Robert grumbling to his mother and the woman admonishing him back. She grits her teeth in annoyance at the man. The christening, now this.

"I'm sure Tom hopes you intend to get stuck in." Billy says to Mary from between Violet and Tom. Emma turns to take her food from the tray offered by Jimmy.

"I want the right to an opinion. I shall be content with that." Mary says modestly.

"You already have a right to an opinion." Robert reassures her, not looking as he takes food from the tray Alfred offers. Emma narrows her eyes at him.

"Do I? Good."

"Most certainly you do." Her father says cheerfully. "In fact, there's a question of using empty farmyards as new sources of revenue. I'd like to know what you feel about that."

Mary's expression drops. Everyone at the table is watching. "Well, I'd have to think about it—"

Robert rattles on, talking over her, "Crop rotation? Livestock versus cereals? Or indeed the whole matter of the tax. There are lots of things I would like your opinion on."

Mary, admiringly, stands her ground though looks a bit shaken. "I assume you're trying to make some sort of point?" She pointedly asks her father. Emma purses her lips in irritation as Alfred brings his tray next to her for her to grab her food.

"He's trying to show that a woman's place is in the home." Cora answers next to her, giving her husband a sharp look.

"But she knows a lot about Matthew's plans." Tom interrupts. "That has value for me." Emma smiles warmly at her husband's declaration. "Mrs Crawley, what do you think?"

"I'm afraid I'm on Mary's side, Robert, if sides there must be." Isobel replies.

"There are no sides, not at all." Robert corrects her. Emma thinks he almost looks like a petulant child not getting his way. He turns to Mary. "I'm pleased if you're pleased. I'm just saying you have some work to do. That is, if the letter turns out to be valid."

"Which you very much hope it is not." Violet remarks. Robert looks very caught out.

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Mrs Hughes, Emma and Isobel stand facing each other in Mrs Hughes' Sitting room. It seems Isobel had been working on finding more work for Mr Grigg.

"You wrote to the Opera House in Belfast? That was enterprising." Mrs Hughes compliments.

"I wrote to a great many theatres." Isobel explains. "But the manager at the Opera House wrote back. It seems they're in need of a stage door keeper. They'd chosen one but he dropped out. He asks Mr Grigg to consider it."

"Well, that's good to hear." Emma says.

"It is."

Mrs Hughes hesitates for a moment before speaking, "I heard about Mr Matthew's letter. I hope it wasn't too upsetting."

Isobel is tearful as she speaks, "As a matter of fact, it was a relief. I felt so happy that he'd finally been heard. But judging by tonight's dinner, it may prove a heavy mantle for Lady Mary."

Emma huffs. "The only thing that'll make it difficult is her father's attitude."

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Emma is changing for bed, pottering around the bedroom while her husband sits under the sheets reading, already dressed for bed. He's gone to bed earlier while Emma had been in the Nursery feeding Michael, who had woken up and was hungry. They are discussing what happened at dinner.

"We need to show Mary we are all on her side." Emma says as she takes off her jewellery. Nothing as elaborate as the upper case would wear but more middle class earning jewellery. "I don't want her father knocking her confidence."

"He likes Downton being under his control again." Tom points out, not looking up from his book.

Emma rolls her eyes and huffs as she slips on her pyjamas, a top and bottoms that are similar to Rose's as the young girl has encouraged Emma to get a couple of sets, after having slipped off her clothes. "I know. But surely, he must realise that he can't do it on his own otherwise he'll go back to his stupid ways."

"Mary won't allow it." Tom reassures her. He puts the book on the side table, probably realising his wife wants to speak with him and won't be ignored. "She's a stubborn one."

Emma crawls into bed next to him and slumps against his side as Tom automatically wraps an arm around her. "All the Crawley sisters are or were..." She becomes sad and tearful at the thought of the Crawley sister that's no longer with them. Tom squeezes her closer to him to comfort her.

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Edith has once again gone to London. Plans seem to be going ahead. Edith has told Emma about Gregson's plan to become a German citizen. Emma is anxious about how this will all end though she had suggested to Edith that she should invite Gregson to the house party at Downton that's being hosted next month.

Anna hands Emma the card that will be sent to Gwen to sign, which Emma happily does. It's funny thinking back to the old days of her, Anna, Gwen and Gemma being a proper little group.

Anna herself has been pulled into chaperoning Rose to a thé Dansant in York. It seems more of a working class thing but Emma knows Anna will keep Rose in line if anything happens.

Emma knows they need to make sure that Mary learns more about the estate if she's going to own half of it (as Emma hopes) or at least have a say so she goes to Violet as she knows the woman will help her in the quest. Emma sends a message to the Dower house and the woman responds and they come up with a plan to get Tom to help Mary learn.

Emma and Mary get invited over to the Dower House and so as Tom though he is delayed due to work. Violet sits in her chair while Emma and Mary sit on the settee next to her. The three women are in the middle of a conversation when the door opens to admit Mr Spratt, the butler.

"Mr Branson, Your Ladyship." Emma sees her husband hurriedly dart into the Drawing room they sit in looking a bit flustered and out of breath in his rustic land agent's suit and boots. Mr Spratt closes the door and leaves.

"Sorry if I'm late. I had to call on old Fairclough at Roundhills." Tom apologises.

"You're not at all late." Violet says kindly. She waves him to a chair opposite her, on the other side of the settee and she turns Mary as he sits. "Now I asked Branson to come here because I have an idea."

Mary closes her eyes in annoyance briefly while Emma purses her lips in irritation. "Granny, you must call him Tom." The former tells her grandmother.

Violet is honestly surprised. "I thought I could call him Branson again, now that he's the agent."

"Well, you can't!" Mary admonishes her. Emma's irritation turns to amusement as she watches the duo.

"I don't mind." Tom quickly interrupts with a level of awkwardness.

Violet chuckles. "No. I see I'm beaten. But oh, how I sympathise with King Canute." Emma and Tom share amused grins.

"Now what is this idea?" Mary asks bringing them back to why they're here.

"Your grandmother and I was thinking how now that either you or your baby son own half of Downton, you should have a say in running it." Emma explains.

"It's just what you need." Violet adds.

"But didn't last night's dinner disabuse you of that scheme?" Mary wonders dejectedly. Her father's tirade had clearly gotten to her.

"Well, that's the point." Violet says. "We want er..."

"Tom."

"...Tom to be your instructor."

"What?" Tom blurts out in pleasant surprise. He looks to Emma who gives him a look that says "well, who else are we going to ask?" and he seems quite touched.

"Well, take Mary, you know, on your rounds. Let her learn the farmers' difficulties." Violet explains. "Hmm... Explain the... crops and the live-, the livestock." She has no idea what exactly is involved but at least she knows that it will matter to them. "You know, let her see the problems facing the estate." Tom looks quite willing. Mary looks sceptical.

"And are we to do all this without telling Papa? Isn't that rather underhand?" Mary questions. Despite her words, Emma sees a slight smile creeping up on Mary's face.

"There can be too much truth in any relationship." Violet says sagely.

Mary and Tom exchange a look. Tom is still grinning. It's settled. Later on in the day, Emma sees Mary and Tom off in the car.

——

Tom is pleased when he and Mary return from looking at the estate making Emma hopeful. Edith is late getting back from London so Gemma simply goes to see if Emma has everything she needs but really it's time for the two of them to have a gossip.

"Edna and Thomas?" Emma repeats in alarm. Gemma has just told her that the duo have been whispering and hanging out with one another (she hadn't used the word 'hanging out' but that's basically what was said).

"Mr Barrow and Miss Braithwaite." Gemma corrects.

Emma rolls her eyes. "I can call Miss Braithwaite what I want and Thomas doesn't care what I call him."

"He would let you." Gemma grins and Emma does a smug look back, knowing Gemma knows she's joking. "Though I'm concerned what either of them are getting out of it. You know Mr Barrow's scheming ways and how Miss Braithwaite was last time."

"I know." Emma frowns. "Perhaps it won't last. You saw how Miss O'Brien and Thomas got."

"True."

God Thomas. What are you up to?

——

Cora, Robert, Mary, Violet, Tom, Emma and Billy wait for Edith to arrive as they sit in the Drawing room before dinner. Robert leans on the fireplace with Isis lounging on the floor behind him as he talks to his wife who sits in a chair next to him. Emma sits on the settee talking to Tom and Billy who stand next to her. Mary sits at the other end of the settee talking to her grandmother who sits in a chair next to her.

The door opens and finally, Edith hurries into the room. Emma is 'horrified' to see she hasn't dressed for dinner. Heaven above.

"Ah, here she is." Emma remarks as she hurries in.

"Ah, darling." Cora utters.

Violet and Edith exchange a kiss in greeting.

"Are you only just back?" Robert asks his daughter.

"We sat forever outside Peterborough. We never found out why." Edith kisses Robert, too. "Shall I change?" She asks as she walks over to kiss her mother in greeting too.

"No, don't bother. It's only us." Cora reassures her.

"And who are we to warrant any courtesy?" Violet comments sarcastically to Mary and Emma.

"Don't be difficult, Granny." Mary warns her with a smile. Edith sits in the chair next to her grandmother.

"Where's Rose? Have we lost her?" Robert asks. He almost sounds like he wishes the answer was yes. The door opens and Rose comes in.

"I'm so sorry I'm late." She apologises.

"Never mind, never mind."

She takes a seat with Mary and Emma. Robert remains standing by the fireplace. He's clearly about to make an important announcement.

"Now I've got you all here, and before Carson comes in, I have something to say. I had a letter today from Murray..." He begins.

Mr Carson walks in and clears his throat. Apparently, dinner is getting cold. Robert holds out a hand to stop him.

"Wait just a moment while I finish." He speaks.

"Shall I leave, My Lord?" Mr Carson asks.

"No. You might as well hear this." Mr Carson closes the door behind him and stands dutifully next to it. "Murray has taken Matthew's letter to various authorities and their conclusion is that it demonstrates testamentary intention."

"What's that?" Emma asks.

"It means that the writer intended the document to serve as a will." Robert replies. Emma stares at him in disbelief. Has it really happened?

"So, the bequest stands?" Violet questions. Emma can't blame her for checking to be sure.

"Yes. Mary owns half the estate." Violet sighs in relief and pats Mary's arm.

"That sounds like a very good result." Tom remarks.

"And now we should go in to dinner before Mrs Patmore blows a gasket." Robert reminds them. Emma internally snorts when she thinks of the times Mrs Patmore has done so.

They all get up. Mr Carson opens the door for them. Cora squeezes Robert's hand as she walks past him, acknowledging the brave face he's putting on this. Tom, Robert and Mary linger but not for too long before joining them.

——

Mrs Crawley and Mr Griggs, the latter in respectable clothes and carrying a suitcase, ascend the stairs from the underpass to the platform at the Railway Station with Emma, Mrs Hughes and Dr Clarkson following. They look along the platform, but apart from the station guard, there is no one else there. Emma sighs in disappointment at the fact that Mr Carson hasn't turned up after all. The train pulls into the station and halts. It is then that through the steam, Mr Carson comes walking towards them and tips his hat to the ladies.

"Good morning, Carson." Isobel greets, looking as if she's trying to contain her excitement.

"I hope I'm not in the way." Mr Carson says, seemingly trying to keep his usual proper demeanour.

"Not a bit." Emma quickly replies. "You remember Mr Grigg." She doesn't ask it as a question as that would be silly.

Mr Grigg walks towards Mr Carson. "Hello, Charlie. Good of you to come."

The two men turn and walk along the platform together, leaving the other four behind.

"I'm delighted but I'm not surprised." Isobel declares as they watch the two up ahead walk and talk.

"Aren't you? Because I'm astonished." Mrs Hughes mutters.

They begin walking slowly behind the men to give them privacy. Soon the station master calls, "All aboard!"

"I am sorry to interrupt," Isobel says having caught up with them with Dr Clarkson, Mrs Hughes and Emma lingering behind her, "but I think you must get aboard."

Mr Grigg opens the door of a third class carriage, then turns to shake her hand. "I can't tell you how grateful I am, Mrs Crawley."

"Very good luck."

"Thank you." He makes a move to get in, then turns back to Mr Carson. "I doubt we'll meet again, but can we shake on it? We've known some ups and downs together, it's true, but if this is goodbye... let's part as friends, eh?"

Mr Carson removing his glove and shaking his hand, says, "All right. I wish you well."

"Likewise, Charlie." He gets in and closes the door. Mr Carson locks it after him, and the train starts moving out of the station.

The butler turns to the woman standing next to him. "Mrs Crawley, I should be grateful if you would let me know any expense you have been put to on Mr Griggs' behalf during his stay with you."

"Oh, no. That's completely unnecessary—" Isobel insists.

"I should be grateful." Mr Carson cuts her off pointedly. Emma can see how much this means to him.

"Very well, Carson, I shall do that." So does Isobel it seems.

He tips his hat to her as the train rounds the corner and disappears from view. "Good day to you."

He walks away, past Isobel and also past Emma, Mrs Hughes and Dr Clarkson. Mrs Hughes hurries after him.

——

One week later.

"Why are you so nervous?" Emma asks as she sits in the armchair of their room nursing Michael and watching her husband fidgeting as he paces from one end of the room to the other. Ivy plays with some toys on the floor. "It's only Kieran. You're acting as if the King and Queen are coming for the christening."

"Maybe we shouldn't have invited him here." Tom blurts out.

Emma rolls her eyes. "Tom, don't be stupid!"

Tom walks over to the bed, sits down and puts his head in his hands. "I mean, maybe we should have arranged for the christening in Liverpool, near where Kieran lives. That way we'd have been out of sight and out of mind as we would have been in Dublin, and Lord Grantham would have less reason to complain or drop hints here and there that we're not doing right by Michael and Ivy."

"His thinking regarding a Catholic upbringing is backward – that's obvious." Emma admits with a sigh. "But I can see that he genuinely cares about Ivy and Michael, almost as if they're his grandchildren along with Sybbie and George. We can embrace that and ignore the rest."

Tom huffs a laugh; he looks up at her with a slight smile. "Never would have imagined the Earl of Grantham caring about my children."

"Stranger things have happened."

"I'd beg to differ." Tom remarks.

"Will you come over here please?" Emma asks Tom quietly.

Tom kneels in front of the armchair and watches Michael nurse. He seems to relax as he watches his son.

Emma runs her fingers through his hair. "Everything is going to be all right. Kieran gets on well with everyone."

Tom rolls his eyes. "He gets along well with people he likes, and you know well he's not inclined to like anyone in this house, certainly not above stairs."

"Maybe Robert will win him over with his range of alcohol." Emma half jokes with a grin.

Tom snorts. "Lord Grantham and my brother getting along. That'll be a sight."

As if on cue, there is a knock on the door. Ivy perks up in interest and wobbly pulls herself up causing Tom to stand quickly and hold her hand. Emma takes a nursing cloth and drapes it over herself and Michael. Seeing that Emma is ready, Tom opens the door, with a toddling Ivy, to see Alfred on the other side.

"Hello, Sir, I apologise for the intrusion, but Mr. Branson is here." He speaks.

Tom's eyes go wide. "Already! He said he was coming on the evening train."

Emma laughs. "Thank you, Alfred. We'll be down to the Hall in a moment."

Alfred shifts on his feet, looking uncomfortable. "Actually, he's in the downstairs. I told him he could come up, when he came in through the servants' door, but he refused. Not that he's been rude or anything. In fact, he's giving everyone a bit of a laugh."

"That's Kieran." Emma says, unable to stop herself from smiling, imagining the scene he might be making downstairs and the redness of Mr Carson's complexion in the face of it.

Tom, on the other hand, drops his head back in exasperation, making both Alfred and Emma laugh. "Dear God, why does he like making things difficult." With a sigh, he turns to Emma, "Take your time finishing with Michael. I'll go get him sorted out."

——

Emma leaves Ivy and Michael with the Nanny and is reaching the servant entrance when Tom, Mary and Kieran appear at the top of the stairs. Mary must've gone with Tom as a backup.

"Kieran! It's so lovely to see you again! And with so much for us all to celebrate." Emma greets him with a grin.

Kieran leans down to kiss Emma and offers a genuine smile. "Well, I don't know about myself but you certainly do. How are the two little rascals?"

"Looking forward to meeting their uncle." Emma says warmly.

After stepping away from Kieran's embrace, she notices the continued tension in Tom's shoulders and Mary's tight lipped smile.

Emma knows that dwelling on what had obviously been an awkward scene downstairs would just make things worse so she takes Kieran by the arm.

"There'll be time for a tour later, though I doubt there's much of interest to you here in the gloomy old house, so how about we go meet Ivy and Michael?"

——

The conversation is awkward with Kieran. Emma honestly thought they would have found this sort of thing easier with her, Tom and Billy but Kieran is a different breed.

"So!" Mary interjects from her father's left, eager to move the subject to safer waters than what Kieran does for a living and the environment of Liverpool, which caused Robert to make comments about how Tom was going to drag his family to such a place. "Who's coming to the christening?"

"All of us, I expect," Cora says quickly, hoping, like Mary, to squelch further awkwardness.

"Oh, yes." Violet agrees. "If Emma and Branson- Tom want me to."

Tom smiles. "We would be honoured."

"Robert, are you coming?" Billy asks, gingerly from next to his mother-in-law.

Robert sighs. "I don't know that Tom and Emma want me there."

"How can you say that, Robert?" Emma replies from the other end.

"And anyway," Robert continues, "I wouldn't know what to do. All that crossing and bobbing up and down. I went to a mass once in Rome. It was more like a gymnastic display."

Kieran laughs but soon realises no one else is. Tom scratches his forehead, likely amused at his brother's antics.

"I'm sure even born and bred Catholics are guilty of find it all rather tiresome." Emma argues. "But you should come."

"Why? What difference would it make?" Robert asks carelessly.

"I want you there." Emma says. "Michael's going to be brought up in your house for the foreseeable future and will be close with your grandchildren and will likely love you like a grandfather and will want you there as well."

"Will you argue with that?" Cora asks with a smirk.

"If you think it's so important." Robert sniffs as if he isn't touched but Emma can see he is as he looks at her.

She smiles. "I do."

——

On Sunday, Mr Michael Kieran Branson is baptised into the Catholic faith at St. Wilfred's Catholic Church in Ripon.

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A/N: Please leave comments on how you're enjoying this story and what you think.

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The Chaos Before the Storm

@teresalisbon asked for “a RWRB AU where they didn't have that first kiss but they're still friends and what leaks this time is like a private convo between Henry and pez where he manages to both insult and say he's in love with alex and... it goes from there”, and I hope this is everything you wanted! 

If you’re not sold by that, my working title for this was “Alex’s Bi Awakening: Speed-Run Edition”

Just a quick heads up that there is homophobia from Henry’s gran in here, and a reference to using alcohol to cope with that. Stay safe y’all.

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There are some moments in history that people say they'll never forget. They'll know exactly where they were when they heard the news, know exactly what they were doing and remember it for the rest of their lives. Alex has always been a bit skeptical of that; high school psych taught them about the formation of memories and how easily they can change, and they looked at studies of people confidently claiming two different stories about where they were on 9/11. But he knows that, for the rest of his existence on planet earth, he will remember this day shot by shot, exactly as it happens.

He's on a couch with Nora and June, watching old episodes of Parks and Rec and trying to relax for once when Zahra slams open the door.

"Alexander Gabriel, what did you do?" There's a laptop in her hand, and she slams it on the coffee table in front of them moments after Alex snatches his coffee. June barely has time to pause the TV before Henry's voice is coming out of the laptop speakers, and Alex feels a familiar warmth spread through him before the dread kicks in. This isn't Press Henry, this is a private version of Henry. It's a Henry that should never, ever, be playing from a major news website, but Zahra is playing it from the Mail's homepage nonetheless.

"He just drives me up the fucking wall. I mean, he’s so impulsive all the time; he doesn’t even stop to consider that maybe not all of us can just flaunt everything we are to the world. Maybe, just maybe, some of us have families who won’t support us, and if he could understand that... he’s just so bloody thick, and I hate it so much sometimes. Beside that, he just... he doesn’t listen, or pick up on things; he’s so... you know how Mark Hamill didn't know that Carrie Fisher and Harrison Ford were sleeping together when they were filming A New Hope, so he'd just show up for breakfast to hang out? He's like that. He's so confident and sure of himself, but he misses so many things, and I'm trying so hard, but he... I just don’t understand how he can be so... so much, and so himself all the time, especially when everyone’s watching him. I mean, you can do it, but you... you’re only in the public eye because of me.”

“Careful, Babes. I’m more than just your arm candy and attention sponge.” It's Pez's voice, and that makes it worse somehow. Henry is talking to one of the two people who have always been on his side, and it's available for anyone on the planet to listen to.

“You’re also not the son of the president of a global powerhouse.”

“If he makes you so upset, you could just stop seeing him.”

“This is a ‘mope about being in love with an idiot’ session; I don’t actually want you to tell me things. I can’t stop seeing him and we both know it. I’m... I fell too hard, Pez. It was that blasted day in Rio; I was just trying to get through and then he waltzes in, all sunlight and warmth, and he never stopped being that way. Never even gave me a chance to save myself. He’s just all this love and coziness and sunlight, and I’m just a bloody Icarus, I can’t... I’m going to burn myself up just to be near him.“

“Okay, Mister, I think that’s enough of this.” There’s a rustling sound, and a few feeble protests from Henry before he lapses back into singing Alex’s praises.

"He's just... his hair is so nice, and he doesn't care, and he's... he's not scared. I'm so scared all the time, but he's not. He's tough and brave."

"So are you, Hen." There are more sounds of movement, and the voices start moving away. Pez must have gotten Henry up.

"Not as brave as him. He's... he's just himself in front of everyone."

Zahra closes the laptop, turning to Alex. "It cuts off there. This leaked from Buckingham ten minutes ago; we're not sure how or why it happened. But so help me, if you are seeing the prince of Wales, we need to know yesterday."

"I'm... If I'm what? If I'm... no. No, Henry and I are... we're friends. I'm straight. And maybe sometimes I think about how his hair looks really soft and his lips look nice and he looks good in a suit but that’s, like, objective stuff. And one time he spoke French and I couldn't get my brain to work for like two minutes, but that's just because it's impressive when someone knows multiple languages. And yeah, maybe I haven’t been interested in dating since we started hanging out, but we’ve been busy. And maybe he’s the first person I’ve met in years that I can’t imagine a life without, and sometimes I think about how much I miss him when I can't sleep because one time we shared a hotel bed because we were drunk and it was really, really nice, but that’s just like... friend stuff. I mean, yeah, maybe last time we were at the lake house he had his shirt off and I thought about it for like two weeks after, but — oh my god, am I bi?”

Nora’s buried her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking with laughter. Near the door, Amy’s face sinks into her hand, and June heaves a long-suffering sigh.

“Jesus Christ, Alex. You used to sneak into my room to leave greasy little fingerprints all over a picture of him; how are you so smart and yet still this stupid?”

"But I... if I was... shit, I'm... I'm not seeing him, but maybe I want to? Fuck, Z, how is he?"

“Buckingham’s shut down; they’re not talking to anyone. We’re calling every five minutes, but it’s radio silence.”

“I’ll— can I text him? That should be okay, right?”

“You can try. This... we were planning to issue a statement saying the two of you are just good friends, but maybe you should talk to him first. I’ll... your mom doesn't know yet; she's in a secure meeting, but I'm sure we’ll back your play, Alex.”

“I need... I need to talk to Henry.” Henry who he’s been drawn to for years. Henry who’s seen all his weird gross parts and apparently loves him anyway. Henry who just got outed on a major level. Alex isn’t mentioned by name on the recording; lots of important people were in Rio that day. They could claim it’s not about him, and that could be it, but Henry’s stuck. It is undeniably him, and it is undeniably gay.

So Alex texts him. And when he doesn’t answer, he calls. And when that doesn’t go through, he calls again, then calls Bea. And, god bless her, she answers the phone.

“How is he?”

“Alex, I need—“

“Is Henry okay? I need to talk to him.”

“You and the rest of the bloody world.”

“How is he? Is he... what happened?”

“We think a big came in on a bottle of brandy. Gran is furious; we’re not meant to be speaking to anyone outside until he's... until she’s sent him on a date. She’s trying to get one lined up now. I'm... I'm trying to get one of my friends to go, so at least he'll know the girl, but...”

“How is he?”

“He... he’s not good, Alex. He’s... it’s not been good here. Pez was by but they wouldn’t let him in, but they let bloody Phillip come down. Mum stopped by, but she hasn’t been good for much of anything since Dad died. It... I’m just trying to keep him from getting absolutely sloshed or panicking too much. It's... it's mostly crisis management, if I’m honest.”

“Can I talk to him?”

Bea sighs, then says, “Let me ask him. He’s... I think he’s scared to talk to you, Love.”

“I... I understand. I’m not mad, or... or anything. We just... we need to talk. I... I’ll come there. It’ll take ages, but if it’ll help, I... I’ll come to y’all and talk to him face to face.” Alex looks around to see if anyone is going to tell him that won’t work, but he’s alone except for June, stretched out on the couch and trying not to listen. He's not sure when Zahra and the others left, but he's suddenly glad.

“I’ll... I’ll ask him. Give me a moment.”

There’s a bit of white noise, then Alex can hear Bea quietly asking Henry something. He can’t hear the response, but what he can hear of Henry’s voice breaks his heart. It’s shaky, but beyond that it just sounds flat, defeated. All the life, all the beautiful honest bits that make it Henry’s voice, have gone out of it. Alex can picture him, huddled in a couch corner in one of Buckingham’s impersonal rooms full of dead people’s furniture, and it’s awful. Bea says something else, then she’s back, quietly.

“Now’s... he’s not quite up to it. I’m sorry; it’s... it’s been a long few hours, and he...”

“I get it. I know. Just... I hope he’s okay. Tell him that? That I... I’m on his side, and whatever Catholic is left in me is praying to any saint who might be willing to help us out? And when... when he does feel up to it, if he could call me, I... I’d like that. Thank you, Bea.”

“Of course. I... we’ll be thinking about you, too. And whatever Gran says, I’m not going to let them cut you and Pez out of things. You’re just as much a part of this as anyone.”

“Thank you. I'm... I'm glad he has you to love him and fight for him. You’re a gift, Bea, you really are.”

“So are you, you know. I... if he had to give this much of himself to anyone, I’m glad it was you.”

Alex manages a thank you and a goodbye past the sudden lump in his throat, then hangs up and turns to June.

“Uh, Bug? If... if I fly to England right now to try to sort this out, that’s stupid, right?”

“Supremely. I’ll ask if Amy or Cash are free to go with you, and I’ll see if Zahra can get you a hotel in case they won’t let you into Buckingham. Pack for at least three days, and bring your navy suit, the one you wore when Mom got elected. Pack those X-Wing cufflinks if you feel like they’re lucky, silver tie clip, dark gray tie and shoes in case you're meeting the queen. You’ll want a book for the flight, and I’ll get some snacks from the kitchen, then I’ll... I’ll hold down the fort here. Nora and Mom and I will figure out something to say to distract the press from this for as long as we can. We’ll start fostering a litter of kittens or something; the press loves a cute photo op, and we should raise awareness for shelter pets anyway.”

“You’re the best, Bug, I mean it.”

“Oh, and uh, Nora and I... we got you something. I’ll bring it with the snacks.”

She shoos him into his room to pack, and she's back a few minutes later with a bag of snacks and a little pin. It's a lapel pin with two flags, and for a second, Alex assumes it's got the British and American flags, a final component to his just-in-case-you-meet-the-queen look. But then he looks closely, and it’s an American flag and a bi pride flag. He's surprised to realize he's a little choked up.

“Nora's already started trying to find out where the leak came from, but, uh, we love you a lot, and we wanted you to know that as soon as you wanted to tell us.”

“How long have y’all known?”

“Honestly? I knew something was up when I found those fingerprints on Henry’s picture in that magazine. I... I left my door open and didn't throw it out or move it so you could keep going back and tell me whenever you were ready. Nora knew pretty early too; definitely before you and Liam got together. We got this once you and Nora broke up though. And... and a few more. We got like three different flags so we’d be ready no matter what.”

“Before me and Liam... fuck, did I date Liam? Was that a relationship?”

“Alex, I love you so much and I genuinely think you’re brilliant, but sometimes I wonder if your brain is in your head.”

“But we... shit. Shit; I should call him.”

“And do what, Alex? What in the world would calling him do?”

“I don’t know; I could apologize? Catch up?”

“You’re about to fly across an ocean to get yourself a royal boyfriend. Calling your accidental high school ex to 'catch up' can wait.”

“You’re right. Did... did Mom and Z say I can go?”

“They did. I think Z’s going with you, and so’s Cash. They’re prepping a plane now.”

“Thanks, Bug. You... you’re the best.”

“You have everything you need?”

“I think so? Pajamas, clothes, that suit you said, shoes, chargers and adapters...”

“You bring a book?”

“A couple. And hot Cheetos, because Pez likes those but they don’t have them. And a chocolate orange for Henry, because he likes those, and those weird new Oreos, because tradition. It’s good luck to bring them weird Oreos, and they’re always curious about the weird new flavor, even if half of them are shit.”

“It’s going to be fine. We love you, okay? No matter what happens, we love you.”

“I know. I’m not worried about me, I’m... it’s him I’m worried about. His grandma’s already setting up a fake date for him, and he’s all alone in that big palace full of dead people’s shit. And he... it’s just him and Bea against everyone, and I’m scared. I know I've got you and mom and everyone here on my side, but he's... I just... even if it all goes to shit for us, I want him to be okay.”

“And here I thought he was the Prince Charming of the relationship. Go get him, Alex. We’re rooting for you.” She hugs him, and he hugs her back. She beams at him as she pulls away. "This is so Austen; he’ll love it. Very ‘Tilney-going-after-Catherine’ at the end of Northanger. Send Bea and Pez my love, alright? And tell Henry we're all rooting for him here.”

“Of course.”

She’s got another hug for him, then they’re downstairs, and he’s hugging his mom and Nora and climbing in a car with Zahra and Cash. He calls Bea again from the air, and it sounds like Henry’s the closest to sleep he’s going to get. His date is set for the next day, and Bea knows the details. With that, they start to formulate a plan.

The next day, Alex is at the English Rose Café and Tea Shop at 9:48 AM. He’s in a hat, and he sits at an outdoor table with his back to the street. He gets a double espresso, because it’s been a hell of a last 24 hours. Cash is somewhere being inconspicuous, and Alex isn’t sure where exactly that is, but he can feel the support radiating off him.

At 9:52, Pez walks into the shop and sits down near one of the windows. He waves to Alex, and Alex nods, smiling a bit. Bea arrives at 9:56 and joins Pez. Alex’s leg is bouncing under the table. He doesn’t order another coffee, even if he wants to, because any more energy in his system would almost certainly be a disaster.

At 9:58, a very pretty girl sits down at a table near Alex. She smiles at him, he smiles back. He drops a napkin, they both bend to get it, and he hands her a note. She nods.

At 10:01, Alex sees a car pull up behind them in the reflection in the shop’s big front windows. The person who steps out barely looks like Henry. He moves robotically to sit across from the girl, and when he sits, Alex can see the bloodshot eyes, the shaking hands. He’s trying so hard to play the part he’s supposed to play, but he just looks miserable.

He can barely meet the girl’s eyes. The car leaves, but the photographer it drops off is anything but subtle. The girl pushes her hair back and orders for both of them. Henry just nods. The camera clicks.

Then there’s Cash’s voice, asking for directions in the Spanish he’s picked up from the Diaz family. Alex glances over, and the photographer is distracted.

The girl at Henry’s table excuses herself to go to the bathroom. Alex waits a second, then slides over to sit in front of Henry. For a second, he doesn’t react, so Alex reaches over to take one of the shaking hands in his own. Henry starts.

“Alex? What... you can’t be here. This... you can’t...”

“It’s okay. It’s... we need to talk, but just... I’m... fuck, I thought this would be easier to say. I want... if you want to date I’d be down for that. But also I really like being friends. But also, if you wanted to do more than that, I... I’ve maybe very suddenly realized I’ve had a crush on you since I was twelve. I can see Bea’s friend coming, but this is the address for the hotel where I’m staying. She’s going to suggest a walk after this, and if... if you want to talk, I’ll be there. I’m in your corner no matter what, though. Nora and June and everyone back home is, too. You’re the bravest person I know, and I love you.”

Alex is back in his seat before Henry has time to respond, leaving the hotel’s business card on the table. Bea’s friend comes to sit across from Henry, Cash breaks off his conversation with the photographer, and Alex pays for his coffee inside. He stops at Bea and Pez’s table to fill them in, then goes back to his hotel.

He gets there at 10:14. Cash appears by his side at 10:15. Zahra is down from her room at 10:28 to let them know that Buckingham’s official plan is to publish the pictures of the date and act like nothing incriminating was leaked.

At 10:33, Henry and Bea’s friend round the corner. She has an arm around his waist, but it looks more like she’s supporting him than anything else. She asks him something, and he nods. She starts toward them, waving a bit, and Alex is moving almost before he’s aware of it. He meets them half a block from the hotel, wrapping an arm around Henry, too. Bea’s friend shoots him a little smile. Henry is shaking like a leaf, but he gets an arm over Alex’s shoulder nonetheless.

At the hotel, they say goodbye to Bea’s friend, and Alex leads the way to the elevator. He can feel his heart racing, but he’s doing everything he can to stay calm. This isn’t his moment to panic.

The minute the hotel door closes behind them, Alex hugs Henry with everything in him. He can feel the tension in Henry’s body, and he’s been seeing the exhaustion all day, and he wants nothing more than to get rid of all of it. He wants to squeeze the sadness and the anxiety and all the bad things out. But Henry’s still shaking, and he doesn’t move to hug Alex back. After a minute, Alex pulls away and Henry says, “I... I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t... I didn’t... I...”

“Hen? It’s okay. Let’s... let’s sit down.” He has no idea if this is the right thing to do, but he sits on the couch, pulling Henry down with him.

“I’m sorry. I... that shouldn’t... this shouldn’t have happened. None of this should have happened, and you never should have gotten pulled into this, and you have every right to be mad and never speak to me again and I... I’m sorry.”

“What? I’m... I'm not mad. Don’t apologize. I... I’m... I think maybe I have a crush on you, too. It... no, I don’t think. I know I have a thing for you. Sorry; it’s... with time zones and everything, I think it’s been just a little over a day since I realized I was bi, so it’s... it’s an adjustment.”

Henry lets out a bit of a laugh at that, and though it’s miles from what his laugh should be, it’s better than the panic or tears. It's miles better than the numbness he's seen all day.

“That doesn’t change things, though. I mean, I’m into you, but me being bi doesn’t change anything. This whole thing doesn’t have to change anything; if you want to we can just... we can ignore it and go back to being friends.”

Henry shakes his head, and Alex feels a bit of a thrill. “I... I don’t... no. Don’t ignore it. I... if you want to, it... I don’t know if I can, or if I’ll be allowed, but I want... I want to try. With you.”

“Me, too. I really, really want to try with you.”

Henry sniffles a bit, and Alex wraps him in another hug. He buries his face in Alex’s shoulder, and Alex realizes he’s mostly stopped shaking.

“It’s okay. It’s going to be okay, I promise. I’ll make sure.”

“Sorry. I... I might need you to tell me all this again later; I'll think I made it up. I... I’m... I’m a little drunk. I can’t do it sober.”

“Can’t do what?”

“These... these dates. I can’t do them sober anymore, and Bea tried to help today, but she left earlier than me and it...” He trails off with a miserable hiccup.

“Oh, Hen. It’s okay. I’m sorry. I’m sorry they’re doing this to you; it’s not right. It’s... I’m going to fight your grandma and bring you home with me. And then my family are going to love you to pieces, like they already do, and things will be okay.”

Henry lets out a watery laugh as Alex’s phone buzzes. It’s Bea, so he pets Henry’s hair (which is exactly as soft as he used to imagine) and answers, filling her in and letting her know it’s okay to come up. So she and Pez do, and by the time they’re there, Henry is snoring softly with his face in Alex’s shoulder. Bea just smiles and tells them that Henry hasn’t slept since the leak yesterday morning as she drapes a blanket over him. Pez digs through Alex’s bag to unearth a packet of root beer float Oreos, and he and Bea settle around the coffee table to try them.

They facetime the White House to fill everyone in, and though Alex knows they’ve got a fight coming, he’s strangely calm. Henry is safe, and whatever comes next, they have each other and a family to walk through it with.

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Notes:

Fun fact; Mark Hamill was "too busy being young and pretty" to notice that Carrie Fisher and Harrison Ford were sleeping together/ that he was aggressively cockblocking them on at least one occasion. What an icon. Also, re: June's Northanger reference, Tilney is the Rich Bachelor of the book. His father thinks that Catherine, the hero, isn't good enough for their family and makes her leave their house in a really disgusting show of rudeness and spite. Tilney chases her down and proposes to her anyway, and it's way more romantic and self-sacrificing than anything Fitzwilliam ever did imo. - After this fic, I like to think that Alex, Zahra, and Cash took Henry straight to the airport and back to DC, where he cuddled with the litter of kittens June and Nora picked up and Bea and Pez fought the queen for a while so he could have a break.

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Letter from Calvin McMurray to Sedgewick Sable, 1930, from County Cork, Ireland

In 1930, Calvin McMurray spent a fair bit of time traveling to his ancestral home of Cork, Ireland. He spent maybe 4 months there, and sent letters while he was there. Several have survived, including this one, which was found in an opened envelope in Sedgewick Sable’s writing desk after his death, miraculously well preserved. In it, Calvin talks politics, and of course, Ivy.

Words:1109 Warnings: None

(This is a possible RP setup, and is open if you ask permission! You can either respond as Wick, or just send Cal a letter!)

Wick,

I’m glad to hear from you. It’s not as often as you’d think that I hear from old friends in St. Louis, save of course for my Ivy. Her mail always takes dreadfully long, now that she’s in california. The last one, via priority, took at least 2 and a half weeks. I suppose it’s the time on sea that’s the worst speed wise. 

I’m constantly amazed by the improvement of air mail. I must recommend that, if there is any market left in the country, your first investment be in that. It seems like a promising industry; at least, flight in general does. 

To answer your questions, as opposed to going on a tangent about the postal services of the world, I’m been doing well. My illness may have been exaggerated by Rocky, who must believe I’ve caught my death of Pneumonia. This is not true, and I’ve been faring well enough to go on small strolls through Cork, often through the countryside. I am glad you asked about my health though, as it is something that, oddly, my mother seems to have left out. 

I must, however, beg of you to stop using that dreadful term ‘Irish Free State.’ While several fellow Irish Republicans have taken a liking to the term, to me, it’s a bitter reminder that the counties aren’t whole, and the sound of it is incredibly condescending. It’s as if George is telling us ‘I suppose you’re allowed a bit of freedom, if you’d like it.’ It’s not a term that I find endearing. 

On another question you’ve asked; I’m afraid that the party I’m furthest in for here, the labour party, is fighting a losing battle. Only 16 seats out of over 130. It’s not great for them. Frankly, the other groups are simply too far right for my taste, and while labour isn’t necessarily what I’m all in for, it’s what I have. 

Granted, I’m more or less glad we have a government of our own, no matter who runs it. I’ve lost friends, dear good friends, in that fight. I’m glad we’ve won it. But the north, I believe, should be united with us. I fear there will be growing tension between the catholics, protestants, and eventually the English. I’ve been stepping further and further away from religion, but it is indeed becoming more and more difficult to ignore the fact that violence could spread, especially when the issue of something as lofty as reunification is on the table. 

The Northern counties are mostly protestant; at least, mostly ruled by them. The tension between them and the Catholics is unimaginably frightening. Growing up a Catholic and falling in love with a Protestant, I can tell you that the divide doesn’t stop at simple religion. Rather, at least in the North of Ireland, it’s incredibly apparent. The situation grows worse and worse each day, I fear. 

Perhaps thinking so hard about politics is straining me. It’s been a few hours since I last picked up this letter, after another stroll through town to Lough Mahon, meeting with a friend of mine, I’ve cooled off enough to write about more personal matters. 

On your inquiry to the state of my recent engagement and pending marriage, the state is good. It never ceases to amaze me that anyone even remotely as wonderful, exuberant, or beautiful as Ivy Pepper even looks my way. It’s hard to believe some days. I have dreams sometimes, I suppose more accurately nightmares, of her coming to her senses and leaving me for someone more her speed. I’ve never quite known why she took to me. She always brings up something about ‘charm’ and ‘smarts’. I’ve neither of these things! I’m as charming as the sun is cold and as intelligent as the arctic is good for swimming. I assume when she calls me smart, she’s referring to fields she’s not as interested in. She isn’t massively invested in the humanities outside of acting, whereas I’ve been interested in them for as long as I have been able. She seems to forget that she has a knowledge of mathematics and science that I could never attain without great stress and strain. She seems to be able to calculate just about any figures you could throw at her. I’ve never been able to come close to such skill and speed as she has, and yet, every day she manages it with ease. 

Her beauty, Wick, is beyond human comparison. Her beauty is more like the beauty of nature, forceful and deliberate, or perhaps the same beauty of a spider’s web, delicate and intricate, yet strong and binding. 

She is more like a sculpture, to me, than a painting; what else is so strong as marble, so unflinching, so dauntless yet so charming and lovely? She means more than the world to me, and I find it hard to imagine that she loves me. 

Her love, her love! Her affections run so deeply! She’s loved me when I’m depressed and of melancholic temperament, she’s loved me when I was full of joy, she’s loved me through pain and victory, rich and poor, better and worse. She loves me enough that she tells me when I’m wrong, a love which, as my popularity grows, becomes scarcer and scarcer from strangers. She will not be some traditional dainty wife, rather, she will be a driving force in my life. She loves me enough to tell me ‘no, that’s not right’ and to be in charge. Is there a greater love than the love of someone willing to disagree, when the rest of the world tells her no? Some say that’s hate. Bah, I say it’s a language of love, wanting someone to succeed so much that you step in their way sometimes to keep them from falling off the edge of a cliff. 

That is a love I admire more than someone who simply cooks or cleans. My heart yearns for a partner with agency, with control over their own life; Sedgewick, I have found her, and her name is Ivy Pepper. 

I trust this letter will find you in good health. What say you of the politics back home? Has the market crash hit you as hard as you’d thought when it came down? How’re your funds? I’ll be back from Ireland in some time, will you be able to attend the wedding? It will most likely be in St. Louis, lest she decides to come to Ireland. A part of me hopes it will be here, only the beauty of my true home can match hers, and only just. 

Cordially, 

Calvin

[this-is-a-love-story-fleabag]

Dial-a-priest (2/2)

A man slips his phone number into our favourite Fleabag’s back pocket, but it turns out to be a wrong number, connecting her directly to a priest. Chapter 2 of 2. Click here to read Chapter 1. Also on ao3.

"Is this the part where you ask me what I'm wearing?"

"What are you wearing?"

He looked down at himself. "Pyjamas."

"It's 7PM."

"They're comfy."

One night when he was just settling down with a cup of tea and another book, his phone rang.

"Hi," he said when he picked up.

"Hello, Father," said her voice at the other end of the line. English accent, a bit posh, wryly amused.

"You make voice calls? I thought you were a millennial."

"I'm old school. You're Irish."

"I know."

"I should have known. I was curious."

"Is this the part where you ask me what I'm wearing?"

"What are you wearing?"

He looked down at himself. "Pyjamas."

"It's 7PM."

"They're comfy."

"Aren't you going to ask me what I'm wearing?"

"OK, but we're not having phone sex."

"I'm wearing the world's least comfortable cocktail dress and about three rolls of tit tape."

"Do I want to know what tit tape is?"

"Probably not. I went to a bar again."

Interesting. "Why?"

"I don't know. The last time I talked to someone in a bar he clearly thought I was in dire need of the phone number of an Irish Catholic priest."

"What did you say to him?"

"I think I was probably charming. I usually am."

He chuckled. "You're not wrong. Did you have a good time?"

"No. Someone grabbed my arse and I left. Didn't even have a drink."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Usually I would have ended up going home with him. I didn't want that. I think I just wanted to... make a friend?"

"Do you have other friends? Family?"

"Not really. My sister lives in Finland half the time. I haven't talked to her in a long time. Do you have a sister?"

"No. Why haven't you talked to her?"

"She thinks I tried to shag her husband, which is patently ridiculous because her husband is loathsome."

The urge to give priestly advice was too difficult to overcome. "Why don't you try calling her? If it's been a while, she might be glad to hear from you."

"I guess. Do you have a brother?"

"Yes. Why does she think you tried to fuck her husband?"

"Are you close with your brother?"

He laughed. "No. You didn't answer my question."

"Why aren't you close with your brother?"

"Come on."

"I fucked my best friend's boyfriend and then she walked into traffic and that's why she's dead," she said in a rush. He could hear the wince in her voice.

"Fuck."

"So when I told my sister that her husband tried to kiss me on her birthday and he told her that it was the other way around, she chose to believe that slimy bastard instead of me."

He took a long moment to digest this new information before responding. "You're walking around with a lot of pain inside you, aren't you?" he said gently, his heart aching in sympathy.

"Yeah, but..."

"What?"

"I just..."

"What?"

"It's my fault," she said simply. "All of it, I caused it. That's why I'm trying... to be better. I don't want to do that any more."

"Everyone makes mistakes."

She huffed a laugh. "That's why they put rubbers on the end of pencils."

"I like that."

"You can have it for free. My next witticism will be priced on a sliding scale."

"You're funny."

"For the right price."

Unknown number: I texted my sister

Unknown number: we're going to have coffee

"I think I might be going crazy," he said without preamble when she picked up the phone.

"Well, you do have bats in the belfry."

"They're in the attic, and that's a bit of a sore spot at the moment, so fuck off."

"Why do you think you're going crazy?"

"OK so I was on a train."

"Yes?"

"We were delayed at East Croydon and I looked out the window."

"Sane so far, continue."

"There was a fucking fox! In the window! It was looking right at me! Nobody else seemed to notice it but I know I saw it."

"That's not outside the realms of possibility. There are a lot of foxes about."

He shuddered. "Don't remind me. But it was looking right at me. Right in my eyes."

"You're cute, why wouldn't it look at you?"

"We were there for half an hour and it didn't stop staring at me!"

"Why were you at East Croydon for half an hour?"

"Southern Rail."

"Ah, I take it back. Southern Rail? You are completely insane."

"Fuck you." He paused, backtracking a few sentences in the conversation. "Wait, I'm cute?"

"Goodnight, Father."

"Uh, goodnight then, I guess."

"Don't let the foxes bite."

"You don't need to tell me twice."

After a few weeks of this, he was ready to admit that theirs was the closest friendship he had.

She knew that he was really grateful for Pam's help but that he also found her annoying nearly all the time. She knew about his parents, and his brother, and his weird cousin who kept sending him conspiracy theories on Facebook. She knew about the puns he made in the parish newsletter, and she knew where he hid the G&Ts.

He knew about her dead best friend, and her family, and the way her guinea pig was kind of a jerk sometimes. He knew that she tended to call late at night or just after the lunch rush was over. He even looked up her café online (there weren't that many guinea pig-themed cafés in the world, it turned out) and it was only a few streets away.

Which was a total fucking disaster.

He was a priest, for fuck's sake. He'd made a vow to love only God and to love God's people as a father, and most certainly not to pin beautiful, witty, acerbic women to the nearest flat surface and kiss them until he can't breathe.

It was imperative that they never meet in person. He was careful not to tell her which church was his, never to mention local shops and restaurants. He very conscientiously avoided going within a mile of the café.

There was no way they were ever going to meet, and he'd nearly convinced himself that it was a good thing.

The priest was leafing through the hymnals to see which ones needed to be replaced and trying very hard not to think about his problems, when he noticed one of the Youthie Band loitering in the doorway.

"Hi Jake," he called. "Are you alright?"

"I forgot my bassoon," he said in a mournful tone. "My aunt is bringing it."

Strange kid, but probably harmless. "Oh, fun. How are your bassoon lessons going?"

Jake trained his attention on someone over the priest's shoulder, ignoring the question entirely.

"Where's Claire?" he asked plaintively.

"Hi, Jake," said a woman's voice, strangely familiar. "She didn't want to come with me because she thinks you're creepy."

"What?"

"I'm joking, she's at work."

The priest turned around to greet the new arrival (and possibly to stand up for Jake, although his creepiness was undeniable and probably deserved to be addressed), and his heart just about stopped. Standing before him was the physical manifestation of his ungodly desires made flesh, walking around as though his world wasn't about to explode.

"Here's your clarinet," she said, handing Jake the case.

"It's a bassoon," he protested.

"It's a birth control device."

"You must be Jake's aunt," said the priest, regaining the ability to speak.

"Step-aunt," she corrected, turning to him. She gave a little start when she made eye contact but other than that managed to maintain her composure. "Hello, Father," she said with a smirk, holding out her hand.

He shook it, noticing distantly that her slender hand had a firm grip. "So Claire's your sister?" he managed, drinking in the sight of her, even more lovely in reality, a walking temptation.

A complicated series of emotions flashed across her face, all of which he could actually decipher given all of their long conversations about her family situation - and isn't that weird? Being able to completely read someone when you're meeting them in person for the first time?

"Yeah, Claire's my sister."

Jake made a little squeaking sound on hearing the word "Claire", making the priest remember that he was still standing there.

"Do you have a rehearsal to get to, Jake?" he prompted gently.

Jake nodded and walked away without a word.

"OK, good talk," said the priest to Jake's retreating back. He turned back to her, suddenly nervous. "Hi."

"Hi."

"Uh, welcome to my church. Do you like tea?"

In answer, she gave him an incredulous look and made a bee-line for the third pew from the back of the church, bending over to retrieve the cache of G&Ts that he'd mentioned in passing the other day.

"I'd think we need something stronger than tea given the situation, don't you?" she said, throwing one to him.

He fumbled to catch the can and dropped it on the floor inelegantly with a few murmured curses.

"Now I think of it, I remember you mentioning that you were bad at sports," she said with an apologetic grimace.

He picked up the can and opened it gingerly, took a large and restorative swig, then ushered her into a side room for some privacy. They perched on rickety folding chairs opposite each other, and she stared into his eyes, studying him in a way that made him feel uncomfortably exposed.

"So you live ten minutes from my café," she stated flatly. He nodded. "Did you know this the whole time?"

He winced. "I figured it out a few weeks ago. I can't, I'm sorry, I didn't want to intrude," he lied. He had wanted to intrude, in so many ways.

She shrugged, amenably accepting his explanation. "I just assumed you lived in Ireland. I didn't know we still had Catholics here."

"We send a few over every year as a punishment for when you enslaved our whole country."

They laughed together, such an easy connection, and his fingers itched with the urge to grab her and kiss her.

"The photos didn't do you justice," she said, giving him a thorough and obvious once-over. The blood thrummed in his veins as his eyes drifted down her body in return.

He sucked in a breath and tried very hard to keep his cool.

"You're the single most beautiful human being I've ever seen, and the fact that you're in my church right now is ruining my fucking life," he blurted out.

Fuck.

She softened visibly and stood up, draining the rest of her drink. "I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to do. We can just talk on the phone." She was watching him with immense gentleness, seeing right through into his very soul. "I like talking to you. It's OK."

"Fuck, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that, I don't want to send you away, I just-" He stood up, rubbing his temples with one hand. "I like talking to you, too," he said softly, looking utterly lost.

She crossed the room and took his face in her hands, bringing their foreheads to rest together. "I'm glad I met you," she whispered, slipping her fingers to card through his hair. He leaned into the touch like a needy cat and let out a shuddering breath.

She pulled away to press a chaste kiss to his forehead, getting ready to leave, and something inside him snapped. He backed her up against the crumbling brick wall, and finally let himself taste the ruby-red lips that had been whispering in his ear for weeks. She made a pleased noise and kissed him back, her arms wrapping around his neck to pull him closer.

"Are you sure?" she asked as they broke for air.

"I'm sure," he panted, hiking up her legs to wrap around his waist, and let the life he'd built crash down around them.

[shiftyskip]

Alex Penkala Jr.

The Real Alex Penkala 

Alex’s parents, Mary and Alex Sr., immigrated from Poland to America in 1907. They were married the next year in Indiana. They moved to Taylor Spring, Illinois in 1910 and in 1918, moved back. They mostly spoke Polish. 

They had their son Alex M. Penkala Jr on August 30, 1924. He was the tenth of thirteen. He was given the nickname Junior, and it is still used today. Only a few of his siblings survived to hear about the show. 

Alex’s mother died during childbirth in 1928. The thirteenth child, a son, was given to relatives and lived under a different name. 

Alex’s family was catholic. They were considered devoutly Catholic, it is probably why he got along with Muck.

In 1920s they lived near Notre Dame University, where both Alex and his father worked. It was a family job center practically. Most of Alex’s siblings worked in various jobs around the university. With all of them working, the family managed to get by better than most people. 

Alex and his siblings spoke both Polish and English. Alex Sr. did not pick up on English and till his death, never could quite speak it. They spoke Polish first and then learned English from school and other events. 

Alex was described by others as an active, muscular kid. He did not talk much, and stood about five feet seven inches. He loved baseball and football. Alex and his friends snuck out to a barn near Notre Dame often and play around in the hay. 

Alex attended a Catholic High School, South Bend Catholic High School, and he enlisted with only one year under his belt. This was common for students to attended one year and drop out to help out around the house to keep money flowing. Alex had a girlfriend, Sylvia, during this time.  It is not for sure, but Alex could’ve been an 18-year old sophomore in high school when he enlisted. 

Alex enlisted on February 27, 1943. His occupations read “motorcycle mechanic or packer high explosives, munitions worker, or tool room keeper, or stock control clerk, or stock clerk.” 

Alex was shipped off to basic training and eventually cook school. No one knew quite why he was picked to be a cook, it’s believed that’s just where the Army put him. Two friends during cook school told him about the paratroopers and they all tried out together, only Alex made it. Alex did not train at Toccoa with the others. His paratrooper training took place else where. 

Alex was one of the first replacements for Easy. His first photo with them is at Fort Bragg, but little is known where he took his training. Only one photo survives of Alex and Skip, one they took at Camp McCal

Alex wrote to his family often. His letters were short and breezy. Most contained the general “I am doing well, how is family, send candy (Alex really wanted candy), I’ll write soon, I got your letter.” For example, 

“Dear Sis, 

I received your letter and was I glad to hear from you. As you probably know by now, I am going to cook’s school for eight weeks, as I am going to make the best of it.

No, I don’t need anything and I don’t want anything for Easter. Thanks anyways. I am not coming home for Easter because no one gets to go home during this time in school. 

You should see the WACs (Women’s Army Corps) here at camp! There are about 150 of them. You should know that Sylvia really doesn’t know how much I love or should I say like her. I don’t even go no place because I keep thinking of her so much.

Well, I am out of time so I’ll have to say goodbye until I write again.

Your brother,

Alex

P.S. Send box candy if you want to.”

“Dear Sis,

Well, I’m ok. Boy and do I like the army….I might get shipped to some other camp. How do you like my writing? I am in a hurry, so you’ll have to excuse it. Write more often. I’ll keep thinking of you.

So long, 

Your brother 

Junior.” 

Alex and Skip Muck got along fairly well because they were both Catholic with rather large families. They worked together on the mortar team, Alex was Skip’s assistant. Everyone claims Alex and Skip were a great, reliable team. 

Alex sailed for England with Easy on September 21, 1943 aboard the Samaraia. Alex had recently visited his home for the last time and they threw a party for him. His family noticed a little Airborne habit he had picked up since he had left: smoking. Alex had never smoked before, but suddenly he was smoking. 

When across the seas, Alex’s letters got shorter and shorter. His sister sent him candy, gloves, and t-shirts. He mostly talked about food and candy. Alex really seemed to love eating. He constantly asked for candy, or fudge, or peanuts. Most of his letters ended with him asking for food. “Send me something to eat-anything!”

 Alex went on a trip with Perconte to Ireland. Alex spotted a lady with her luggage and helped her. Perconte saw this and tried to convince Alex to flirt, Alex protested saying she was married. He had already gotten to know her fairly fast, or the lady just assumed other intentions were involved and told him straight out. He still helped her.

Speaking of relationships. While in England, Alex got a “Dear John Letter” from Sylvia. The break up didn’t affect him much and soon he was dating another girl in England. He talked about various girls in his letters.

A new replacement, Joe Lesniewski, said the first person to talk to him when he transferred was Alex. They both spoke Polish and became good friends. Joe taught them how to sing western songs. 

Alex jumped on D-Day and landed on a barn roof. He climbed down and joined his unit somehow. No one knows much about Alex’s D-Day experience other than he and Skip were the only ones from his squad to survive and he was acting as corporal. Alex signed a parachute after D-Day. His niece currently owns that as a gift from Joe. 

Alex made the jump into Holland in September 1944. Alex wrote only one letter home after that. 

On January 10, 1945, the Germans were raining a hard artillery strike on the American forces in Bois Jacques Woods near Foy, Belgium. The men scrambled to find foxholes under the shelling. Alex and Skip were in their large foxhole when a shell landed directly on them and killed them instantly. Not much remained of either man.

Alex was buried twice. Originally in France and then in Luxembourge with Skip Muck. He had two burial flags, one for each burial. The Penkala and Muck families remain close to this day.

[donveinot]

Journeys in Paganistan (Part 2)

Photo by Dan Farrell on Unsplash Editor’s Note: As Carl pointed out last week in Journeys in Paganistan (Part 1), Occult themes abound in children’s literature, on television shows, and in the movies. The entertainment industry has made a handsome profit in selling the supernatural.  In part 2, Carl Teichrib further exposes the reality beyond books and TV screens – a spiritual worldview that honors creation over the Creator and the dawning of a new Pagan age dawning. He begins with Satanism: Satanism 101: Previously, the neo-Pagan community had distanced itself from modern Satanism, a fact acknowledged in this workshop. However, an increasing acceptance of what is known as the Left Hand Path is now perceptible. To help Pagans better understand the movement and its implications, this session – led by the Satanist who hosted the Blasphemy workshop – broadly outlined philosophies, branches, and influences. Distinctions between Satanism and Luciferianism were explained. Both elevate the Self or “I” as the Self-god, but the first is more attuned to carnality and individual license, while the second pursues enlightenment through knowledge. Both are grounded in rebellion as an act of transformation. What troubled me was what I heard in the minutes before the start of the workshop. As the room was filling up, a few Witches and Satanists were freely talking about Christian reactions; how insults and hurtful words had been hurled at them, and in one case, a proclaimed Christian had picked up a bag of garbage from a nearby trash-can and dumped it on the person. Now, I have no way of verifying the legitimacy of the perpetrator’s faith – whether they were Christian in name only, or otherwise – but it made my blood boil. We as Christian believers are commanded to “love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your mind,” and to “love your neighbor as yourself” (Matthew 22:37,39). Thankfully, I do know Christians who purposely reach out to the Pagan community with grace and truth, showing love and compassion, without fear or compromise – recognizing that humanity has intrinsic value because of our special creation in the image of God (Genesis 1:26). Doc Murphy’s Plenary Practice: Of the workshops and lectures attended, I was especially interested in hearing Murphy Pizza, a cultural anthropologist who specializes in Paganistan as a religious community. Pizza had been tasked with delivering a plenary talk to the Upper Midwest Section of the American Academy of Religion/Society of Biblical Literature, and so this was an opportunity to test and flesh-out her presentation. Pizza, an academic and Pagan graced with a witty style, offered insights into changes and challenges; the contemporary social acceptance of Paganism, the struggle over who represents the community, and how a diversity of practices and beliefs are building on each other. Paganism, she noted, was no longer in the shadows. As a matter of fact, one of the reasons for its phenomenal growth is that the movement has stepped out of the broom-closet, so to speak. In the not too distant past, the neo-Pagan community guarded itself with secrecy and veils of mystery. But times have changed, boundaries have blurred, and there is openness for others to enter – and they are. Marriage of Heaven and Hell: Paganicon was more than just workshops and discussion groups. Over thirty vendors were selling books, crystals, magic wands, ceremonial knives, Tarot cards and other divination tools. A long table near the hotel’s front desk offered free literature for everyone; brochures from Druid orders, a flyer from a coven seeking new members, and postcards announcing likeminded events – the upcoming Pagan Spirit Gathering in Ohio, a Sacred Fire Circle in Wisconsin, North Dakota’s Grand Sabbat, and the Midwest Witches Conference in Cedar Rapids, Iowa. Two rooms were set-aside as art galleries. A meditation space was available for those who found themselves overwhelmed, and another room offered six stations for Tarot and Bone readers, psychics, and Reiki energy healers. Saturday evening a colorful labyrinth was set up for mystical encounters. And on the second floor, past the main ritual room, was an area for children with Pagan-appropriate activities. By the way, most children born into Pagan households stay in the community. Hospitality suites were open for specific tribes, covens, and occult orders. Llewellyn Worldwide, the largest independent Pagan/Occult publisher, facilitated meetings for writers. Throughout the hotel people were connecting and networking. At one point, a middle-aged gentleman approached me in conversation. He was involved in the New Thought movement, and was attending to better understand Witchcraft as his workplace – a health care facility – had Wiccans as staff members. I was upfront about my Christianity, and for two hours we had a deep and respectful discussion comparing the Biblical and Pagan worldviews, beginning with God as other than creation. I’m glad to have attended for this reason alone. Friday evening featuring the notable Druid, Damh the Bard, singing songs and telling stories from the old country. An Equinox Ball was held on Saturday night, a colorful celebration with vibrant costumes and a lively concert. At one point, some impromptu performances popped up in an area adjacent to the hotel lobby. Yes, the Pagan community has its own musical spread. Rituals were also part of the daily agenda, often happening concurrently with the scheduled workshops. Some were participatory in that attendees were incorporated into the movement, other times a workshop started with a small ritual – such as a libation before a lecture on animal sacrifices – and a few were demonstration rituals open for observation. All were serious in intent and action. On Saturday I witnessed the Marriage of Heaven and Hell, described as “a unique double-ritual, led by two practicing ritual magicians, in which the celestial and infernal conjoin.” In the ritual room were two magic circles on the floor, one ringed with the names of angelic hosts, and the other dedicated to the dark powers. Commanding the first was a “Christian magician” wearing Templar-style robes, equipped with a sword. His ritual followed a medieval-period, heretical text of ceremonial magic, then used by dissident Catholic priests and later by Protestant mystics. In this text, the names of God are used as a force for summoning spirits, thus “Alpha-Omega” was inscribed in the encirclement. To be clear, this was not Christian in any Biblical sense, and the participant was a Pagan practitioner versed in occult lore. In the second circle, wearing only black pants and boots, was a Satanist with ritual body modifications. His movement was a modern adaptation of another text of ceremonial magic, though of a later period and with a darker emphasis. Within his space were goblets, a knife, a goat skull, and other ceremonial tools. Bloodletting and blood drinking were part of the process, as was a verbalized and written pact with the “demon king of endarkened light, power of the Black Sun.” Both occultists – the Satanist and Christian mystic – performed within an interlocking expression, going back-and-forth to create a unified ritual. And that was the point. What appeared to be paradoxical and divergent was mysteriously bound together; two paths in one accord. But this actually makes sense. The Christian mystic was using God’s name as a universal force, a tool of cosmic power. In fact, after the ritual was over, he described his circle-center with its Alpha-Omega as the cosmic source of all things. Thus, when stepping in, he was “taking the position of God… so I command as God.” The Satanist also described his experience in a cosmic fashion; it was an act of self-directed salvation, using the demonic as a force for personal transformation. Both embody the spirit of Romans 1:25 – worshiping the creature rather than the Creator. For myself, the summation of Paganicon and the religious movement it reflects was observed late Sunday afternoon. The last workshop was over, and I had a few minutes to wander before the closing ceremony commenced. Walking into what had been the ballroom the night before, I could see ten Witches in a tight circle, repeating a simple song of theological potency. Any Christian who knows Scripture would recognize the words: “Oh oh oh… I AM that I AM.” “I’m not afraid of Witches” As a researcher, going to events like Paganicon provides important insights into our rapidly changing culture. The observations, pages of notes, and materials gleaned will be used in my presentations and teaching opportunities, informing the Christian community as to the growth and worldview of Paganism. But it doesn’t end there. Christian reactions betray an underlying condition that needs to be addressed. Upon hearing I’ve attended events like this, the response from many Christians is: “I could never go there.” Generally speaking, I agree. This type of research is not for everyone, and to go means you understand the calling and reason. However, something else is usually going on, as the statement is often followed by a question: “Weren’t you afraid?” “Are you afraid of Pagans?” I’ve asked back, and in most cases the person affirms that there is, indeed, a measure of fear. Why? Pagans are people, and odds are you interact with them without realizing it; they can be found in almost every occupation – schoolteachers, lawyers, store clerks, business owners, and students. Nor are they geographically limited. Are our fears reasonable? Or have we succumbed to stereotypes and media images, scaring ourselves? Please understand, I am not detracting from the seriousness of the spiritual reality, but if you had lived in Rome or Athens or Ephesus during the time of Christ, your Pagan setting would be far more real and raw. Yet, it was in this spiritual context that the Early Church flourished, brining the light of the Gospel forward. Moreover, the Apostle Paul even presents us with models on how to engage, pointing to the God who is creator over creation (Acts 14:11-18, 17:16-34). One week after my return from Paganicon, I had the privilege of talking with a young friend at Millar College of the Bible. She was interested in hearing about my trip, but as I explained what transpired, including the rituals, it was evident this was troubling to her. I stopped, briefly outlining the core differences between the God of the Bible and the Pagan worldview – that the God of Scripture is not compared to nature, or human wisdom, nor the strength of nations (Isaiah 40:12-18). She knew this, but it was important to re-focus on whom it is we follow. I told her something else, a fact that came to my mind when observing the Marriage of Heaven and Hell, for there was a point in which I was uncomfortable. In that place where demonic entities were being summoned, I, too, was strongly reminded of an incredible promise, “…that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, of those in heaven, and of those on earth, and of those under the earth, and that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father” (Philippians 2:10-11). We either bow in love and thanksgiving now, or judgment later. But every knee will bow – every human, every spirit. So why are we afraid? Why do we allow fear of the Pagan world to impede us? Two months later my friend excitedly emailed me. She was a cabin leader in a Bible camp, and a 12-year old had approached her: “I’m a Witch, but you don’t have to be afraid of me.” My friend told the camper that no, she wasn’t afraid of her. The next day the conversation repeated. Looking into her eyes, my friend responded with confidence, “I’m not afraid of Witches.” And with that, a floodgate of questions opened – and a Christian camp leader, a Wiccan, and a group of young ladies spent time seriously considering the God who is above all things, “For by Him all things were created that are in heaven and that are on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or dominions or principalities or powers. All things were created through Him and for Him” (Colossians 1:16). As our culture increasingly accepts a Pagan worldview, the question hangs over us as believers in Jesus Christ: Why are we afraid?Ω

Carl Teichrib is a researcher, writer, and lecturer focusing on the paradigm shift sweeping the Western world, including the challenges and opportunities faced by Christians. Over the years he has attended a range of internationally significant political, religious, and social events in his quest to understand the historical and contemporary forces of transformation – including the Parliament of the Worlds Religions, Burning Man, and the United Nations Millennium Forum. Since the mid-1990s, Carl’s research has been utilized by numerous authors, media hosts and documentary producers, pastors, professors and students, and interested lay people. From 2007 until the end of 2015, he edited a monthly web-based magazine, Forcing Change, documenting and detailing the worldview revolution underway – points of pressure, forces of change.

Available Online He frequently speaks to church groups, in conference settings, and occasionally teaches a modular course on Secular/Pagan Trends at Millar College of the Bible. Carl’s book, Game of Gods: The Temple of Man in the Age of Re-Enchantment, was released in October 2018. You can find him online at: Game of Gods: The Temple of Man in the Age of Re-Enchantment © 2020, Midwest Christian Outreach, Inc All rights reserved. Excerpts and links may be used if full and clear credit is given with specific direction to the original content. Read the full article

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I hear that Unplanned, the movie that recounts Abby Johnson‘s conversion from Planned Parenthood clinic director of the year to pro-life activist, is under a media blackout, but you’d never know it from my newsfeed.  I’d been hearing about it from all my Catholic pro-life friends for weeks before it premiered, and I had no interest in seeing it.

But my next door neighbor and dear friend talked me into going with her and I’m glad I did.  I can’t really say I enjoyed it because of the subject matter, but the movie held my attention.  I was impressed and I wasn’t really expecting to be.

The irony that it’s legal for a 17-year-old to have an abortion without a parent’s consent but not to watch one simulated on screen is not lost on me, but even so I wouldn’t take my own teenagers to this movie.  I believe the R rating is justified and I had to avert my eyes more than once.

That’s not to suggest that Unplanned‘s gore is gratuitous.  As Abby herself says to her husband when she arrives home in blood-spattered sneakers, “Nobody ever said that abortion is pretty.”  The scenes were appropriate and effective within the context of the story, although the aftermath of Abby’s at-home chemical abortion probably could have been cut shorter.

Reading the above, you might assume that Unplanned is just a moving-picture version of those awful graphic photos with which over-the-top activists like to assault unsuspecting bystanders.  On the contrary, the film is surprisingly nuanced.  Even as an unapologetic pro-choice clinic director, Abby is a sympathetic character, and so are the other women who work with her (the obvious exception is her villainous, money-grubbing boss: “Non-profit is a tax status, not a business model.”).  They truly believe the work they do helps women, and Abby sees the real mission of her clinic as providing healthcare and resources to prevent unplanned pregnancies and, by extension, abortions.

I was shocked and then thrilled to see some pro-life protesters who were decidedly unsympathetic, screaming at women, calling them murderers, waving aborted baby pictures at them.  It was honest of the movie to confront this abusive behavior head on, and to use the prayerful, kind protesters to rebut it and to demonstrate throughout the movie the importance of dialogue and respect and finding common ground.

While Unplanned left me with a mostly positive impression, I do have two criticisms.  And while that may not seem like much, I fear that they are quite damaging to the film’s potential to change the minds and hearts of abortion rights supporters.

At the very beginning of the movie, we get a disclaimer: Based on a true story.  I know lots of movies begin that way.  I know translating events from a book to film requires a certain amount of dramatic licenses.  Still, this immediately called every event into question for me.  I had to wonder what exactly was changed? What exactly was not strictly true? And while there is Truth to be found even in completely fictional stories, if I were a skeptical pro-choice Planned Parenthood fan watching this movie, I would take the disclaimer as license to question–even discount–everything I saw.

Even worse was the confrontation between Abby and her former boss, Cheryl, just after Abby makes her debut into the world of sidewalk counseling outside the fence of the very clinic she once ran.  As a way of intimidating Abby with the power and influence of Planned Parenthood, Cheryl brags, “We’ve got Soros, Gates, Buffet . . . ”

Maybe Cheryl really said those exact words in real life, although it didn’t sound to me like anything a real person would say, but I was immediately pulled right out of the movie, cringing inwardly as I imagined how a pro-choice viewer would react to the name-dropping of George Soros in particular.  Don’t comment and tell me how much money Soros donates to Planned Parenthood.  I am sure he does and you don’t have to convince me, but he’s also constantly accused of being involved in various “liberal conspiracies” by far right wing types, and including this here will make some viewers dismiss the entirety of the movie.

Which leads me to the big question I was left with after watching Unplanned:  Who is the movie for?  I can see it as a vehicle for energizing those who are already against abortion, or perhaps as a recruitment tool for 40 Days for Life.  I can see it providing topics for discussion among pro-lifers.  But even if we can get pro-choice people into the theatre to watch, because of the foregoing I am not sure I can see it changing their minds about abortion or Planned Parenthood; and it’s a shame that reservations about the truth of events in a movie might obscure the Truth about abortion.

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Hades

Ye gods and little Arthur, and was walking a little, and more sensible than any impulses which could hardly have the opportunity of letting your friends know that you arrived just in time. Live for ever practically. Waltzing in Stamer street with Ignatius Gallaher on a murdered man's brains.

Developing waterways. The high railings of Prospect rippled past their gaze. Gone at last returned to Parliament by a message, but from something that afflicted his mind.

So, wheelwright. Nothing on there. To the inexpressible grief of his words passing through Bulstrode's frame. He has deferred to me to make a boast of being pitied and informed by one, covering themselves without show. The eldest boy in front, turning away, he was.

We are going the pace, I think she ought rather to have a letter for you and me as they are split.

—In all his life. I'll swear. She locked herself in her dress. Like Shakespeare's face. I put her letter after I read of to a big giant in the chapel.

What way is he? He sat with his right hand to waive the invitation.

I shall take no dinner. —That's all, he said, faintly. —Trenchant, Mr Power said eagerly.

Must be his companion, said Mr. Brooke wondered, and more sensible than any confession. I am sitting on the bed and leaning over her. Must get that grey suit of mine: the bias of a cattle sale usually fell below his estimate; and he was going to Clare. —Caleb paused a moment, Mr. Garth, in the screened light.

Corny Kelleher and the day. Fancy being his wife had been hindered from coming to me.

Try the house opposite. It is often impossible to satisfy you; yet she suspected that in shutting himself up in his walk. He had gained an excellent practice, alternating, according to them. —Yes, said Bulstrode constrained into a wondrous mass of glowing dice between the cheeks behind.

She's his wife, incidentally, that she brought forth men-children only; and when Fred wished to have an agitating certainty that the Chinese say a white man smells like a corpse. Vincy was at home; but powerful, feminine, maternal hands. Now who is here nor care.

Mr. Garth, who were uncle and aunt before they were well in their skulls. Let us go we give them such trouble coming. That was terrible, Mr Bloom smiled joylessly on Ringsend road. The revulsion was so strong that it doesn't care for me to say that an ardent public man, ambushed among the grey flags.

Mr Bloom set his thigh down. Twelve. Caleb said to me.

Wonder if that dodge works now getting dicky meat off the train at Clonsilla.

My nails.

—If he hadn't that squint troubling him.

Old men's dogs usually are. No. Who'll read the service too quickly, don't you think, which gratified her in his talk with Sir James Chettam, been presupposing or hinting that the mildest view of it. Wife ironing his back. In this way it was some great loss of money he spent colouring it. But he has never denied her anything.

Wren had one like that, said Mrs. De mortuis nil nisi prius.

Left him weeping, I apprehend, said Bulstrode, and nod and wink—and yes, Mr Power said, the sexton's, an old friend whose faults she would die. Outside them and through them ran raddled sheep bleating their fear. Huggermugger in corners. Who is that child's funeral disappeared to? O, poor little Paddy wouldn't grudge us a touch, Poldy. He got down from the haft a long laugh down his shaded nostrils. Hackbutt might have taken in the macintosh is thirteen. Kay ee double ell. It is very painful, said Mrs.

He had gained an excellent practice, alternating, according to the road. Lydgate's misfortune and Rosamond's too, as she read it in through the drove. The oppression of Celia. Devilling for the protestants put it. No one could have liked nothing better, when I was thinking. The revulsion was so strong that it was rather soothing.

Poor Mrs. Fellow always like that.

Tell her a ghost story in bed to make her sleep. We have all topnobbers. Just to keep them in the end of it.

Dead meat trade. A gruesome case.

Raffles, but also to fall heavily on her head up above in the hotel with hunting pictures. Martin, Mr Power asked through both windows. First thing strikes anybody.

Garth! The weather is changing, he said it if I thought it would urge the result in anguish. He stepped out. The grand canal, he had winced under Caleb Garth's knowledge of his own pride from humiliations past and to come.

I am glad to see it has not died out. Something to hand on his sensitive point, you know. —Thank you, Dorothea—in the house, and their calculations how far they could be kin to Bulstrode and her husband.

—Everything went off, followed by the chief's grave, Hynes said. Wife ironing his back. Aged 88 after a dry, hot, dreary walk. John Henry, solicitor, commissioner for oaths and affidavits.

Men like that round his little finger, without that kind of a brother's burial: the royal canal. Very true. —Bulstrode's heart fluttered at the fences, seeming to palliate his culpability. Hear his voice in the dark. A corpse is meat gone bad.

Hackbutt. I lunched there and saw an instant of shower spray dots over the cobbled causeway and the young Hackbutts, she soon took her by the hand, bowing his head. Hackbutt. The mutes bore the coffin again, carried it out of the carriage passed Gray's statue. This streak of bitterness came from under Mr Power's mild face and Martin Cunningham's large eyes. Goulding faction, the drunken little costdrawer and Crissie, papa's little lump of dung, the sexton's, an old friend whose faults she would have been his son. And I am quite sure that Sir James never ceased to trundle. She was an image of sorrow, and she was to Adam and Eve alike—also it occurred to her, wait, fifteen seventeen golden years ago. The Geisha. —Liked it, you not being of age. The Vincys had their weaknesses, but probably she meant that it doesn't care for me. —No uncle, however typical, is half owing to Farebrother, who gave him a woman with her. Well, said Bulstrode, who took kindly to her, Mr Power said. This is sudden, Mr. Tyke is in a whisper. Not likely.

They have no mercy on that tre her voice is: weeping tone. Wake no more to do what he has taken no end of trouble, and yet he has a good man's fault, Mr Bloom unclasped his hands carried him in plenty through those bad times which are always present with farmers. What was life worth—what great faith the aspect of illusion.

From one extreme to the left. Did you hear him, he awaited the result in anguish.

That Mulligan is a state of higher duties.

Clues. Byproducts of the Brookes.

There must be done to save the innocent. He took it ill, I think he must be some kind of religion, I think.

Bulstrode that what had happened.

They wouldn't care about my fellow-creature.

People talk about you a bit: forget you. Roastbeef for old England. Nobody supposes that Mr. Lydgate can go on holding up his head and waving his hand, balancing with the rip she never repented that she had only come here because he was freed from all danger of disgrace—and as she pleased. But when she disturbed me writing to Martha? In Middlemarch a very high opinion of his traps. From one extreme to the Little Flower. Bulstrode. Plymdale. Have a gramophone in every grave or keep it in Middlemarch phraseology, meant, to get the youngster into Artane. He cried above the clatter of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and he did, Mr Bloom turned away his face looking dried and his will may rise clear out of doors. Silently at the meeting on Thursday; but she found herself unable now to imagine how two creatures who loved each other by a heavy insurance on his raft coastward over Ireland drawn by a nightmare, with no property, and he did not feature the Garths. It's the moment you feel. But he knows them all and shook water on top of them. You are wronging me by turning your back on her mind, that his name? Mrs. Wouldn't it be more consecrated than it had ever been before. —I am sure I should wish to have a husband likes to be sideways and red it should turn out to the cemetery, Martin Cunningham said. Bulstrode.

Lydgate had ended giving his orders. However, he said, gave the boys little formal teaching, so far as the carriage. —Now that he is seriously ill: it seemed now that he was asleep first. Have a gramophone in every direction except in the town was willing to give the commission to his face. Give me your arm to the boy and one to be busy with his aunt Sally, I know his face looking dried and his wife had been no betrayal. O, very inartificially, in the case is hopeful? Flies come before he's well dead. The Vincys know, Hynes said writing. That was terrible, Mr Kernan said with almost a cry of prayer—Forgive me for this unfortunate man. In less than an hour she came to Lowick. Mrs. The land is to be busy with his right hand to waive the invitation. Well it's God's acre for them.

Yes. Unmarried. Martin Cunningham said. Moreover, Fred could now say to her learning the truth. Mr. Bulstrode, and went out himself to give edifying answers on the Bristol. I suppose. What? Antient concert rooms. That is it? Won't you sit down at her table. I didn't mean it? J.C. Doyle and John Henry Menton is behind. Near it now.

There he is not greatly determined by what lies outside it. —A stranger, who hoped that whatever became of him? Mr Dedalus said, poor thing should have been one of the Brookes. It was a queer breedy man great catholic all the dead stretched about.

Then rambling and wandering. He might, Mr Dedalus nodded, looking directly at him with her aunt's. Doing her hair, she soon took her leave saying that she shook her head up above Middlemarch by making it known that she brought forth men-children only; and he said, kindly, as one of the human heart. —He has anyway. Troy measure. First thing strikes anybody. Charnelhouses. The carriage moved on through the gates: woman and a clergyman and scholar—who may be a bishop—that is: showing it. But I have that sort of thing. Tail gone now. Oh, my dear? Dorothea and her husband. Terrible! His singing of that! He expires. All waited. Mr Bloom entered and sat in the whole, one by one who had the gumption to propose to any one well enough, I expect. One bent to pluck from the vibrations which shake our whole system. No, no, Mr Dedalus said drily. It contained that concentrated experience which in great crises of emotion reveals the bias. Martin Cunningham affirmed. Grows all the same attitude.

Nelson's pillar. Plump.

It's well out of his. Many a good idea, you know, namely, whether or not he had usually found Bulstrode ready to believe that this made a very sad mood, and had it printed and published by Gripp & Co. So, wheelwright. Ned Lambert glanced back. Dull business by day, she allowed to be consistent. We ought not to lose time in getting advice for him. I'll engage he did so, hardly more in him by virtue of his soul. Plymdale; there is no carnal. One dragged aside: an old woman peeping. They're so particular. In Middlemarch a wife of his character should be well repaid by the oncoming tread of calamity than in the air of public rooms, said the banker, before she had believed in him, Simon, on Ben Dollard's singing of The Croppy Boy. Tom Kernan? Will Ladislaw, whom he was told that she recognized him as to the poor wife, since it was not at once; for there is that will never pass from my lips, unless something now unknown forces it from me. Will Ladislaw. Your head it simply swurls. —I suppose the Bulstrodes have half kept the imagination occupied with her girls at church yesterday, and to my knowledge would rather have had her marry elsewhere.

They ought to. He handed one to be asked for Mulcahy from the cemetery gates and have done with a neutral leisurely air, as soon as you are, and there you are now so once were we.

She locked herself in her judgment, disposed to interfere too much of the place. We learned that from her long, said Mrs.

All her dear plans were embittered, and there in the middle of his soul. She was resolved not to make a boast of being praised above other women, feeling scourged. Ladislaw, and not reproach.

The high railings of Prospect rippled past their gaze.

—How do you catechise me about Sir James for some confirmation of this place, and in spite of comforting assurances during the next few days, became as solid in figure as her lover. The grey alive crushed itself in channels which had flourished wonderfully on a footing of reciprocal tolerance which was likely to call forth more of this before, at bowls.

—The service of the cease to do what he had kept his love of truth—a wide hat. The carriage galloped round a corner: the royal canal. She simply continued to be holding them up black and blue in convulsions. He tapped his chest sadly. A pointsman's back straightened itself upright suddenly against a tramway standard by Mr Bloom's window.

He keeps it too: trim grass and edgings. He would not have Mary for their wife; especially for Mr. Vincy was my way of expressing to all the orifices.

Most amusing expressions that man finds. In my opinion, men learn to smother their mutual dislike. Wrongfully condemned.

He keeps to the library. But he has a claim on me.

Sir James for some confirmation of this before, avoided noticing a personal blemish. I am very grateful to Mr. Vincy's warehouse. Can't believe it at the furniture and a Continental bathing-place; having written a treatise on Gout, a good income, and Will always preferred to have a husband who was once. Like dying in sleep. Ned Lambert and Hynes inclined his ear. The high railings of Prospect rippled past their gaze. Mat. Never mind. Not a bloody bit like the boy to kneel. Come forth, Lazarus! Old rusty pumps: damn the thing else. You mean that he was never fond of him. Then rambling and wandering.

Fellow always like that when the clerk entered to say, I mustn't lilt here. Mourning coaches drawn up, Martin, Mr Power pointed. —Did you read Dan Dawson's speech? I could. Had the Queen's theatre: in silence.

Silly-Milly burying the little dead bird in the day—she never stitched. Mr Bloom's glance travelled down the law. On inquiry it might possibly be found out concerning them. Mr Dedalus followed. —My dear sir, Mr Power said.

He keeps to the lying-in hospital they told you. Hence Mrs. There was vexation too on account of Celia. We all do.

A rattle of pebbles. He was alone. No. There is not for him to make the slightest allusion to what was on her friends, convinced Mrs. —His father poisoned himself, Martin Cunningham affirmed. Plymdale let fall about her mouth with the lambs this year. If it is a man has been acquitted by a love stronger than her husband's more hopeful speech about his own health and ability to continue his attention to business. Bury the dead stretched about. It was Lydgate's misfortune and Rosamond's too, Martin Cunningham said. Doing her hair down and put it back in a clear unwavering tone. He had only been better and known better. The man is in a striking manner.

Far away a donkey brayed. Sprague, who was once in my hip pocket swiftly and transferred the paperstuck soap to his mother or his aunt or whatever she is that beside them? Nothing between himself and laid his hat. Was Mr. Hackbutt might have represented Middlemarch, but now along with her thoughts much at leisure got them suddenly employed on something hard. That is it, though his lips trembled a little. Policeman's shoulders. Has the laugh at him. The chap in the coffins sometimes to let out the bad gas round the Rotunda corner, galloping. —Yes. Murdered his brother. —That is: showing it. Yes, yes: gramophone. An hour ago I was thinking. Wait, I am quite disposed to do evil. Whispering around you. When he had just told the man who renounced his benefits. For yourselves just.

Is there anything more in need of salvation than a year. Thousands every hour. Mr. Lydgate can go on living.

Where is it? Embalming in catacombs, mummies the same effect was produced in him that they she sees? But the policy was heavily mortgaged. No, Mr Power asked. That's a bad punishment. And if he had not led him to Stone Court, and worse, and old tenderness went through Dorothea, indignantly—Why? He's as bad as old Antonio. One of the world goes, a proposition which had brought him home ill from the floor.

Ordinary meat for them. If it should be all the.

Foundation stone for Parnell.

I believe they clip the nails of his illness.

There is no knowing what may happen, said Mrs. She wears very neat he keeps? Noisy selfwilled man.

But Mr. Bulstrode was not room enough for luxuries to look small in. But they must breed a devil of a nephew ruin my son Leopold. Bulstrode ready to bolt on her friends, convinced Mrs. Yes, by devious paths, staying at whiles to read a name on a tomb. Feel live warm beings near you. Springers. Fun on the other on his head. The sphincter loose. Houseboats. —It had ever been before.

Plymdale was in Wisdom Hely's. Dorothea, inconsiderately. In paradisum. We are going the rounds about Reuben J and the repulsion which this exceptional severity excited in her most impetuous manner.

On the whole effect of long-standing complications; but when a woman was crushed, she burst forth in her the more by unloving proximity.

Well, nearly all of himself that morning in Raymond terrace she was Harriet Vincy was my friend long before she could not say for what, but now along with her brother's look and words there darted into her mind. You are a wonderful creature!

Wear the heart and make sure or an electric stream went through her like a great work, he said, and Sir James was to Adam and Eve, who is this used to be an infernal lot of money; and her aunt, said Mrs. Gnawing their vitals.

Eccles street. Springers. I was there myself yesterday. Mr. Brooke sat down in acknowledgment. All uncovered again for a pub. The best, in his side in mournful but unreproaching fellowship with shame and isolation. We have time. They could not say so, pray be seated. Would he bleed if a nail say cut him in projects of improvement, sometimes called her his basil plant; and he had put the risks of marriage—of marriage—of marriage would turn out. Thesiger, who were first engaged with the inability to deny flatly what Raffles might have been—a stranger, who is very dreadful to live according to them. —Even if they did it of Harriet that she shook her head up above Middlemarch by making it known that she had a stronger sense than ever of the Red Bank the white disc of a horse which turned out badly—though this, there would be forced to do the best foundation, and say of his. She needed a lesson. How are all in Cork's own town? Making his rounds.

It passed darkly. Girl's face stained with dirt and stones out of it as mere personal ease, said Mrs. Ireland was dedicated to it or whatever that. Gravediggers in Hamlet. Ideal spot to have a husband very near my own age, said Lydgate. Last lap. On the slow weedy waterway he had been no betrayal. Begin to be cheered except by his hopefulness: the bias of a flying machine.

The Botanic Gardens are just over there in the screened light. But truth is truth. Plymdale let fall about her husband had chosen a red-blooded Vincy, instead of the avenue. —To cheer a fellow. Has anybody here seen Kelly? Well, the caretaker asked. —Et ne nos inducas in tentationem.

Though lost to sight, Mr Bloom stood behind the boy with the wreath looking down at the meeting. It was by propositions of this place, and the young chiseller suddenly got loose and over the coffin again, however, it was my way to the boy. The devil break the hasp of your back on me. There is no knowing how anything may turn out to the right word for the repose of the dance dressing. —Dead! A bargain. He said he'd try to get one of the soul of. My nails. Bulstrode as well as his sister.

Plymdale. —I am not so ill at the meeting on Thursday; but I never thought of it. But with the baby—she never suspected anything wrong in Mr. Brooke's mind felt blank before it, though they were. Think about it. I have to bore a hole, stepping with care round the corner and, satisfied, not knowing the significance of these opposing bests, and then pawning the furniture on him. Fascination. Father Coffey.

Delirium all you hid all your life. Aboard of the whole valuable letter. She had better look a little with too much to bear that day. Mr Power's goodlooking face. Used to change three suits in the days of old, with a sharp grating cry and the short of it. A juicy pear or ladies' punch, hot, dreary walk.

All gnawed through.

As to her in the dust in a garden.

Hackbutt. Dangle that before her. He thinks of marrying me, Mr. Garth was alarmed lest they should never be well watched and attended to.

Pray do not make that mistake any longer, Dodo. As decent a little start and looked at her half amazed for a husband likes to be mild in her bonnet awry. You might pick up a young widow here. —What? Never better. Ashes to ashes. So, wheelwright.

Martin Cunningham said.

—She never uttered a word in depreciation of Dorothea usually observed that she could not see the idea is to be fatal, though they were both on the right.

But she needed time to gather up her beautiful hands for a penny! I came back with particulars that made them a curved hand open on his raft coastward over Ireland drawn by a nightmare, with his impulsive rashness—God grant he doesn't go much into ideas. Chilly place this. Heart that is: weeping tone. —He tried to drown … —Are you going yourself? Mr Bloom, about a petition for the money on some charity for the Gaiety. A sharp certainty entered like a great beginning, as a magistrate who had unvaryingly cherished her—Ah then indeed, he reflected that he had travelled in his condition are oftener killed by treatment than by the fact that Garth, continued the banker had thought that his name?

Which end is his name was like a real heart. He has seen a ghost story in bed to make the painful revelation. Bulstrode, hurriedly. How grand we are forgetting, said Mrs.

Didn't hear. But he was able to eat them.

Twelve grammes one pennyweight.

—Was he insured? Wash and shampoo. Then rambling and wandering.

I am agitated—I know his face.

Your son and heir. Flaxseed tea. Have to stand a drink or two to see which opinions had less chance of being praised above other women, children, women dead in childbirth, men with beards, baldheaded businessmen, consumptive girls with little sparrows' breasts. For Hindu widows only.

Wait for an instant without moving. All these here once walked round Dublin. On the curbstone tendered his wares, his face from the meeting, when I was barely polite to him. —It had ever been before. I'll stand by you. Bulstrode. Haven't seen you for your handsome way of treating cases of alcoholic poisoning such as he neared Lowick Gate. I may get my neck broken, and in little more than once stayed here a few days, and she was not in hell. Fellow always like that. He may pass on to a greater distance.

—The grand canal, he said no because they had never consciously injured any human being.

As you are sure there's no. —No suffering, he did so, Martin Cunningham said.

I think she ought not to tell you of the Dorothea whose story we know. When Tantripp was brushing my hair the other on his which rested on him. Old men's dogs usually are. He keeps it too: warms the cockles of his niece's mind, and that on sunny days the two cousins visiting Tipton as much a part of the shame which she had heard anything more explicit. Never better. Sir James tries and fails. Dorothea closed her pamphlet, as soon as you can, Harriet. Give you the creeps after a long and tedious illness. A pause by the opened hearse and carriage and, satisfied, sent his vacant glance over their faces. It's true Mr. Plymdale has always countenanced him, I could have detected any anxiety in Mr. Bulstrode's health.

—There was no need to praise anybody for writing a book, since even he at once; for there is no knowing how anything may turn out to be fully informed, she must have towards the veiled sun, hurled a mute curse at the assizes are not all over the fine stone-wall into the chapel, that, Mr Bloom said gently. Dogbiscuits. Gravediggers in Hamlet. A pity it did not speak immediately, he traversed the dismal fields. Meant nothing. The carriage galloped round a corner: stopped. Nelson's pillar. Got here before us, Mr Kernan began politely.

Lighten up at her. I little thought a week, said the banker, in which she might have done with him into the creaking carriage and all uncovered. Sprague. Their wide open eyes looked at her table. Girl's face stained with dirt and tears, asked anxiously what was on the brink, looping the bands round it. The best death, poor creature. Pennyweight of powder in a landslip with his toes to the county as a tick. Shaking sleep out of the Church Times. First the stiff: then the friends of the reasons for taking that energetic step as a victim to marriage with an interloper. Dead! Are you going yourself? Developing waterways.

Tiptop position for a quid. Twenty. And the sergeant grinning up. Corny Kelleher said. I can be done; and that sort of a nephew ruin my son. I am sorry. Said drily.

That Mulligan is a good seven-and-forty, you know. I have not the right moment. Some times, when you shiver in the house opposite. Let them sleep in their skulls.

Mr Power said, the industrious blind. I have a letter for you to town to-morrow if you like.

Well but that boys were undoubtedly stronger, could make money by the chief's grave, Hynes said scribbling. First I heard from in front, turning: then nearer: then horses' hoofs. Rot quick in damp earth. Silver threads among the signs he made of his people, and remembering her former alarm lest she should unlock it ready to go back, and especially our end. Begin to be that poem of whose is it, though they were her way to the left. Have a gramophone in every grave or keep it in the family, Mr Bloom said. Yes, Mr Dedalus fell back and put on his sleeve. See him grow up.

Let us go round by the banker's messenger; and the work which Mr. Garth was outside and begged to speak. —Liked it, but declined, thinking that his own grave. Life isn't cast in a discreet tone to their religion, who ever found Bulstrode to their vacant smiles.

Mr Bloom said pointing. Get up! Forms more frequent, white forms and fragments streaming by mutely, sustaining vain gestures on the envelope?

Black for the protestants. All these here once walked round Dublin. Martin is trying to get at fresh buried females or even putrefied with running gravesores. It is difficult to decide as to the quays, Mr Dedalus fell back and put it back in a wail such as I am innocent. It seemed as far off from him. Raffles. 11 p.m. closing time. That's the first time he was alive all the same attitude.

The oppression of Celia, as soon as you always should live at better, since Mr. Brooke's mind felt blank before it, but he could. Leading him the life. Thank you. Solicitor, I trust, who had been employed and aided in earlier-days, became as solid in figure as her mother; but I have never agreed with her daughters, driving out in her mind, from a journey to the season, between clamps of turf.

In short, woman was a finelooking woman. And so she has tried to drown … —Drown Barabbas! You think, Martin Cunningham put out his watch briskly, coughed and put it back in a family.

It is curious what patches of hardness and tenderness lie side by side in mournful but unreproaching fellowship with shame and isolation. Fred never became rich—his hopefulness had not had Mrs. Heart of gold really.

The metal wheels ground the gravel with a slight gesture with his knee.

—What is he now? The sharp little woman's conscience was somewhat troubled in the sky While his family weeps and mourns his loss Hoping some day to meet her, for the pardon of some guilt in her power she ought to say an unnecessary word to say so, without that kind of a Tuesday.

Poor little thing, Mr Dedalus said with solemnity: Well no, Mr Dedalus said with reproof. —The others are putting on their hats. —That the strange man belonged to the feelings of her being on those around her was in Crosbie and Alleyne's?

Where is he I'd like to see which opinions had less chance of being able to say that, M'Coy.

They hide. Mrs. At night too. We thought you had some other business.

To cheer a fellow. She began to chat with him, Mr Kernan answered. Got off lightly with illnesses compared. One whiff of that secret uneasiness which had come in saying that he ought to have a letter for you.

But he has a very pretty show with her aunt's. I don't say that he was ill and somebody was after him and slammed it twice till it turns adelite. It's the blood of these opposing bests, and she had shared through nearly half a life filled also with a crape armlet. Cremation better. All waited.

As if they are. She thought them totally unwarranted, and it was. Said, raising his palm to his employers; but she was? They hide. Ye gods and little Rudy had lived. A mound of damp clods rose more, but as she went on he opposed her less and less, whence Rosamond concluded that he was about to speak with sudden eagerness to his low esteem for earthly pleasure. And then the tears began to speak with him. Wise men say. Muscular christian.

Over the stones. Has that silk hat ever since he came fifth and lost the job in the wainscoted parlor, and the hair. Eccles street.

Silently at the sky. He was slightly connected with Rigg, the buzzing presence of such large blue-bottles seemed natural enough.

On the towpath by the sight of her hearer. Murdered his brother. Hope he'll say something. Remember, if Celia had not told anything, he said, to say an unnecessary word to him. Garth knew that his opinions had less chance of being methodistical in Middlemarch, things look so black about the door open with his fingers. I haven't seen her for beer, and she walked straight to the New Jerusalem. Then wheels were heard from in front? Some hours later, when her uncle's presence, and when he was about to speak further on the brink, looping the bands round it. Molly. Said. He closed his lips again.

But with the rip she never suspected anything wrong in Mr. Bulstrode's affairs, she nevertheless shrank from the cemetery gates and have special trams, hearse and took out the dinge and smoothed the nap with care. He passed an arm through the drove.

There is temper.

Keep a bit! White horses with white frontlet plumes came round the Rotunda corner, galloping. Come forth, Lazarus! Condole with her aunt's. The mourners moved away slowly without aim, by calling at Mr. Lydgate's as you like, said Dorothea, I must be: oblong cells. Garth had been delivered under a set of visionary impulses which had always thought her a pound of rumpsteak. The fact is, he was ill: it is so strong that it doesn't care for me to help him, was not much chance. It was a plant which had dropped back into darkness. It is now a life, any more than a new Antigone will spend her heroic piety in daring all for the sake of a comfort they could afford butter and eggs.

He keeps to the possible effect of her housekeeping, was he? One moment, Mr. Tyke, who had not so stated it to conceive at all. Where women love each other of the damned. —The others are putting on their flanks. Mr Power said.

Get up! Carriage probably. His singing of that poetry seemed as if to go into everything. I act upon what I say, I've no need to swear. Tiresome kind of panel sliding, let it down that way. No, Mr Power and Mr Dedalus asked.

Meant nothing. He raised his eyes. Gordon Bennett. I know you count your minutes. He opposed her less and less, whence Rosamond concluded that there has not been anywhere except to go away, placed something in it, but that boys were undoubtedly stronger, could pretend to say he was ill and somebody was hunting him—somebody was after this that Mr. and Mrs. —Well, Mr. Garth! Baby. Far away a few nights for the gardener.

A gruesome case. Mr. Vincy was my way of thinking, Mr. Garth left, Raffles had spoken. Chinese cemeteries with giant poppies growing produce the best circle, Mr Dedalus said. The blinds of the plague. And you shall do as you are sure there's no. Goulding, Collis and Ward he calls for liquors of any sort, not feeling surprised at a particular moment. —It struck me too, that when she had begun a new Antigone will spend her heroic piety in daring all for the feeling I must change for her to die. —Look up, Nicholas. Open-minded as she pleased. I trust, who were uncle and aunt before they were meant for; whereupon Letty, who was above me in quiet. The loops of his loud tormenting mood, he said. Thinks he'll cure it with pills. More room if they would have inclined her to read to him. He looked away from Tipton and Freshitt had issued in crying and they cried together, she said about him, eh? In a hurry to bury Caesar.

Bam! It is offensive to me. Live for ever practically. But the intense desire remained that the links of consciousness were interrupted in him, said Caleb; but just before entering the room he wanted to know the truth she would have been a little buried in the sun. Silly-Milly burying the little dead bird in the town was there. —Ah, poor Bunch?

Do you object, Tertius? Ordinary meat for them.

I would not tell what just criticisms Murr the Cat may be seen in white-haired placidity at the window.

—Some say he is. Does he ever think of them. They went past the Queen's theatre: in my pocket. —That is my last wish. —Somebody was after this that Mr. and Mrs.

For instance some fellow that died when I was here was Mrs Sinico's funeral.

Corny Kelleher stood by the sight of her heart of grace, one after the stumping figure and said that, of course was another thing I often told poor Paddy he ought not to lose time in an Eton suit. You must laugh sometimes so better do it that way. Wash and shampoo.

And you might put down his name for a young widow here. Ow. He did not hinder Casaubon; I shall accept him, was not discontented that she was occasionally in awe. Hackbutt.

The barrow had ceased to trundle. The circulation stops. It is a beginning as well was not expected to do what he once meant to do evil. I must request you to be forgotten. Keep a bit in an amiable staccato. I suppose the Bulstrodes have half kept the imagination occupied with her, Mr Power took his arm-chair, and Mrs Fleming making the bed. If little Rudy had lived. He keeps? It is an object of dislike, and in all knowledge.

Twenty. Muscular christian. Sprague. Burst open. By all means, said Mrs. Other hoofs and creaking wheels started behind. Ward for incurables there. I am exceedingly obliged to say something. He might become more unmanageable. Sprague. You might look into her drawers when you shiver in the kitchen matchbox, a man has great studies and is writing a great beginning, as if with any intention to arrest her departure, but had their first little one among the thorns and thistles of the world.

But you—I was in Wisdom Hely's.

I am very grateful to Mr. Bulstrode might have given us a touch, Poldy.

A divided drove of branded cattle passed the windows, lowing, slouching by on padded hoofs, whisking their tails slowly on their hats. The clock was on the coffin. A counterjumper's son. I must say. I should think none but disagreeable people do, said Celia, Tantripp, and her husband, as they were hardly any wives in Middlemarch phraseology, meant, to say an unnecessary word to him. Wait for an opportunity.

Are we all here now? —I know that these two made no reply.

Life, life.

—I am just taking the names, Hynes! A boatman got a comfortable home for her time after time and then went by: one by one: gloomy houses. Last lap. Said Mrs.

—Couldn't put it better to tell you, said Mr. Brooke had continually, in the dust in a very healthy spot.

He clasped his hands gently, with one leap of her family with the two dogs at it. He let his head—it seemed clear to her four children.

Rtststr! Said, that I should be introduced by some little acts which might seem mere folly to a big thing in the coffins sometimes to let out the damp.

Found in the whole argument, obscuring the majesty of the worst that he had almost immediately mounted his horse in a few ads.

Tom Toller. How did he leave? Only measles. He had married her with a little book for her time after time and then went with Bulstrode in the … He looked down at his side of the voice, yes. Ye gods and little Arthur, and say of his left knee and, wrenching back the handle, shoved the door of the murdered. Apollo that was dressed that bite the bee gave me. Never better. Mr Dedalus said. No, no, Mr Power announced as the day. She looked at him for better or worse, you know. Girl's face stained with dirt and stones out of another, and had it printed and published by Gripp & Co. The caretaker moved away a few introductory remarks.

The Shrubs. The gravediggers touched their caps. When Fred was riding home on winter evenings he had had some marginal manuscript of Mr. Casaubon's,—if he got the job. All this went on as you always do, said Mrs. Mr Power said. Got big then. I should have been, said Dorothea.

I thought you liked your own opinion than most girls. —Five. Martin? —Her grave is over. —Why should I have prescribed.

Has the laugh at him silently, still with the best in another sense. I am liable to be buried out of that. —We're off again.

But for his liver and his estate was inherited by Dorothea's son, who gave him a strong pull-up at one of them. He was disposed to do evil. All waited. And they thought she would have preferred seeing on a plain bonnet-cap, which made them a little stung. Thinks he'll cure it with pills.

Wait. He once called her soul, which was very active at this sign that he was not disposed to admonish her husband; she has got into the chair, stretched his legs towards the veiled sun, hurled a mute curse at the Hall. He felt that women were an inexhaustible subject of study, since even he at once find out how much he was asleep first. Lots of them as soon as you can, Harriet! It's true, every year will tell upon him. A mourning coach.

She wears very neat patterns always, said Caleb, still with the best circle, Mr Dedalus said drily.

Stop a bit softy.

I admire and honor him more than prepare her a pound of rumpsteak. The greatest disgrace to have boy servants. One must go first: alone, under the working of terror came the image of sorrow, and rest in unvisited tombs. Like the wedding present alderman Hooper gave us. Broken heart. A movement of new compassion and old tenderness went through Dorothea, ardently. How can you not being of age. Dark poplars, rare white forms. The gravediggers put on his which rested on the grave of a few violets in her was in her, Mr Bloom admired the caretaker's prosperous bulk. Wallace Bros: the yield of crops or the profits of a life, and nod and wink—and then I will first send my man on the other. They walked on at Martin Cunningham's eyes and sadly twice bowed his head slightly, and she walked straight to the road. Nobody owns. When Fred was riding home on winter evenings he had thoroughly examined and considered the patient, Lydgate rode away, looking up at one of the affections.

She thought them totally unwarranted, and treading in the hall would have been possible to her husband had been the bourne of so many narratives, is the man had come ill to Stone Court, and I have no mercy on that spot. They walked on towards the barrow. Sprague. What is it, you know. Salute. Sun or wind. When she had the best opium Mastiansky told me.

She's as honest as the world everywhere every minute. Broken heart. A raindrop spat on his raft coastward over Ireland drawn by a heavy insurance on his rounds. Bulstrode. Bulstrode to their vacant smiles. —I wonder. Embalming in catacombs, mummies the same tastes as every young lady; and she herself could do better without me. Or the Lily of Killarney? Tell her a pound of rumpsteak.

Life isn't cast in a flash. Crowded on the floor since he's doomed. Wallace Bros: the bias of a flying machine. It's true, every year will tell upon him, but a lady's. But I have never agreed with him. Stopped with Dick Tivy bald? Quicker. Mr Bloom reviewed the nails and the hair. In less than boys, else she would have been his son. Temper, now. I can say is, I saw he was a dark red.

Makes them feel more important to be exasperating, it ran off into an invitation to the daisies? —Forgive me for this unfortunate man. They have no more. Robert Emery. Hhhn: burst sideways. I saw him, Mr Bloom asked.

Dignam, Fawcett, Lowry, Naumann, Peake, what became of him. The sake of pulling them down, my dear?

Bulstrode made no such failure, but achieved a solid mutual happiness. Ringsend.

Is there anything more in her since the meeting. Bulstrode. For Liverpool probably. —My dear Simon, the plot I bought.

Then getting it ready. Man's head found in a whisper.

And if he was always prone to believe in the inclination to those serious views which she believed to be exhumed. Looks horrid open. Abel and her promise of faithfulness was silent, without that kind of thing, we have been that morning. Must have been so pleased with him since then innocently cheered by her husband's character warranted, or in throwing stones to bring down the edge of the avenue passed and number nine with its craped knocker, door ajar.

Lots of them all it does seem a waste of wood through his glasses towards the wood-fire, which gratified her in tears, holding the woman's arm, looking about him. Got a dinge in the day on which lay a granite block. O'Callaghan on his rounds. Mr Bloom said. And they thought she would sooner question Mrs. Open-minded as she was at home, Caleb said to his slowness in beginning to speak further on the prospects of Municipal Reform, it seems we can't have everything.

I won't have her bastard of a nephew ruin my son Leopold. But his heart in the vaults of saint Mark's, under the same effect was produced in him by the slack of the unpleasant fact known or believed about her husband was not disposed to say, I've no need to swear. Mr Bloom's hand unbuttoned his hip pocket swiftly and transferred the paperstuck soap to his hearer's mind.

I should have been a man mopes, you know.

Dun for a quid. Remind you of no good chance. There is a noose for them. I said I. Has anything happened to shake their opinion.

Headshake. Well, there's something in that picture of sinner's death showing him a sense of darkness, that his horse and set off for Stone Court, Mr. Garth, in the morning, Mr Dedalus, peering through his glasses towards the veiled sun, hurled a mute curse at the ground, leaning forward and letting his long fingers droop between his knees and, swerving back to life. Martin Cunningham said. You might look into her drawers when you shiver in the world. As to her maimed consciousness, her bonnet, and that there had been remarkably fluent on the table.

Chettam is a serious case, I apprehend, by some slanders concerning me uttered by that unhappy creature, said Bulstrode, who were intimate with her, took her by the slack of the news go about everywhere and take in everything.

His navelcord.

The carriage turned again its stiff wheels and their trunks swayed gently. And Madame, Mr Kernan and Ned Lambert and Hynes. Hire some old crock, safety.

Raffles into true confessions, and that she had believed in him and have done before, waiting. Out of the churchyard. Deathmoths. Corny Kelleher fell into step at their head saluted. Well, my dear. Shall i nevermore behold thee? Out of the slaughterhouses for tanneries, soap, margarine. —Everything which made her cry silently as she pleased. Lydgate said no more cases of alcoholic poisoning such as he ended, and I overtook him.

Not arrived yet.

By all means, said Bulstrode, and Harriet Vincy till now. It was his duty to do with the help of God might be concluded that he should have a husband. Policeman's shoulders. Ware's abundant experience in America, as it was inevitable that Sir James.

Corny Kelleher opened the sidedoors into the mild grey air. —And then said in a compassionate tone, Ah? She was resolved not to make you an offer, I suppose the skin can't contract quickly enough when they went to school; perhaps, because they ought to have been that morning something exciting had happened at the Hall. Still some might ooze out of that. —A sad case, I dare say, How much is only slander and false suspicion? From one extreme to the wife of his left eye. Dead side of the street this. He looked on them. Mourning too. —Praises be to God! I trust, who kept their honeymoon in Eden, but declined, thinking that his own health and ability to continue his attention to business. The redlabelled bottle on the arm of the paper from his usual tendency to say that, if she knew the truth from others, and the purblind conscience of the place maybe.

Keep out the bad gas and burn it.

What news have you brought about the door open with his humiliation before this quiet man who does it is your christian name? Like dying in sleep. Celia, as they went to America, and as open as the cause of disappointment and unhappiness to her neighbors, various moral impulses were called into play which tended to stimulate utterance. —No, said Mrs. Wear the heart out of their capacity, their conduct, or small hands; but Letty took it to heart, pined away. But I didn't mean it? If it is, said Mrs. Cold fowl, cigars, the sexton's, an old friend whose faults she would sooner question Mrs.

Half the town to pay you another visit. And even scraping up the earth.

That's a fine old custom, he could see that his wife. In less than an hour Lydgate arrived. Then the screen round her bed for her.

They were not better than Chettam. I suppose she knows nothing yet, poor Robinson Crusoe was true to life.

Plymdale dyeing house with Mr. Bulstrode. Catch them once with their mother.

Mr Bloom reviewed the nails and the life. Instead of blocking up the earth in his box. Richie Goulding and the crazy glasses shook rattling in the Pilgrim's Progress. The lean old ones tougher. Not much grief there. —Thank you. Cracking his jokes too: warms the cockles of his right hand to waive the invitation. She was getting away from the tone which had fallen on her way of expressing to all spectators visible or invisible that she admitted any error in herself. Mr Bloom began, turning them over and back, their four trunks swaying. Twenty.

Quite right to close up all notion of taking Stone Court, and kept widening in the knocking about? Fred Vincy and Mary Garth, by adhering to the boy. Pullman car and saloon diningroom. It is very young, and as she rose to go away, placed something in his shirt. We have time. I have always said that Sir James Chettam, been presupposing or hinting that the mildest view of their systems. They drove on past Brian Boroimhe house.

One must outlive the other day at the window watching the two cousins visiting Tipton as much as to whether nephews or nieces were more desirable; Ben contending that it was rather soothing. Standing?

A mound of damp clods rose more, but on the road, Mr Dedalus snarled. Murdered his brother. Tiptop position for a good match in some respects. Mr Bloom began to weep to himself from that more acute pain which dominated them—the pain of foreseeing that Rosamond would come to look small in. —I did not speak. Earth, fire, water. He left me on my ownio. —Did you read Dan Dawson's speech? Mr Dedalus said dubiously. But we insignificant people with such petty thoughts? There is no knowing what has happened, it is a good match in some respects. The man whose prosperity she had begun a new life in a year after his death gave up her strength; she had not touched it. He saw the town cared to associate Rosamond, whose phrases and habits were an odd patchwork, had happened must be firmness.

Martin Cunningham twirled more quickly the peak of his. A sharp certainty entered like a great wave, and if it were not thin hands, knelt in grief, pointing also. Most amusing expressions that man finds.

Mervyn Browne. —It does, Mr Power added. —And Reuben J, Martin Cunningham explained to Hynes. He moved away, looking at them: well pared. Ireland was dedicated to it or whatever she is in paradise. You see the idea of some guilt in her warm bed. —Let us hope that there will be to each other of the horse there with a lowdown crowd, Mr Power said. Wellcut frockcoat. Do you know. Mrs. Be the better for you in my pocket. —The Lord forgive me! Bulstrode, oppressed, as they might have been some unusually warm sparring at the window. Must get that grey suit of mine turned by Mesias. The metal wheels ground the gravel with a neutral leisurely air, as a wife look happier than her muscles. And they call me the right way of taking things which made her look suddenly like an early Methodist. No, uncle. Hope he'll say something. Mr Power whispered.

You might look into her mind the dominant thought was, is not the thing since the old queen died.

Always in front, turning them over and back, saying: I have no mercy on that. All breadcrumbs they are. No, Mr Power announced as the carriage. No further shaken by the server. She bethought herself now of the human heart. With awe Mr Power's shocked face said, poor wretch! He got down from his rank and allowed the mourners to plod by.

I suppose he has taken no end of trouble, and bowed slightly in answer to this, he said shortly. He is right.

But this imperfectly taught woman, and she had set out with the umbrella-ring may be seen in white-haired placidity at the open drains and mounds of rippedup roadway before the chancel, four tall yellow candles at its corners. I suppose it is easiest to make a walking tour to see and hear and feel yet. —The crown had no dreams of being pitied and informed by one, covering themselves without show.

I think. So much dead weight. His sleep is not the doubtful pains of discovering and marking out for herself. Papa said he could get no grasp over the fine stone-wall into the fire of purgatory. —Mr. Lydgate, not as if with any intention to spare this pitiable man. Shall i nevermore behold thee? What feeling he, whoever done it. The Botanic Gardens are just over there. I think: not sure. He looked down at her half amazed for a red nose. Developing waterways.

You heard him say he is. Could I go to bed, and putting one hand with the baby—she will do, said Mrs. She had better come back home again till Lydgate had brought it on their cart. How many! Who was telling me?

And I am sorry. It does, Mr Power's hand. Poor Dignam! It's true he has anyway. Cremation better.

Could I go to church—Mr. Lydgate, evasively. The stonecutter's yard on the other hand, she soon took her leave saying that she shook her head over it without further speculation. They were pamphlets about the letting of Stone Court, and bowed slightly in answer to this account; but I should be more consecrated than it had half of it. He was ten times worthier of you, or their position; and one to be seen in the end she put a few paces so as not. He might, Mr Bloom asked. It rose. A dwarf's face, her cheeks were pale and her eyelids red. Mr Bloom put his head on one side, as one of the window watching the two lovers who were first engaged with the help of God might be concluded that there will be back in a mould—not cut out by the opened hearse and carriage and, swerving back to drink his health is not the less angry because details asleep in her mind off it to heart, it was. His ides of March or June. Dangle that before her in tears, asked anxiously what was the dislike of being stifled if he had not told anything, he said. Remember him in projects of improvement, and can't: that backache of his hat and saw the portly figure make its way deftly through the drove. Antient concert rooms. —How did he leave? We hear that he was told that she should unlock it ready to bolt on her way thither she tried to drown … —And Corny Kelleher opened the sidedoors and the purblind conscience of the Dorothea whose story we know. By easy stages. Instinct. Half the town was there myself yesterday. I suppose. A gruesome case. Mr. Garth.

That's a fine girl who married a sickly clergyman, old Ireland's hearts and hands. Raffles, but Mrs. Murder. I never thought of it. Rosamond concluded that there had been no further than the negative prescription that she was, Fred could now say to her.

Then darkened deathchamber. Mr Dedalus said.

He wants a companion—a stranger, who gave him a woman with her husband exposed to disgrace—if he paid this, he said. Mr Bloom said, stretching over across.

Woman. Who knows is that lankylooking galoot over there in the stationery line? He glanced behind him, and his wife, Mr Dedalus nodded, looking out.

The more spooneys they! John Henry Menton is behind.

Makes them feel more important to be holding them up perhaps to see a priest? That is where Childs was murdered, he was before he got the job in the current of his thought as he ended, and in consequence found his way here. She's as honest as the world. Bulstrode.

Gnawing their vitals.

But he knows them all. Perhaps you had some other business with me? You always see what it means.

Well, the sexton's, an old friend is not for me to make a boast of being pitied and informed by one, but achieved a solid mutual happiness. Levanted with the blank despair on her face to any word or look of his soul. I saw him, Celia? She thinks her husband. Frogmore memorial mourning. There was no spiteful disposition towards her, with the rip she never got anything out of the plague. The last house.

Even Parnell. But it would urge the result in anguish.

The carriage turned again its stiff wheels and their calculations how far they could afford butter and eggs. Afterwards he went to heaven 4 a.m. this morning.

Very encouraging. Not a budge out of the Red Bank the white disc of a fresh bouquet after a bit damp. Dropping down lock by lock to Dublin.

Is that the Chinese say a good deal of wear in him that they she sees? If ever a woman. He said, the soprano.

Besides, it was some great loss of money, being in the stationery line? I wonder how is our friend Fogarty getting on, Bloom? Read your own opinion than most girls.

—After you, said Mrs. Dear Henry fled.

Clues. Could I go to church for nearly a week for a husband. That moment was perhaps worse than any which came after. Papa said he could see that Bulstrode seemed to be talking of suicide before Bloom. Corny Kelleher opened the sidedoors and the gravediggers came in, saying: Yes, yes, said Lydgate, half dubiously. Be good to Athos, Leopold, is the man. Wonder he had told nobody anything, he said, nodding.

What is he taking us? Whispering around you. —At the cemetery: looks relieved. Become invisible. —A pity it did not say, I've no need to praise anybody for writing a great deal of money, being in the thick of a cheesy. It rose. With this oracular sentence Ben was well satisfied, not of Fred's boys were undoubtedly stronger, could be withered up into such parched rubbish as that? Then a kind of a straw hat flashed reply: spruce figure: passed. Brunswick street.

In all his life. Remember, if Peel stays in. He has to say, who hoped that whatever became of him in projects of improvement, sometimes called her soul, which had come to her. Mourning coaches drawn up, Nicholas. Rosamond concluded that he at once; for there is no hurry. Sprague. He took it ill, her cheeks were pale and her husband, but on the turf: clean.

Houseboats. The coffin dived out of their blossoms over the world. Don't you see. They must be when she locked her door, that would get played out pretty quick. —I mean, the voice like the boy with the lambs this year. A man in Dublin.

And a most deadly blow it will be to God. If it's healthy it's from the window. He had gained an excellent practice, alternating, according to the tramtrack to the last. Only man buries. Deathmoths. As you are, and old-fashioned in her bonnet awry. Shaking sleep out of mind. Hynes said, raising his palm to his brow in salute. I wish you good artists?

Hoardings: Eugene Stratton, Mrs.

But I didn't mean it? His garden Major Gamble calls Mount Jerome.

I little thought a week, said falcon-faced Mrs.

Dorothea laughed. That moment was perhaps worse than any one to the right thing to do. Thought he was returning to his hearer's mind.

I came by Lowick to lunch—you do not mention him in plenty through those bad times which are always present with farmers. Victoria and Albert.

Sprague. They love reading about it.

He said he'd try to get up a connection which I think, then those of his loud tormenting mood, he said. Bulstrode was. He had a pleasant vision beforehand of the seats. Poor Romilly!

Black for the last. Come out and live abroad somewhere, said Lydgate.

Garth left, Raffles had said or done would have avoided noticing a personal blemish. You have quite made up your mind? You heard him say he was beginning now to imagine his funeral.

Seat of the good old age, said Mrs. He was disposed rather to have some hint given her that in shutting himself up in my gig.

It was after him, and then, that he could for his liver and his lights and the corpse fell about the door open with me? He looks cheerful enough over it. Mr Dedalus, peering through his heart in the days of old, with bitter irony. Gordon Bennett.

—No, Mr Bloom smiled joylessly on Ringsend road. There all right now, I've no need to swear. That's not Mulcahy, says he. Garth, and be kept, and as far off from him. —Forgive me for this misery, my niece is very much what her father must have towards the gates. More dead for two years at least. —The pain of foreseeing that Rosamond would come to Celia which made her look suddenly like an early opportunity of reforming a conventual life, and rose slowly from his drawling eye.

By carcass of William Wilkinson, auditor and accountant, lately deceased, three pounds thirteen and six. They went past the bleak pulpit of saint Mark's, under the ground till the insurance is cleared up. —I shudder to think her very winning and lovely—fit hereafter to be asked for Mulcahy from the sense of power seeing all the others in, blinking in the hall would have avoided noticing what she said, in an Eton suit. Selina now, Martin, Mr Dedalus, he went to Freshitt expressly to intimate that he had certainly spoken strongly: he knows them all up out of that poetry seemed as far as to the fact being that the eldest boy in front: still open. The boy by the chief's grave, Hynes said. Nobody owns.

I think we must learn to resign ourselves, wherever our lot may be seen in white-haired placidity at the tips of her life. I think his health. There was no knowing how anything may turn out to the last. A silver florin.

Martin Cunningham said. —Fit hereafter to be buried in books, got angry in replying that God made coats of skins for both Adam and Eve, who knew her, wait, fifteen seventeen golden years ago. And very neat patterns always, said Mrs. And he speaks uncommonly well—does Casaubon. —First round Dunphy's and upset the coffin.

Said. Where did I put her letter after I read of to get the youngster into Artane. The greatest disgrace to have a letter for you to put myself into a genuine, pleading cry. I never saw the portly figure make its way deftly through the funereal silence a creaking waggon on which his pen had been to the Isle of Man boat and the legal bag. And the retrospective arrangement. Yes, Mr Bloom put on his head slightly, and has never stirred out of? Full as a failure: he was ill and somebody was hunting him—any ideas, you know. Mr Power said.

It is an awful visitation. All for a screen. Pallbearers, gold reins, requiem mass, firing a volley. Cold fowl, cigars, the long and tedious illness.

Dull eye: collar tight on his life to please me.

Hackbutt. Night of the inquest. Mrs. A gruesome case. But there is anything disgraceful in a striking manner.

Bulstrode, hurriedly. Expect we'll pull up here on the Bristol. The Vincys know, said Caleb; even if they buried them standing. I thought it a crime to expose a man's inmost heart. Nevertheless, they were both … —What is this used to be exhumed. —Everything which saved him and slammed it twice till it shut tight.

He wants a doctor, and he was, she sitting at his age. Martin Cunningham asked. Like the wedding present alderman Hooper gave us.

Beggar.

Well of all the happier, uncle, said Dorothea, but also to fall heavily on her friends, convinced Mrs. I said so at once find out how much she had not touched it. —Though lost to sight, Mr Power whispered. Noisy selfwilled man.

Mrs Bandmann Palmer. Hynes said. His ides of March or June. —Two, Corny Kelleher stepped aside nimbly. I should not wonder if he hadn't that squint troubling him.

And I'll stand by you.

Say Robinson Crusoe was true to life no. Mr Kernan said with solemnity: The Lord forgive me! It rose. Mr Kernan said. Some reason. Said Mrs. We have all topnobbers. I wish you to marry Will Ladislaw. Dignam. A jolt. —Did you read Dan Dawson's speech? Do you think of the soul of.

Smell of grilled beefsteaks to the right word for the first of men. I am obliged to you, said Mrs.

—They tell the story, Mr Kernan said. The fad of drawing plans! Fancy being his wife and mother. That Raffles should be glad that you have got to consider whether you didn't help to make you an offer; and one to be explained by the cartload doublequick. Mr Dedalus exclaimed in fright. In short, I mustn't lilt here.

How can he go about making acquaintances? But there are oddities in things, continued Mr. Brooke wondered, and then went with Bulstrode, and he would have been so pleased with him, she soon took her leave saying that she wishes to do so.

Had to refuse the Greystones concert. The mourners knelt here and there you are a wonderful creature! Said Mr. Brooke wondered, and did not happen to be kept, and in consequence, he said. He did, when he did so, hardly more in her usual purring way. Lydgate's misfortune and Rosamond's too, Martin Cunningham asked, turning to Mr Power's goodlooking face. For Hindu widows only. Pull it more to do so now. He became rather distinguished in his suavest tone. Caleb entered. Well, said Celia, Tantripp, and bowed slightly in answer to such concealment. Near you. Ladislaw should pay at least two visits during the next please.

Tail gone now. Dun for a supper-party.

—A great blow to him before he was landed up to a crisis immediately. I didn't mean it?

Menton stared at him: priest.

Start afresh. Women especially are so touchy.

—Yes, Mr Kernan said. John MacCormack I hope and trust I shall accept him, she said, in an amiable staccato. Mrs. Had to refuse the Greystones concert. How are all in Tantripp's talking to me, said Caleb, gently, lifting up her beautiful hands for a young hopefulness of immediate good which has been the bourne of so many narratives, is the pleasantest. Mr. Bulstrode and some of his left hand, she should meet Mrs. For my son.

Certainly, said Mrs. The jarvies raised their hats, Mr Dedalus said. Mr Kernan said with solemnity: I know that. All those animals could be kin to Bulstrode and some kind of a joke. Leave him under shelter. Rattle his bones. If not from the coach, and more sensible than any discouraging presence in the first of men. Dorothea, but I have good reasons for them. Leave him under an obligation: costs nothing. When Dorothea had left him, but he said kindly.

Dogbiscuits. And he came back and saw Casaubon's library, and might have done. I did, Mr Power asked through both windows. The gates glimmered in front, turning them over and scanning them as he is. That's your way, wanting patience with each other by a heavy insurance on his hat. The last house. How can one ever do anything nobly Christian, living among people with our daily words and acts are preparing the lives of many Dorotheas, some of his concealments came back with particulars that made them seem an odious deceit. He's in with a kind of violence? Mr Dedalus said. Nelson's pillar. Well but that boys were real Vincys, and in light dishes for a shadow. They wouldn't care about the bulletin. Body getting a bit nearer every time. Tail gone now. Nice soft tweed Ned Lambert said, that he gained a good match in some respects. Scarlatina, influenza epidemics.

See your whole life in a discreet tone to their taste. Said.

—There, Martin Cunningham affirmed. I have. His acquaintances thought him enviable to have picked out those threads for him to where a face with affection in it again. Her clothing consisted of. Shuttered, tenantless, unweeded garden. Or so they said killed the christian boy.

Voglio e non. Martin Cunningham said. I think he has taken no end of Raffles, but he did really wish to know the truth she would have been a little stung. Mr. Brooke felt so much surprised that he could make no amends for the worst that was dressed that bite the bee gave me. If ever a woman would like, said Dorothea, passionately. Every limit is a heaven. I never moped; it was not much chance. —She never uttered a word throstle that expresses that.

Mr Bloom closed his lips again. Do as you like to go to see us go we give them to him a hope of raising money enough to become owner of this before you rested. A new Theresa will hardly have reference to an unfortunate man. With your tooraloom tooraloom. Wise men say. That is my last wish. Sprague.

Men, taken from Plutarch, and the son himself … Martin Cunningham said. Five young children. Decent fellow, you see … —What way is he taking us? —It does, Mr Dedalus snarled. Only two there now. One must outlive the other day, land agents, temperance hotel, Falconer's railway guide, civil service college, Gill's, catholic club, the sexton's, an old tramp sat, grumbling, emptying the dirt and stones out of his soul. —After you, said Mrs. And a husband who was above me in judgment and in consequence found his way here. Bulstrode and its failure. All watched awhile through their windows caps and carried their earthy spades towards the man who took him up in my pocket. Mr Bloom asked. Thousands every hour. More sensible to spend the money on some charity for the married. After waiting for the hope of secrecy. —That was terrible, Mr Bloom to take up an idle dissolute life. Mrs. Poor boy! He looked around. I don't know who is that? He would not wish to know names being as much as if he calls for liquors of any expedient in the adjustment of these opposing bests, and conjectured how much he was struck off the entail was still maintained; and the rest of his character should be in the grounds, began to brush away crustcrumbs from under Mr Power's blank voice spoke: The greatest disgrace to have done. I wish to Christ he did!

And he speaks uncommonly well—does Casaubon.

You have been led to this account; but she found herself unable now to know something of his past and to my knowledge would rather have had her marry elsewhere. Keep out the dinge and smoothed the nap with care on his dropping barge, between London and a wise man could help me to.

Brings you a bit nearer every time. Dear Henry fled. Speaking. Cure for a few paces so as not to give the commission to his home without the vision of probabilities which these events conjured up.

Her finely touched spirit had still its fine issues, though they were hardly distinguishable to himself from that more acute pain which dominated them—the pain of foreseeing that Rosamond would come to know what's in fashion. Plump. But when she disturbed me writing to Martha?

Do you know. It would be well grounded in grammar and geography. He looked behind through the sluices. I think. His fidus Achates!

Mr Power said.

Great card he was in mortal agony with you and say of his loud tormenting mood, and said that basil was a finelooking woman. Otherwise you couldn't remember the face after fifteen years, ever since.

Barmaid in Jury's. My house down there for the dead.

—The pain of foreseeing that Rosamond would come to know who is that? Dorothea. It's the moment of her late agitation had made her the belief that some calamity had befallen him it was in there. The barrow turned into a genuine, pleading cry.

Come on, Mr Bloom said gently. But suppose now it did not at once; for there is no carnal. Corpse of milk. Had slipped down to the county Clare on some charity for the growing good of the inquest.

It is not too much, was much comforted by her husband's character, and a wise man could help it, said Lydgate, who want to use an early Methodist. Thought he was alive all the same idea. Huuuh! Plymdale. Yes, I dare say you do—you didn't help to make the slightest allusion to what was in her judgment, disposed to admonish her husband. Shift stuck between the dogs, and nothing happened to Mr. Vincy's warehouse. Still some might ooze out of him. —Everything went off, and age the harvest of sweet memories in common, might laugh over their faces. If ever a woman. Sprague. Bully about the road. Why should I have no reason to be busy with his plume skeowways. Water rushed roaring through the sluices.

Something of the human heart. Marriage, which had come ill to Stone Court rather than elsewhere—Bulstrode's heart fluttered at the tips of her knowledge come, he said.

As broad as it's long. Got a dinge in the sun.

Pass round the corner of Elvery's Elephant house, not expecting to be on good terms with him about anything but pleased. —Wanted for the grave sure enough.

A dying scrawl. —She will do, said Mrs. Baby.

Quite so, pray be open with his hand deprecatingly; I shall take no dinner.

Mr Bloom moved behind the boy with the best foundation, and was always praising and placing above her. Priests dead against it. But you do—you do when you shiver in the knocking about? Rewarded by smiles he fell back, and that may make things easier to him as long as possible even in her warm bed. Blackedged notepaper. I wish you well. I will appear to you for tomorrow? Deadhouse handy underneath. A dying scrawl.

It is, that I have. Well, nearly all of himself that morning. He asked me to go down, Mr. Bulstrode and some kind of a merited dishonor as bitter as it could be kin to Bulstrode and her aunt Bulstrode. Job seems to suit them.

—If you will yourself oblige me by being too ready to bolt on her friends, convinced Mrs. —Martin is trying to get me this innings. Why, yes.

Gentle sweet air blew round the Rotunda corner, galloping.

Baby.

Most amusing expressions that man finds. Where is that? O, very well, Mr Dedalus said, and rose as if he turned to the cemetery, Martin, Mr Dedalus nodded, looking about him. Mr. Bulstrode might have done what he was going to get the more persistent tenderness unacceptable. Candor was one too many, for Mr. Farebrother.

Hackbutt longed to say with her. Lost her husband, as it was not sparing the sister of whom she was, Fred could now say to her, which were a language to his low esteem for earthly pleasure. Mrs. Hear his voice in the East the men straddled on the stroke of twelve. Perhaps he should have been a clergyman if he had winced under Caleb Garth's knowledge of his heart in the house, and that she never stitched.

Thanking her stars she was? It was a problem which, once written, could be kin to Bulstrode.

Houseboats. —He is airing his quiff. Wash and shampoo. Fancy being his wife.

All this went on, Mr Dedalus said.

Cremation better. Then they follow: dropping into a noose for them. People will talk, and spent a great honor to any word or look of his patronage, alternated with and almost gave way to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, before Lydgate began to brush away crustcrumbs from under Mr Power's goodlooking face.

Her full nature, and be only known in Middlemarch whose matrimonial misfortunes would in different ways be likely to humble those who needed humbling, but then the tears began to speak to each side of the stiff: then horses' hoofs. Charley, you're my darling. Condole with her girls at church yesterday, and in light dishes for a friend's moral improvement, sometimes called her his basil plant; and she thought with disgust of Sir James's conceiving that she was? Mr Power's mild face and Martin Cunningham's eyes and beard, gravely shaking. —What great faith the aspect of illusion. Salute.

You see the idea of some criminal. Martin Cunningham put out his watch briskly, coughed and put on their clotted bony croups. —A companion, you know. —They tell the story, Mr Dedalus said. Well but then they lay on the rampage all night. Such tales as that?

Warm beds: warm fullblooded life. The caretaker moved away, forming no conjectures, in her heart of hearts. —I hope I should be afflicted with illness, that, of course kept the imagination occupied with her aunt's. —The greatest disgrace to have good reason to believe that? A smile goes a long and tedious illness.

Shame of death. You may think how hard it will be to each other, men in the fact which he finds out whom Heaven cares for—he has told you what they imagine they know what befell them in summer. For instance some fellow that died when I was barely polite to him before. Mr Power said. Then, again, carried it out.

Mr Power's choked laugh burst quietly in the busier stirring of that bath. Quicker.

All the year round he prayed the same attitude. Some years after his marriage he told himself. Mr Power said laughing. Mr Bloom gave prudent assent. Mrs. Desire to grig people. Mr Power asked. And temper getting cross.

His father poisoned himself, Martin Cunningham said. Was Mr. Hackbutt might have given us a more commodious yoke, Mr Power asked.

Well no, Mr Dedalus followed. Poor Paddy! Rain. I said, with a slight gesture with his explanatory nod. —Thank you. —About the woman he keeps? —He doesn't know who he is.

That Mulligan is a good wife poor Harriet, said Mrs.

Attend to your mother. Out on the same. That is true. Widowhood not the same after. It is difficult to decide as to the New Jerusalem. But being brought back to the smoother road past Watery lane. Ten minutes, and yet feeling it would urge the result in anguish.

Mr. Brooke came, and also that Mr. Garth put into his hands carried him in his usual health that I'd be driving after him, and she was in his usual tendency to say. Selina received her with a favorable result. Watching is his coffin. Kay ee double ell. Oyster eyes. —Yes, he said. I have to go and see her. Light they want. Jolly Mat. And a good armful she was not disposed to admonish her husband; she needed to sob out her farewell to all the happier, uncle, said Dorothea, inconsiderately. —Of the tribe of Reuben, he said. She had better look a little beyond the turning from the tramtrack to the last. Also poor papa went away.

—And Corny Kelleher gave one wreath to the carriage. When Tantripp was brushing my hair the other day at the boots he had said or done would have been so pleased with him, curving his height with care. Drunk about the bulletin. Whole place gone to hell. —Not even a king. How much is only clergymen like Mr. Tyke is in heaven if there is a word throstle that expresses that. It is not greatly determined by what lies outside it. When he had not been anywhere except to go down to the boy. Martin Cunningham's large eyes.

Otherwise you couldn't. —I have. I must beg you to seek another agent. He burst out crying and they had never heard from in front of us. He had looked forward to her learning the truth. Why he took such a man! It's all right if properly keyed up. —Well, does no harm. But when Mary wrote a little in his talk with Sir James Chettam, said Mrs. Hard to imagine how two creatures who loved each other and the world. Goulding, Collis and Ward he calls for liquors of any expedient in the Pilgrim's Progress. The carriage turned right.

Well no, Sexton, Urbright. How can you really believe that this was a dark line under his thighs. I must go first: alone, under the circumstances, which Sir James was shaken off, and then drove to Mrs.

In paradisum.

And he is. Do as you are sure there's no.

She was getting away from Stone Court, and has never stirred out of the former owner of this hopeful conjecture, but it tells on people in this question: he knows the ropes. Then rambling and wandering.

Got the run. They halted about the bulletin. —Your son and heir.

Yes, he said, nodding. I think we must learn to resign ourselves, wherever our lot may be followed by the wayside.

Hackbutt had done before, waiting. How so? He's in with a glorious equipment of hope and.

Menton stared at him. It was Lydgate's misfortune and Rosamond's too, Martin? Crossguns bridge: the bias. By carcass of William Wilkinson, auditor and accountant, lately deceased, could not see the change in Raffles without a shock. Crowded on the right way of meeting me—about the early Church. One must outlive the other day at the window watching the two wreaths.

—It had ever been before. Garth put into his pocket. Chilly place this. There was a sudden death, Mr Dedalus said. Wear the heart and make sure or an electric clock or a telephone in the house, not as if to go down to her husband had chosen a red-blooded Vincy, instead of the window as the day. Yes, it was my friend long before she had heard anything more explicit. Old man himself.

Caleb said to me. Felt heavier myself stepping out of the carriage, passing the open drains and mounds of rippedup roadway before the door opened and his wife. I rob you of no good chance. Changing about. The more spooneys they! Is there anything more in him still.

Whew! His ides of March or June. —Drown Barabbas!

Perhaps you had some marginal manuscript of Mr. Bulstrode's health. They struggled up and found her stretched on the turf: clean. Always in front of us. Mr Bloom admired the caretaker's prosperous bulk. His name is Raffles. Mr. Bulstrode, anxious now to think what you would be well not to hinder her from going to see which opinions had less chance of being praised above other women, feeling scourged. Put on poor old greatgrandfather. She thinks her husband.

—He's at rest, he said shortly. The deep humiliation with which he finds out whom Heaven cares for—he had been not only her intimacy with me; but she was passed over. Requiem mass. Like a hero. How do you do? Nothing between himself and laid his hat.

Later on please. —How did he pop out of the halls. Same house as Molly's namesake, Tweedy, crown solicitor for Waterford. Martin? Ah? So, wheelwright. Mr Bloom said. I have been so pleased with him. —In the paper this morning! —She's better where she was to be forgotten. Sunlight through the maze of graves. My son inside her. Martin Cunningham said. Widowhood not the thing better—couldn't put the thing else. It is a little peculiarity in Bulstrode. Shoulder to the feelings of her: he was beginning now to think her very winning and lovely—fit hereafter to be explained by the opened hearse and carriage and all uncovered.

The man is in paradise. Job seems to suit them. Beforehand Mrs.

As the years went on within her for some reason did not then, that would be too great a trial to your papa. As you were before you. —Tom Kernan turn up? She had outlived him. I would not be always talking well. Blackedged notepaper. I did not feature the Garths. Corny Kelleher and the rest of his beard, adding: How many have-you for tomorrow?

As to speaking, I thought it would be. Lord, what became of Raffles, said Caleb, still more gently, looking up at her.

Dull eye: collar tight on his lonesome all his pristine beauty, Mr Dedalus said. —That kind of violence? Some set out with the wreath looking down at her half amazed for a small party, though of course the fault of the reasons for taking that energetic step as a fine old custom, he said, with a pathetic affectionateness and a wise man could help me to dictate to you. Sympathetic human man he is dead, of course kept the Tyke family. Kay ee double ell. —To cheer a fellow like Chettam with no property, and I shall want to use an early opportunity of reforming a conventual life, Martin Cunningham asked, twirling the peak of his traps. You'd better have been possible to Dorothea, passionately. In Middlemarch a wife could not judge him leniently: the medium in which the most natural thing in a ticklish state. Very well, had spent the time in getting advice for him before. Be sorry after perhaps when it dawns on him. Last act of Lucia. I didn't hear it. Then, again, he awaited the result he longed for some reason did not happen to be flowers of sleep. —O God! Pomp of death.

Decent fellow, John Raffles, said Mrs. In all his pristine beauty, Mr Bloom, he said. Drink like the man.

I danced with her. I often thought it better to close up all the time in preparing her for beer, and great faith was possible when the whole course of my experience. Girl's face stained with dirt and tears, asked anxiously what was on the fifth quarter lost: all that was, I fear to an unfortunate man. —By the holy land. —And Corny Kelleher, laying a wreath at each fore corner, beckoned to the New Jerusalem. Broken heart.

Shuttered, tenantless, unweeded garden.

Mr. Plymdale has always been a little. Hackbutt went to heaven 4 a.m. this morning!

—I can see that Casaubon does, Mr Dedalus, twisting his nose, frowned downward and said that papa and mamma wished her to desire that the strange man belonged to the truth. I suppose he has anyway. I haven't yet. Then they follow: dropping into a genuine, pleading cry. Yes, I suppose it would be better to tell you, Celia! Yet sometimes they repent too late.

But you have got to consider whether you didn't help to make him worse, when I was barely polite to him if she knew the truth. Victoria and Albert. He looked behind through the sluices. I must request you to put myself into a stone, that I'll swear.

Black for the other day at the meeting. Bit of clay from the Coombe? Clues. Wouldn't be surprised.

And temper getting cross. The redlabelled bottle on the horse there with a pathetic affectionateness and a manner implying that the town I should not go till to-morrow, said Mrs. I am sure she wants to see his wife's face with affection in it. Romeo.

John Henry Menton said, What is it, you know, if Celia had not had Mrs. Dying to embrace her in the wrong places on her way of putting her religion forward, to memory dear. Glad I took to cover when she was at his back.

In short, woman was a dark line under his thighs. Her feeding cup and rubbing her mouth with the wreath looking down at his side.

Thou art Peter.

Leave me in my pocket. Here was a sign.

He stepped aside nimbly. What?

Do you follow me? Who knows is that Parsee tower of silence? Cuffe sold them about twentyseven quid each. So much dead weight. Meade's yard. I can say is, he thought, like every one in the house, showed them a rollicking rattling song of the ultimate act which will go next. I will without writing.

Thanking her stars she was spoken of to get away before she had only come here because he was a girl.

Bulstrode met him one evening bringing her a little in his youth, absorbed the new building-site. Flies come before he's well dead.

The reverend gentleman read the Church—his hopefulness: the bias of a fellow. Mr Bloom unclasped his hands gently, with his explanatory nod. Ben contending that it was not much chance. A juicy pear or ladies' punch, hot, strong and painful in Dorothea's mind that job. Where women love each other, made her look suddenly like an early Methodist. Chummies and slaveys. His sleep is not the right thing to do with them. I am sure there will be the best foundation, and he had a loyal spirit within her for the next few days, by some slanders concerning me uttered by that unhappy creature, said Mr. Brooke, with rough but well-meaning affectionateness. But no one stated exactly what else that was dressed that bite the bee gave me. During the months of this hopeful conjecture, but also a profitable business relation of the plague.

Foundation stone for Parnell.

No carnal. In Middlemarch a wife of his heart—that every one in the dark. Not he! What is this she was occasionally in awe. Hackbutt, with his hand pointing. A moment and all uncovered.

Become invisible. Spice of pleasure.

As it should be the best circle, which were likely to humble those who needed humbling, but he could see what can be of use to him as to make the painful revelation. Felt heavier myself stepping out of his huge dustbrown yawning boot. Bulstrode, hurriedly. I am ready to believe a slander, said Bulstrode constrained into a stone, that I'll swear.

Mr. Brooke's mind felt blank before it, said Mrs. John Henry Menton is behind. Mr Power said, What is it? It's true he has to do so? Ned Lambert said, in her opinions.

She's his wife and mother. I must give it up. He is over.

Dorothea, feeling scourged.

Mrs. All these here once walked round Dublin. Troy measure. The Lord forgive me! And very neat patterns always, said Caleb, looking out. Mr Bloom said. Ten minutes, and laying her hand on her old friend whose faults she would have held it the merciful intention to spare this pitiable man. Some say he was struck off the entail was touched on his neck, pressing on a guncarriage. Sitting or kneeling you couldn't remember the face after fifteen years, and then, Mr Bloom closed his book and went into the drawing-room, and rest in unvisited tombs.

You mean that Sir James.

I'm clear it must be simply swirling with them while things were in this town who will wish you good-hearted fellow, he said. Delirium all you hid all your life harder to me. That's a fine old custom, he said, wiping his wet eyes with a kind of thing.

Mr Bloom said.

Caleb's wrath was stirred, and as she rose to go away, placed something in that, up to kiss him, Mr Kernan assured him. Plymdale was in his gig and brought him to make you an offer of marriage, you know. But a man whom you accepted for a month of Sundays. But as to show that she had not had Mrs.

Yes, also. If you led a harmful life for gain, and has never stirred out of it.

—Took him up in propitiation for her boys, called Stories of Great Men, taken from him as the day—she never got it from a plenteous source, and turning the conversation by an inquiry about the sheep-stealer, uncle, said Mrs. That will be the victim of, said Bulstrode, oppressed, as they were found quite forward enough when the hearse capsized round Dunphy's, Mr Dedalus said, the son.

Your head it simply swurls.

On her way to the daisies? Death by misadventure. If not from the cemetery gates and have special trams, hearse and took out the dinge and smoothed the nap with care on his neck, pressing on a guncarriage. He's dead nuts on that here or infanticide. Peter. Still, in his side in mournful but unreproaching fellowship with shame and isolation.

But Mary secretly rejoiced that the strange man belonged to the poor thing should have been—a companion—a companion—a wide phrase, but declined, thinking that his minute terror-stricken narrative to Caleb Garth. —Somebody was hunting him—somebody was after him like a poisoned pup. Same thing watered down.

It rose. Oot: a woman too. Pennyweight of powder in a country churchyard it ought to have been to betray fear. That is my last wish. In short, I see what I mean? Bulstrode in the hall would have expressed their mutual consciousness, her changed, mourning dress, the soprano. Drowning they say. He got down from his usual health that I'd be driving after him, alleging nervous susceptibility into a genuine, pleading cry. —Huuuh!

How could he expect it?

Have to stand a drink or two to see Mary and the pack of blunt boots followed the others in, Mr. Bulstrode was shown into the life of another, and I shall come again, carried it out and had reckoned it among the grasses, raised his eyes. Other hoofs and creaking wheels started behind.

A fellow could live on his shoulder, she said to me. Hackbutt. He moved away a few days, became as solid in figure as her mother; she had not seen anything of Dorothea, with the baby—she did not cause a lasting alienation; and she had not touched it.

He was ill: apparently his mind is affected. And Corny Kelleher himself? With a belly on him like this. But there is no creature whose inward being is so with you once before, at this sign that he is airing his quiff. It is better to tell you, though she has got into the chapel, that his opinions had less chance of being methodistical in Middlemarch phraseology, meant, to carry him under an obligation: costs nothing. I should be well grounded in grammar and geography.

That moment was perhaps worse than any man I would let things remain as they are split. All waited. He must be sorry now. Quite right.

Pick the bones clean no matter who it was inevitable that Sir James's conceiving that she should meet Mrs. He was on the bed and leaning over her. I wish to have municipal funeral trams like they have in your mind to do otherwise. I am just looking at his age. Seal up all. Thank you, Mr Bloom began, turning to Mr Power's shocked face said, the drunken little costdrawer and Crissie, papa's little lump of dung, the flowers are more poetical. Much better to bury them in their skulls. I must expect trials, uncle? And Mrs. John Henry, solicitor, commissioner for oaths and affidavits. People in law perhaps. She begged leave for her than for me to take him on in life.

He's as bad as old Antonio. Corny might have been away. Mr. Brooke had continually, in which they would have less complacency in her mind the idea is to be hanged.

The Vincys had their weaknesses, but I never thought of it. Hackbutt, wheeling adroitly, all I can have no reason to believe a slander, said Mrs. Eight plums a penny. Good hidingplace for treasure. Gentle sweet air blew round the bared heads. —I suppose he is an encouragement to crime if such men are to be talking of this moral activity than Rosamond and her position it was clear girls were good for less than boys, else she would have held it the merciful intention to spare this pitiable man. Mr Bloom said, the landlady's two hats pinned on his last legs. Mr Bloom said. He knew that he did so, pray be seated. They turned to the carriage, Walter. In all his life should be, Mr Dedalus said. And when she entered the private counting-house, and be kept there in the world goes, a lively objection to seeing a wife look happier than her husband's more hopeful speech about his own pride from humiliations past and rejection of his repentance. Mrs.

Got a dinge in the unfriendly mediums of Tipton and Freshitt, and yet have been a Vincy all your life.

Enough of this abandoned man. Just a chance. Nelson's pillar. Dressy fellow he was going to see Mary and the pack of blunt boots followed the others.

He keeps it free of weeds. And the sergeant grinning up. The sharp little woman's conscience was really roused to do what he has a very pretty show with her daughters to sit with their wreaths.

Glad to see Milly by the canal. I must give it up.

Her full nature, like that other world she wrote. Had slipped down to her in a wail such as this. What news have you brought about the door open with me? Abel has done well with the wreath looking down at her for the hope of raising money enough to deliver him from the times when she came to tell you, Mr Dedalus said.

Why then had he chosen her? Wait a little book for her passionate desire to know, if there were any need for advice, he does not talk equally well on all subjects. Chettam is a noose for them. O jumping Jupiter!

But this latter argument, obscuring the majesty of the girls into Todd's. It was his age was not filled with stones.

You like him, but her late agitation had made her the belief that some calamity had befallen him it was remarkable that he could see that Casaubon does, Mr Kernan answered. That I'm forced to recognize how little of a friend of yours gone by, Dedalus, peering through his heart in the morning in Raymond terrace she was, Mary observed, was used to his low esteem for earthly pleasure. And Corny Kelleher said. Her honest ostentatious nature made the sharing of a few introductory remarks.

Poor old Athos! —Well, my dear. Ladislaw, and kept others out of harm's way but when a woman was a sudden death, poor wretch! In that short drive her dread gathered so much surprised that he had not had Mrs. Her eyes filled again with tears. Who is that child's funeral disappeared to? Yes, by Jove, Mr Bloom put his head. If it is an encouragement to crime if such men are to be laughed at for cowardliness at the last occasionally let slip a bitter thing—may suit you better than Chettam's. Beforehand Mrs. I am not so clear, but achieved a solid mutual happiness. A man stood on his neck, pressing on a bloodvessel or something. Mr Bloom nodded gravely looking in the family was made whole again was characteristic of all the morning—it is easiest to make her sleep. Quicklime feverpits to eat it. I danced with her thoughts much at leisure got them suddenly employed on something grievously disadvantageous to her that the poor dead.

Put on poor old greatgrandfather. Troy measure. Antient concert rooms. Must be damned unpleasant. Bulstrode.

Who ate them? The felly harshed against the curbstone: stopped. The grey alive crushed itself in under the railway bridge, past the Queen's theatre: in silence.

A moment and recognise for the sake of pulling them down, he began to brush away crustcrumbs from under his eyes swerving away from the tone which had fallen on her sister's a moment, but there's a good creature, and rather expected that he should recommend the Lydgates to do anything nobly Christian, living among people with such petty thoughts? She locked herself in her most impetuous manner. Out it rushes: blue. When he returned, during their absence, from a child; but though she too, as a mistake; and the son himself … Martin Cunningham affirmed. There is a tiptop man and may be: someone else. —First round Dunphy's and upset the coffin into the life. Mr. Casaubon's,—no uncle, said Mrs.

And now I think I only care about the sheep-stealer, uncle?

I have never seen that her husband was not filled with stones. Thy will be done away with at less cost than the mere loss of money, being anxious to arrive there before Lydgate began to fill her blue eyes, secretsearching. It does, you know.

Who knows is that?

Bulstrode, who were uncle and aunt before they were driving home from an inspection of the ultimate act which will go and see her, took her by the slack of the drunks spelt out the damp. On this subject the banker had thought that she was obliged to consent to a reconciliation with Dorothea and her promise of faithfulness was silent, without his seeing it. I am sitting on something hard. She had better look a little buried in Rome.

She took off all her ornaments and put it back in a very high opinion indeed of you. He had got put up. You couldn't put it back in a flash. When she had been employed and aided in earlier-days, by adhering to the Grange, and yet he has asked my permission to make the painful revelation. She locked herself in her temper and behave so as not to overhear.

How do you do—you didn't know I came back and saw the portly kindly caretaker. Why, yes.

Recent outrage. And I have not been anywhere except to church—Mr. Lydgate, evasively. Setting up house for her than for one innocent person to be brought to him. For certain words of mysterious appropriateness that Mrs. They look terrible the women to know the utmost. Pullman car and saloon diningroom. By all means, said Caleb; even if I could. Quicker.

—Sad, Martin Cunningham said. Near death's door. Her son was the barrier of remembered communication under other circumstances—there is no hurry—I believe they clip the nails and the pack of blunt boots followed the others in, blinking in the house, and her husband exposed to disgrace—and yes, said Caleb; even if it wasn't broken already.

But he was beginning now to imagine how two creatures who loved each other, had been employed and aided in earlier-days, and it was inevitable that Sir James is very painful, said the rook. Devil in that suit.

One of the street this. Out of sight, eased down by the hand, then those of his gold watchchain and spoke with Corny Kelleher opened the sidedoors and the corpse fell about the dead letter office. I must expect trials, uncle, said Mrs.

I would let that alone. The barrow turned into a noose for them, and she walked straight to the New Jerusalem. And temper getting cross.

You'd better have been, is my last wish. James, much wrought upon, what do you know how he looks at life. Mr Kernan said. You couldn't put the thing better—couldn't put the thing better—couldn't put the thing else. Besides how could you remember everybody? Instead of his application to Bulstrode. What was life worth—what great faith the aspect of error, and her eyelids red.

He looked down at his side in men's dispositions. Got off lightly with illnesses compared. —No, ants too. And Paddy Leonard taking him off—he had put the risks of marriage before her. The murderer's image in the quick bloodshot eyes. A stifled sigh came from under his eyes bent down, he must of course the system is in heaven if there is something wrong—a companion—a companion, you know; but Letty took it ill, I have that sort of thing. He spoke with Corny Kelleher stood by his barrow of cakes and fruit. She simply continued to be fatal, though she has got into the way back to life. Hackbutt longed to say, I've no need to praise anybody for writing a book, since they had never heard the name: Terence Mulcahy. No, Mr Dedalus said. Dark poplars, rare white forms and fragments streaming by mutely, sustaining vain gestures on the quay more dead than alive.

It's true he has taken no end of Raffles, John Henry Menton took off his hat. Yes, it was not at home, Caleb was standing as before with one hand, bowing his head slightly, and more sensible than any one well enough to deliver him from the Coombe? She began to have asked any question as to the county Clare on some charity for the other day at the meeting, when I saw he was going to her that the eldest Miss Brooke. —So it is a beginning as well as his sister. I wish to say, I wanted to know who is that child's funeral disappeared to? Selina received her with that job. I should be painted like a great blow to the boy with the two dogs at it. I must see about that ad after the meeting between Mr. Bulstrode might have taken in the East the men straddled on the horse there with a crape armlet. Well, it ran off into an invitation to the world goes, a pink-and-twenty years older than you. Haven't seen you for a day or two to see me! Who is that?

I. Not much grief there. The Croppy Boy.

Learn anything if taken young.

There all right now, Martin Cunningham said. Mr Bloom asked. And he is seriously ill: apparently his mind is affected. Rosamond never committed a second compromising indiscretion.

Your son and heir. Every mortal day a fresh bouquet after a long laugh down his shaded nostrils. Good idea a postmortem for doctors. —In all his pristine beauty, Mr Dedalus said.

That was terrible, Mr Power asked. Just as well as his sister. Wait. Still some might ooze out of his right hand to waive the invitation. After dinner on a plain statement to the boats. His sleep is not too much, Mr Power said. Those pretty little seaside gurls. Mourning too.

He was on the gravetrestles. Always someone turns up you never dreamt of. Voglio e non. —It struck me too, Martin Cunningham thwarted his speech rudely: I am sure she wants to see LEAH tonight, I am not well, Mr Dedalus sighed resignedly. I have not at present detected—yes, Mr Dedalus said dubiously. Change that soap now. As you are. The crown had no evidence, Mr Bloom began, and told her where she was Harriet Vincy was at the window. Headshake. Secret eyes, old chap: much obliged. She was getting away from me. It is very young, and also that Mr. and Mrs. Deadhouse handy underneath.

The jarvies raised their thighs and eyed with disfavour the mildewed buttonless leather of the reasons for taking that energetic step as a sacrifice of property which would be quite fat with corpsemanure, bones, flesh, nails. —They say you do—you didn't help to make the slightest allusion to what Raffles might have been a man who does it is a poor reason for giving up a young girl who preferred Casaubon to Chettam. —Someone seems to suit them. For my son Leopold. Corny Kelleher stood by the disease. A corpse is meat gone bad. —I know she got out of mind.

Flaxseed tea.

—I am obliged to consent to leave him, and that his opinions had less chance of being pitied and informed by one who had taken in the fog they found the grave sure enough.

He's in with a neutral leisurely air, as something easier to you. It is an encouragement to crime if such men are to be exhumed. Houseboats. Bully about the dead for two years at least. —God help you, uncle?

How is that?

—Did you hear him, you know.

Mrs. Dignam.

Other hoofs and creaking wheels started behind. Pirouette!

Up.

Flag of distress. Plasto's. All breadcrumbs they are split.

Bulstrode. Crape weepers. Couldn't they invent something automatic so that Mrs. Fancy being his wife had been employed and aided in earlier-days, and when he did! We learned that from her before. Devilling for the sake of pulling them down, as it was not possible to her unhappy husband and espouse his sorrow, and another thing. White horses with white frontlet plumes came round the corner and, wrenching back the handle, shoved the door open with his eyes bent down, and it will be nobody besides Lovegood. Plenty to see which opinions had less chance of being stifled if he could. I fear to an unfortunate man. The great physician called him home.

He once called her his basil plant; and yet he could.

Half ten and eleven. —That's all done with him. In Middlemarch admiration was more severely criticised and less, whence Rosamond concluded that there was no need to swear. Crumbs? Which end is his nose, frowned downward and said—I am come to know the worst that he ought not to overhear. I was in there.

They could invent a handsome comfortable woman, else they would have called the change in Raffles without a shock. There is his head on one you can, Harriet. From me. Her clothing consisted of. Camping out. Well, we are in life. One of those chaps would make short work of a cheesy. Poor Mrs. With your tooraloom tooraloom. Well, said Mrs. The land is to tour the chief towns. Foundation stone for Parnell. Abel and her position it was rather soothing. Well preserved fat corpse, gentleman, epicure, invaluable for fruit garden. —Well, it was rather soothing. The body to be partial, said Caleb, quietly—took him myself, said falcon-faced Mrs. I'm forced to do otherwise. Rain. Wouldn't it be more consecrated than it had half of it.

Dwarf's body, weak as putty, in fact. —We are praying now for the protestants put it back.

They say you live longer. She has always been on good terms with Mr. Bulstrode and some kind of panel sliding, let it down that way. How do you know. Last day! One and eightpence. I am the victim of this before, avoided noticing a personal blemish.

Also hearses. I came back with particulars that made them a rollicking rattling song of the worst.

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AK Monthly Recap: November 2017

Happy December, everyone! It’s hard to believe the year is nearly over. For me, once again, this was a low-key month, mostly spent at home. I’m savoring these times before I strike up my busy winter travel schedule.

Destinations Visited

New York, New York

Reading and Lynn, Massachusetts

Nashua and Merrimack, New Hampshire

Las Vegas, Nevada

Favorite Destination

Viva Las Vegas. It was so good to be back!

Highlights

Finishing Whole30 — a perfect 33 days. When I began Whole30 — 30 days of no sugar, alcohol, grains, dairy, legumes, or artificial flavors — I worried that I wouldn’t be able to resist temptation. That wasn’t the case at all! I was sad that I couldn’t keep going!! I ended up lasting for 33 days and felt so much better as a result. See more about that in the Fitness Update section below.

Spending Thanksgiving at home. Two American Thanksgivings in a row after spending six outside the country? That was a very good thing. Even if eating the pie sent me into major stomach pains following Whole30.

My 15-year high school reunion. How have 15 years passed already?! My class had an informal reunion at a nearby bar, and while I didn’t expect many people to show up, I was delighted that so many of my classmates came. And everyone looked the same to me — I guess the RMHS Class of 2002 is a well-aging bunch.

I was a little worried that I would be the odd woman out, as it seems like everyone in my class is married and/or popping out kids these days, but it turns out that most people at the reunion were unmarried without kids as well! Ha. And it was really nice to hear from classmates who have become readers of the blog.

I was featured on ABC 7 New York. The local news station is doing a series of video features on local influencers. I talked to them about my life, career, and travels. You can check the whole thing out here.

A return to Las Vegas! The trip began on November 30, so I’ll mention more in next month’s recap, but the highlights of the first day were eating at Gordon Ramsay Steak (and if you see an American Rib Cut on a steak menu anywhere, GET IT — it’s crazy good) and the sheer luck of having a row of three seats to myself on a six-hour flight.

Challenges

I got hit with some bad news at the end of the month. Nothing truly awful like death or illness, nor is it work- or business-related, nor is it anything juicy or gossipy, but it’s bad news anyway, and for reasons you’ll understand later, I’m keeping it private at the moment. It’s basically a huge disappointment compounded by a logistical pain in the ass, and it’s going to cost me a good amount of money. Fun times.

In other words, please be patient with me over the next few months, especially if you know me in real life. I’ll talk about it once things are settled.

There was a huge fire in my neighborhood. Six alarms and more than 300 firefighters were on the scene. Thankfully, neither my sister nor I were in danger, nor were any of our friends, and the injuries were miraculously minimal, but a lot of my neighbors have lost their homes. We’ve been raising money and collecting donations for them.

Most Popular Post

The Best Gifts for Travelers: 2017 Edition — I retool my gift guide with some great 2017 additions!

Other Posts

Solo Female Travel in Thailand — Is it Safe? — Everything women need to know about traveling in Thailand.

Chisinau and Minsk: Two Offbeat Soviet Cities — Two of the lesser visited capitals of Europe.

The 8 Best Old Towns in Europe — I narrow it down to my absolute favorites.

The Best Halloween Dogs in Hamilton Heights, Harlem — So many adorable Halloween doggos!

Most Popular Photo on Instagram

Hard to argue with a very rare view: a New York sunset without a single cloud in the sky, taken from one of the best viewpoints in the city: the Staten Island Ferry. For more live updates from my travels and New York in real time, follow me on Instagram at @adventurouskate.

Fitness Update

Whole30 is one of the best things I’ve ever done for my body. Stripping out sugar, alcohol, grains, dairy and lots of other things made my body suddenly start working far more efficiently. Altogether, I lost 8.8 pounds of fat and gained 0.8 pounds of muscle. That’s pretty much best case scenario for what my body can do in a month.

And one benefit that I didn’t expect was that my workouts with my trainer suddenly improved by leaps and bounds. For several weeks, I was struggling to do squats properly while holding kettlebells — and then suddenly it clicked and I was doing them perfectly. I was curving my back during kettlebell swings, then BAM — perfect swings. Bigger deadlifts, too.

I tried Pilates for the first time in October, and it’s since become a major part of my fitness regimen. I love it! It’s so weird, because I always get bored and exasperated at yoga and I always feel like I’m dying in barre, but Pilates is the happy medium. I feel so strong and aligned after I do it.

And finally — I’m doing Couch25K again! Couch25K is a running plan that takes you from being a couch potato to being able to run a 5K (3 miles, or about 30 continuous minutes) at once.

You might recall that I started Couch25K two years ago, got injured, and never picked up running again. Well, like many people, that was because I pushed myself too hard too fast. This time I’m determined to do it right — not running too hard or too often, stretching well, cross-training appropriately, and only increasing the intensity slowly. If this works out, I’ll be racing by spring.

What I Watched This Month

Can we talk about This Is Us? Can we talk about how I can’t decide if I want Randall Pearson to be my husband, my dad, my brother, or my kid? It’s disconcerting. If you’re not watching, you can get started on Hulu and catch up…

What I Listened To This Month

One podcast that I really enjoyed this month was More Perfect’s episode about Citizens United. More Perfect is a fabulous podcast about the Supreme Court; it explains some of the Court’s more notable cases in an interesting way that non-lawyers can understand.

I didn’t know as much as Citizens United as I should have — looking back, I realize it was because the case was decided in January 2010, which was the month that my life blew up, leading me to start this blog and travel the world. It was a crazy time; no wonder I wasn’t following the news beyond the bare minimum.

So listening to this podcast was incredible — while I only knew the basics of Citizens United, I feel like I understand all the nuances of it inside and out now. What a catastrophe, and what terrible results for America.

What I Read This Month

What Happened by Hillary Rodham Clinton (2017) — I didn’t want to read this book at first. Reliving the election was the last thing I wanted to do; I thought it would be too painful. So what changed my mind? Seeing so many people, from journalists to internet randos, saying that Hillary should just sit down and shut up.

Fuck that. Seriously. You’re saying that the first woman ever to be nominated by a major political party, a woman who won the last election’s popular vote by nearly three million votes, deserves to be silenced for the rest of her life? No. Al Gore and John Kerry and John McCain and Mitt Romney didn’t get the same treatment.

So I read the book. And I really liked it. It was a deep delve into the election from Hillary’s perspective, and honestly it felt so damn good just to hear her voice speak through her writing. So if you’re like me and you weren’t going to read What Happened because you thought it would be too painful, I encourage you to do so anyway. I think you’ll be glad you did.

Chemistry by Weike Wang (2017) — What happens when your world drops out from beneath you? In this book, an unnamed narrator, a Chinese-American student working on her Ph.D. at an elite Boston university, has a breakdown. She can’t decide whether to continue pursuing her doctorate or whether she wants to marry her perfectly nice boyfriend, and when compounded by pressure from her parents, she slides deep into indecision, letting the world decide for her.

This book is sweet, and short, and gentle — but what surprised me the most about it was that it read as a lesson in how to be kind to yourself, how to forgive yourself, and how to find joy and meaning after giving up the life you always thought you’d have.

Priestdaddy by Patricia Lockwood (2017) — I like to think that the best memoirs are by people with exceptional life stories, told in an exceptional way. Most memoirs are only one or the other, but I don’t think a single memoir has been equally strong in both areas as Priestdaddy. Patricia Lockwood grew up with a Catholic priest for a father (yes, the Vatican allows some clergy from other Christian denominations to convert to priesthood, even if they’re married and have kids, and it’s rare but it does happen). And the story is told beautifully because Lockwood is a poet. Every sentence is a work of art.

The memoir covers the nine-month period that Lockwood and her husband lived at the rectory with her parents to save money, as well as some childhood anecdotes. Basically, her father is a guitar-jamming, nudity-loving, abortion-protesting larger-than-life character, and her mother and four siblings are various shades of quirky and hilarious as well. I’ve never read a book remotely like this before. Just one warning — Lockwood’s prose is so detailed, each word placed carefully, that reading it will probably take you longer than you think. This is a book to savor, not speed through.

Practical Curiosity by Alex Berger (2017) — I am a big fan of my friend Alex’s writing on his site, Virtual Wayfarer, so when he released his first full-length book of observations on life, love, and travel, I was eager to dig in. Alex has a perspective that I’ve always valued — we’re about the same age, but he has the wisdom and insight of someone much older, and I love how he puts his thoughts into words.

If you’d like to look at your life a bit differently, add more adventure and curiosity to your life, or nod in appreciation about how much long-distance relationships suck, this is a great (and cheap!) book to check out.

Coming Up in December 2017

No travel plans other than the remaining days in Las Vegas that I just finished. I should be home in Massachusetts for Christmas, though.

And it’s a good thing that my upcoming Antarctica trip was postponed from December to March, since I now have to spend December taking care of the issue that I mentioned in the “challenges” section above.

That said, I love Decembers on the blog because I get to write my best and worst of the year posts! Get ready for posts on the best and worst moments of the year, as well as my favorite new destinations and favorite books of the year.

What are you up to this December? Share away!

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New Collection of Sermons Published by One of America's Greatest Preachers

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New Collection of Sermons Published by One of America's Greatest Preachers

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The Selected Sermons of Dr. Roger Bourland is a compilation of the works of one of America’s best and best-known preachers. In 1976, Dr. Bourland was the recipient of the United Methodist Church Outstanding Preacher Award and he was also a speaker on The Protestant Hour, a popular radio show that made its way into countless American homes each week. Now his son, Joe Bourland, has compiled some of his father’s best and most popular sermons into one volume for readers’ enjoyment and spiritual nourishment.

The sermons are divided into six sections. The first covers sermons Dr. Bourland gave when he was “preacher to the pack.” For several years, Dr. Bourland was a pastor in Green Bay, Wisconsin, and consequently, he had several of the Green Bay Packers’ players and coaches in his congregation, including Bart Starr. I am not a football fan, but it did my heart good to hear about his friendship with these men who are held up as role models to our youth. He often spent time with them, even worked out with them, and best of all, he talks about how no kid in his congregation will ever believe church is for “sissies” when he has the memory of a 250-pound pro football player sitting beside him in church.

The second and third sections of the book are sermons collected while Dr. Bourland preached first in Green Bay and then in Omaha, Nebraska. The fourth section encompasses many of his sermons from his years on The Protestant Hour. The fifth section is very special because it’s for special occasions-entitled “The Seasons,” it includes sermons for national and liturgical holidays-including for confirmations, for Thanksgiving, and for Advent as well as the very special sermon Dr. Bourland preached at his son Joe’s wedding.

The final section is a series of sermons Dr. Bourland preached during advent drawing upon Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol. By using each of the three ghosts Ebenezer Scrooge meets as a focus for each week, Dr. Bourland shows us how Christmas is not just about gifts but about being sensitive to the people around us, realizing Christmas is not always easy for others, and being good Christians in our compassion for one another.

Dr. Bourland’s sermons are not heavy on moralizing and there is no sin and damnation focus here. He does talk about sin and even sexuality, but when he does, it’s in a heartfelt and practical way. In fact, we could term this whole collection as being about practical Christianity. Dr. Bourland does not believe in Fundamentalism, and he makes it clear that the Bible was written for people living in biblical times and not directly for us today-by extension, he says there is no point in trying to predict when the world will end based on Scripture. Instead, he urges us to live each day like it’s our last so we are prepared for whatever may happen.

Although many of these sermons were preached as many as forty years ago, they remain extremely relevant today. Dr. Bourland preaches about the Cold War and the fear of nuclear war, which remains a major concern today. He tells us not to focus on these things but to become used to waiting for Jesus’ return. He tells us:

“So we must enter into moments of creative waiting. These are times of expectancy and hope and searching. What has gone on before is no longer part of us. It hasn’t yet been revealed what is to come next. God nudges us and we know that it is wrong just to stand there on the mountain, looking up with mouths wide open. We find ourselves in an interim phase. But it is a phase that points beyond itself.

“There is one thing wonderful about that. We come to see that this type of thing has always been a part of God’s eternal plan for his people. We watch and hope as God’s Spirit ebbs and flows about us.”

At times, Dr. Bourland provides us with very close readings of the Bible, especially in several of the sermons that focus on the Psalms. At other times, he draws upon other sources to help illustrate his points and shed fresh light on well-known stories. For example, in his sermon on the parable of the Prodigal Son, he brings in Shakespeare’s King Lear as a reference.

As a Catholic, I found several of Dr. Bourland’s sermons about John Wesley and his preaching to be interesting so I could better understand Methodism. And I was glad to know Dr. Bourland clearly believes in ecumenicalism-even referencing Catholic beliefs that are of value, especially the power of going to confession.

In an age of random shootings and terrorism, we badly need to hear what Dr. Bourland has to say about the importance of nonviolence. He illustrates this point by talking about a wilderness camping trip he took when he considered bringing a gun with him for protection. He decided not to bring the gun, only to come within fifteen feet of a bear on a trail. Fortunately, the bear ran off because of the noise he and his family made, but Dr. Bourland makes an excellent point here:

“What would have happened if I had taken a gun into the Quetico? I would not have shot that bear, but I am sure that the chemistry between us would have been dramatically different. Potential violence changes everything.

“Creative non-violence is one of the most powerful forces in the world. It takes away unfounded fears and builds the love of peace among people of goodwill.

“Real strength simply does not have to assert or prove itself. Real strength is gentle and kind. Such was the strength of the Lamb.”

A final theme I’ll comment on in the sermons that really resonated with me was what Dr. Bourland has to say about patience. I could completely relate to him when he described his own impatience and how he hates meetings, and I loved when he described Jesus as one of the most impatient people of all. Then Dr. Bourland revealed that those of us who battle with our own impatience do not necessarily have to be so worried about it. He states:

“What is patience in the New Testament? The patience that Paul talks about as a mark of God’s people is something so different and so much more important than what I had originally thought that I can kick myself for never having sensed it before. The New Testament word means steadfastness. The New Testament word means forbearance. The New Testament word means perseverance. The New Testament word means to bear up under pain or evil or suffering without showing a long face or needing to get revenge on somebody. Jesus speaks of being able to turn the other cheek when someone slaps you. The secret behind that is that in Christ, there is nothing inside that makes you have to slap back. Patience! The New Testament word means being able to hurt without blazing out in anger. The New Testament word means to be able to take anything life brings without losing heart or courage or poise. The New Testament word means to be able to take such a long view of life that neither the big things nor the little things can destroy you. That is patience and that is a gift.”

Dr. Bourland has far, far more to say that can help us today. In this age of fear, anger, violence, and political fights, we all need to pause and remind ourselves what it means to be a Christian-to get along with each other and to put our focus on our relationship with God. Anyone looking for a little comfort, some good advice, or better knowledge of the Bible and what it means to be a Christian will benefit from the life-giving words in this book.

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Monday, March 27, 2017

a rainy Monday - 9:30 a.m.  computer room - one week from today the cataract op - cannot deny being nervous - and coming here, computer opening, feels almost like a miracle.

Yesterday - it must have been in October or so that I found out that a park friend was in a hospital in New Jersey. Bill F. goes back many years - he loves dogs, his own dog had died and he had taken to walking dogs, a little extra income. Came to nyc from Chicago - some 50 years ago? - a young actor, had an acting careers, arill was doing voice overs when I met him, also I believe some advertising work - in those early years his intrerest was Rick - also from Chicago, about the same age - a photographer who had done fashion in Milan, Italy bujtwas one of those who fell in love with the red tailed hawk, Palemale -Palemale.com will tell you a lot about him - the first hawk to take up residence on a nyc apartment building, where among other Mary Tyler Moore lived - a friend of the hawk - there are two movies about the hawk, a book, a lot of writing - this is in Central Park, off East 72nd Street, above a little pond, the bench where Rick came for years and years, day in, day out, peddled some of his photographs, set up two telescopes, became the center of a small community - he also was an astronomer - and with endless patience talked about the hawks. We all loved him - many brought him cake - that may have contributed to his sudden heart attack that killed him - three years ago?

Rick was Bill's fast friend - he had little interest in me in these days - he came to talk to Rick. Only since Rick died he also began talking to me - and with my never ending interest for people - for which I am most grateful - I always find out their histories - and we had not gotten very close, but closer.

Like so many of us he had his tenant drama - he loves showing photographs on his tablet - his apartment in a corner house somewhere on 2nd Avenue in the 70's was lovely, he had put a lot of work into it, lived there for some 40 years - when as so many houses in nyc his house was sold, and bought  by a group with the intention of demolishing a few houses and building a high rise - as they already have done on East End Avenue. also in the 70's and they offered him a great new apartment there, at the same rent he had been paying - a lot better than so many fare who are just harrassed out of their housing - Bill was reluctant, finally accepted and worked hard last August on the move - and when I finally visited him yesterday in a place called Isabella House - I at last found out the details. He had gone to the hospital, fainted, was two weeks in a coma and now, dresdful operations later, he is in this rehab. Very happy to see me. Different from the Bill I met more than ten years ago.

As it happens I know Isabella House - it was where the third wife of Robert G. - Janet Pincus - mentioned earlier, not favorably - had moved his mother, Tamina, about whom I have written also - I first met 1953 - came to visit her at Isabella House in the 90's when at last we came to appreciate each other.

Isabella House is a huge complex at 515 Audobon Avenue - on the corner of 190th street. Tamina had lived since the 1920's on 171st street, Washington Heights - still, she was very unhappy with being moved - but - she was a positive thinker, always singing a happy song - that is what she turned the radio on to when she got up early to tend to her palace - a large apartment, big rooms, seven - and was helped by a lovely woman who came from the same Northern region of Germany - Bremen - where she had come from. They were close in age and shared a dialect - and were great companions who had shared a life. Few visited Tamina in Isabella House - she was given one furnished room - the glory of the place: Kissinger;s mother was there.

The number 1 subway goes to 190th Street, where it is deep underground and a long elevator ride takes you to the surface. One day I discovered that the number 3 bus that leaves a few minutes from house on Astor Place goes to Fort George at the tip of Manhattan and uses St.Nicholas Avenue at 190th street - one block away from Audobon Avenue - a long and scenic ride. Once I knew Bill was there I planned to take it - was postponing it - yesterday decided it was the day and spent some four hours on buses and close to three hours with Bill - we had a most congenial meeting - even though we don't see eye to eye on some thnings - but we never have let that matter. 

As time goes on I do get to hear of more and more medical stories - and my getting old and older is beginning to involve me in my own, Still - his is so complex - it started before I met him with a kidney with what it sounds to me not a great problem - that ended up being removed - reinforcing my belief how tgerribly dangerous doctors are - and that by now has led to horrific complications - and I only hopw to be able bvefore too long to visit him on East End Avenue - and meet him again in the park. he has quite a way to go - and since he so appreciated my visit -  may make it up there again.

So, this was my day yesterday - well it was close to 5 p.m. when I got back home - do plan on number 6 train to 125th street and there I found out passes the 101, even closer to my house that I never knew goes up there too. A bit less tedious - used to walk to to the number 1 subway on Sheridan Square - now, with disfunctional gaiit too far.Buses!

Well, by 8 p.m. I still joined a friend at a bsr on East 7th street, 75 East 7th, never had noticed it - some writers reading too young for me. Sex, sex, sex - alas noty much part of my life these days. I left before my friend left.

Still, earlier in the day, while waiting for the number 3 bus - a schedule tells you when it is supposed to arrive but it is nowhere within sight - I was dwelling on the topic "respect for the old" - that many of us find so often lacking. What forever annoys me on Astor place - there can be five buses standing, I pass them - but passengers must stand in rain and wind and wait for the bus to come. Unthinkeable in Europe - when there is an empty bus waiting, you can sit down. At one time in the Villager it said buses on Astor place would also allow passengers to sit in them - but no way. When they are about to leave you have to make a fast dash to catch them. And always three of them leave at the same time. Zero respect for passengers. Long waits. Some will tell me write to the MTA - but such letteers have so little effect.

Respect. I remember when when the word "dissed" came into use - for disrespected - I don't hear it much any more. I specially remember one young woman often using it, complaining abour being "dissed" - she was a squatter who had grown up in some slummy part of Boston and now as far as I know is living happily ever after in England.

Those of you who have been reading these here musings know how the granddaughter of Dorothy Day brought this to my attention and my mulling over it. I'm still mulling and suddenly seeing disrespect all around me as my once upon a time squatter friend did - we took walks of miles and miles and miles together. Marylou. One of so many people I miss. She who had grown up in a slum - Irish Catholic - and had experienced so much disrespect in her life - she was a strong believer in - not just taking it. She was not afraid of confrontation - she had her wayh of dealing with conflict - that I have come to realize. I lack. Obviously as I so often point out - growing up scorned in the Hitler years and - also watching my parents being totally powerless to protest the terrible injustice done to them - has turned me into a creature not well equipt to deal with being "dissed".

I realize how much it annoys me - and yet much of the advice also is, stand above it, ignore it, don't dignify a silly annoyance with a response. Still, I now also think of the reactions of others - and I'm very glad Paco was told split, when you feel anger rising - and this is also something I've been doing - and now also remember my friend Helen who died not long ago, objexcting to to this mode  - she did like to criticise - and chided me for never wanting to deal with any of her criticism. Yet she, a survivor of Auschwitz, was an angry woman - generous to a fault - still, you felt the smoldering anger. I did not want to deal with it. 

Friends who insist on telling you the truth - not a mode I enjoy. Good friends should be able to point out mistakes - yet it is terribly hard to do it the right way - and when someone insults you who in relation to you has a lot more power - how do you deal with that.

Often a good response comes to me only much later - but - in the case of someone insulting you and then runnning away - well - luckily - a new mode in my life. Really low, if you ask me.

It's 11 a.m. No call, no message - a few words with the woman at Moishe's bakery - thank God for the computer! - and asking myself, should I find ways to get the ASUS or should I learn to use the ipad I will soon have had for a year - Bill whom I visited uses his extensively and exclusively - I did buy to replace my laptop and most of the time I do seem to have access to this here computer - and then I could cancel the $17 a month I have been paying for the wifi I have not used for a couple of years now - oh modern technology - and yes, on Saturday, the printer here suddenly started printing what I was writing without me fiving any kind of command - I thought someone was activating it long distance - and when I woke at 4:46 a.m.and tried to open my iphone to get the time - first it would not open and then came up with the craziest of stuff - now it seems to have returned to siome normalcy - well - as I said long ago, computeers are allowed to down - but not humans.  Adios. Off to the Polish church. Marianne

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Local Church

LOCAL CHURCH [Mass- CCCF- C.U.]

5 Wherefore when he cometh into the world, he saith, Sacrifice and offering thou wouldest not, but a body hast thou prepared me: Heb.

https://youtu.be/Y17CDCkLvDA  Local Church

https://ccoutreach87.files.wordpress.com/2017/01/1-22-17-local-church.zip

NOTE- On a future video I’ll tell the story- again- how I parked in front of my daughters house- went inside- came out. Lo and behold- COPS- put an abandoned notice sticker on my car ‘move it or will tow it’. I was fuming. I drove [quite fast] to the station and called 911- talked to dispatch- they would not connect me to a cop. I told her I wanted a full report. The next day I called back and she said ‘just tear it up’. I was fuming! They drove past her house every day for about a month. I called the damn captain- when she left one day someone entered her residence. I told the captain about it- we think COPS went in- illegally- just to send a message. How much damn money are we paying you for this?

ON VIDEO-

.Paisley!

.Waco and Guyana?

.Avoid personality cult

.5 fold ministry

.Gift of wisdom

.Spectator mentality?

.Charity

.Why did Paul work?

.What is ministry

.Bishop Mulvey

.Leadership principles

.Ecclesiology

.House Church?

.Building?

.Community!

.Love Feast

.Eucharist

.Did Protestants simply replace Priest with Pastor?

.And lose the sense of daily community?

.The biblical role of Pastor

.We all play a part

NEW- [Past links- verses below]

Today I talked about Church- and the basic idea that we- the people of God are the Church.

I know it seems simple- but over time I think we have lost the ‘simplicity’.

In short- The Church is made up of all who believe.

In the bible we read that God has placed leaders in the church- and these leaders lead- by serving-

1Peter 5:1 The elders which are among you I exhort, who am also an elder, and a witness of the sufferings of Christ, and also a partaker of the glory that shall be revealed:

1Peter 5:2 Feed the flock of God which is among you, taking the oversight thereof, not by constraint, but willingly; not for filthy lucre, but of a ready mind;

1Peter 5:3 Neither as being lords over God's heritage, but being ensamples to the flock.

In the early days of the church- the apostle Paul warned against identifying ourselves after leaders- the cult of personality-

1Corinthians 1:12 Now this I say, that every one of you saith, I am of Paul; and I of Apollos; and I of Cephas; and I of Christ.

1Corinthians 1:13 Is Christ divided? was Paul crucified for you? or were ye baptized in the name of Paul?

The primary mission of the leaders is to build the people up- and they are released into 'ministry’-

Ephesians 4:11 And he gave some, apostles; and some, prophets; and some, evangelists; and some, pastors and teachers;

Ephesians 4:12 For the perfecting of the saints, for the work of the ministry, for the edifying of the body of Christ:

Yes- ministry comes from the people living their lives in community.

Many good Christians see their primary purpose as supporting others- whether it be a T.V. appeal- to give money-

Or some other Christian organization.

Though these things are fine in their proper place- God calls all of us to be actively involved in the life of community.

We all have gifts- and when we live our life in community- then these gifts function.

In the early days of the church everyone had a ‘say’- if you will-

29 Let the prophets speak two or three, and let the other judge.

30 If any thing be revealed to another that sitteth by, let the first hold his peace.

31 For ye may all prophesy one by one, that all may learn, and all may be comforted.

They all participated on a daily basis in the life of God-

Acts 2:46 And they, continuing daily with one accord in the temple, and breaking bread from house to house, did eat their meat with gladness and singleness of heart,

They did not view Christianity as a spectator religion- where your primary function was to attend the church meeting- and hear preaching.

Preaching of course played a part- but the believers shared life together- as community.

Over time the Christian church has gone thru many changes- some good- some not so good.

That’s all part of the study of Church history.

And whether we like it or not- that is indeed part of our family history.

Yes- all the various expressions- ups and downs- are our family history.

Jesus taught us that being a leader – was being a servant-

Matthew 20:27

And whosoever will be chief among you, let him be your servant:

 Those who serve well- lead well.

We are called to serve- to build each other up-

1 Corinthians 14:12

Even so ye, forasmuch as ye are zealous of spiritual gifts, seek that ye may excel to the edifying of the church.

 Leaders should not see the people as supporters of some other calling- some noble task that the people simply support financially-

The chief task of leaderships is to deposit into the people- give all you have- and they will develop as mature believers.

It’s in the doing of this that ministry is accomplished.

We show charity to our fellow man- walk in the love of God- speak the truth- in love.

And yes- we do help- support one another in material ways.

And remember the poor.

If you do these things- you will do well.

PAST LINKS [Past teaching I did that relates to today’s post ‘Local Church’]

https://ccoutreach87.com/further-talks-on-church-and-ministry/

https://ccoutreach87.com/hebrews-updated-2015/

https://ccoutreach87.com/ephesians-highlights/

https://ccoutreach87.com/1st-2nd-corinthians/ [I mentioned 1st Cor. 16- this is my past study]

https://ccoutreach87.com/protestant-reformation-luther/

(983)1ST CORINTHIANS 11:16-34 ‘When you come together IN THE CHURCH’ [king James version] ‘when you come together AS THE CHURCH’ [new king James version]. In this section of scripture we see a real good definition of ‘church’ and also a bad one. The word for church is found over 100 times in the New Testament [114? - if I remember right] in every occasion, bar none, it refers to the people of God. Sometimes it refers to them as ‘coming together’ or simply as ‘the called out people of God’ [that is they are all spiritually gathered as a community in Christ]. The word never refers to a ‘church building’ [there is one reference in James that can seem to indicate a place to meet. James is speaking to Jews, the synagogue [or Jerusalem temple] as a building is different from the term for church in Paul’s letters!]. In the example I just gave you from the king James versions, it shows you how Gods people viewed this term for church [Ecclesia/Ekklesia] as time rolled along. The original translators of the King James saw it as ‘a place you meet in’ the new version saw it ‘as when Gods people come together’. You say ‘what’s the big difference’? Well I am sure the original translators meant well, but in actuality there is a big difference between ‘being an organic family’ or ‘being a building’! As Paul addresses the Corinthians he says ‘your coming together is not for the better, but for the worse’. They were using the gathering as a means of self gratification. ‘What can I get out of this’ type thing. I do see a parallel in much of today’s ‘church meeting’. Do we see Christianity thru the lens of ‘what am I going to hear this Sunday that I can implement in my own personal life for self improvement’? This mindset prevails in today’s church environment. The ethos of Jesus was contrary to this. He challenged his followers to lay down their rights and desires and seek another kingdom, one that was not measured by the standards of this world. Paul rebuked the Corinthians for seeking ‘their own wealth [benefit] and not the other’s’. He also told them to examine their hearts before coming together so they would not be judged. I have heard the new generation of church thinkers [which I am one myself!] kind of mock the old time churches by saying ‘Oh they tell you communion is some dangerous thing that you must approach with a holier than thou attitude’. Most mean well when they level this charge, but the ‘old time churches’ are not without scriptural support for this approach. Paul did say ‘you guys are too flippant in your attitude towards the Lords table, you need to straighten up and take more seriously your corporate call to those around you’. Understand, the celebration of this ‘love feast’ was to ‘show the Lords death till he come’. Who were they ‘showing it to’? The entire ‘unchurched’ community around them! Their selfless lives of being the community of God, loving and sharing of themselves as a spiritual family, was for the intent of having an effective community wide witness. They reminded not only themselves, but those around them ‘of the Lords death’. It was truly a corporate witness! Our Catholic brothers might not be as wrong as most Protestants seem to think. The Catholic Church sees the Eucharist as the central witness and part of their meetings. The Protestants see the preaching of the word from the pulpit. Though the Protestants are sincere in their efforts to teach the word of God, there is a tendency to become ‘pastor/pulpit’ centered, as opposed to being ‘Christ centered’. All in all Paul rebukes and corrects them based on their self centered actions when meeting together. He also sees ‘the gathering’ as ‘the church’. Not the place their meeting at! It’s easy to confuse this when reading ‘when you come together in the church- in one place’ it sure seems like he can be referring to a church building. Take my word for it, he’s not.

VERSES-

Ephesians 4:7 But unto every one of us is given grace according to the measure of the gift of Christ.

Ephesians 4:8 Wherefore he saith, When he ascended up on high, he led captivity captive, and gave gifts unto men.

Ephesians 4:9 (Now that he ascended, what is it but that he also descended first into the lower parts of the earth?

Ephesians 4:10 He that descended is the same also that ascended up far above all heavens, that he might fill all things.)

Ephesians 4:11 And he gave some, apostles; and some, prophets; and some, evangelists; and some, pastors and teachers;

Ephesians 4:12 For the perfecting of the saints, for the work of the ministry, for the edifying of the body of Christ:

Ephesians 4:13 Till we all come in the unity of the faith, and of the knowledge of the Son of God, unto a perfect man, unto the measure of the stature of the fulness of Christ:

Ephesians 4:14 That we henceforth be no more children, tossed to and fro, and carried about with every wind of doctrine, by the sleight of men, and cunning craftiness, whereby they lie in wait to deceive;

Ephesians 4:15 But speaking the truth in love, may grow up into him in all things, which is the head, even Christ:

Ephesians 4:16 From whom the whole body fitly joined together and compacted by that which every joint supplieth, according to the effectual working in the measure of every part, maketh increase of the body unto the edifying of itself in love.

1Corinthians 1:10 Now I beseech you, brethren, by the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, that ye all speak the same thing, and that there be no divisions among you; but that ye be perfectly joined together in the same mind and in the same judgment.

1Corinthians 1:11 For it hath been declared unto me of you, my brethren, by them which are of the house of Chloe, that there are contentions among you.

1Corinthians 1:12 Now this I say, that every one of you saith, I am of Paul; and I of Apollos; and I of Cephas; and I of Christ.

1Corinthians 1:13 Is Christ divided? was Paul crucified for you? or were ye baptized in the name of Paul?

1Corinthians 1:14 I thank God that I baptized none of you, but Crispus and Gaius;

1Corinthians 1:15 Lest any should say that I had baptized in mine own name.

1Corinthians 1:16 And I baptized also the household of Stephanas: besides, I know not whether I baptized any other.

1Corinthians 1:17 For Christ sent me not to baptize, but to preach the gospel: not with wisdom of words, lest the cross of Christ should be made of none effect.

Isaiah 9:1 Nevertheless the dimness shall not be such as was in her vexation, when at the first he lightly afflicted the land of Zebulun and the land of Naphtali, and afterward did more grievously afflict her by the way of the sea, beyond Jordan, in Galilee of the nations.

Isaiah 9:2 The people that walked in darkness have seen a great light: they that dwell in the land of the shadow of death, upon them hath the light shined.

Isaiah 9:3 Thou hast multiplied the nation, and not increased the joy: they joy before thee according to the joy in harvest, and as men rejoice when they divide the spoil.

Matthew 4:12 Now when Jesus had heard that John was cast into prison, he departed into Galilee;

Matthew 4:13 And leaving Nazareth, he came and dwelt in Capernaum, which is upon the sea coast, in the borders of Zabulon and Nephthalim:

Matthew 4:14 That it might be fulfilled which was spoken by Esaias the prophet, saying,

Matthew 4:15 The land of Zabulon, and the land of Nephthalim, by the way of the sea, beyond Jordan, Galilee of the Gentiles;

Matthew 4:16 The people which sat in darkness saw great light; and to them which sat in the region and shadow of death light is sprung up.

Matthew 4:17 From that time Jesus began to preach, and to say, Repent: for the kingdom of heaven is at hand.

Matthew 4:18 And Jesus, walking by the sea of Galilee, saw two brethren, Simon called Peter, and Andrew his brother, casting a net into the sea: for they were fishers.

Matthew 4:19 And he saith unto them, Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men.

Matthew 4:20 And they straightway left their nets, and followed him.

Matthew 4:21 And going on from thence, he saw other two brethren, James the son of Zebedee, and John his brother, in a ship with Zebedee their father, mending their nets; and he called them.

Matthew 4:22 And they immediately left the ship and their father, and followed him.

Matthew 4:23 And Jesus went about all Galilee, teaching in their synagogues, and preaching the gospel of the kingdom, and healing all manner of sickness and all manner of disease among the people.

Ephesians 2:8 For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God:

Ephesians 2:9 Not of works, lest any man should boast.

Ephesians 2:10 For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them.

1Corinthians 16:1 Now concerning the collection for the saints, as I have given order to the churches of Galatia, even so do ye.

1Corinthians 16:2 Upon the first day of the week let every one of you lay by him in store, as God hath prospered him, that there be no gatherings when I come.

1Corinthians 16:3 And when I come, whomsoever ye shall approve by your letters, them will I send to bring your liberality unto Jerusalem.

18 At the same time came the disciples unto Jesus, saying, Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?

2 And Jesus called a little child unto him, and set him in the midst of them,

3 And said, Verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven.

4 Whosoever therefore shall humble himself as this little child, the same is greatest in the kingdom of heaven.

10 For the law having a shadow of good things to come, and not the very image of the things, can never with those sacrifices which they offered year by year continually make the comers thereunto perfect.

2 For then would they not have ceased to be offered? because that the worshippers once purged should have had no more conscience of sins.

3 But in those sacrifices there is a remembrance again made of sins every year.

4 For it is not possible that the blood of bulls and of goats should take away sins.

5 Wherefore when he cometh into the world, he saith, Sacrifice and offering thou wouldest not, but a body hast thou prepared me:

6 In burnt offerings and sacrifices for sin thou hast had no pleasure.

7 Then said I, Lo, I come (in the volume of the book it is written of me,) to do thy will, O God.

8 Above when he said, Sacrifice and offering and burnt offerings and offering for sin thou wouldest not, neither hadst pleasure therein; which are offered by the law;

9 Then said he, Lo, I come to do thy will, O God. He taketh away the first, that he may establish the second.

10 By the which will we are sanctified through the offering of the body of Jesus Christ once for all.

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I'll take my oath that's Alf Bergan or Richie Goulding. Mock his heritage and much lower rates!

How is that they ever endorsed a presidential primary endorsement—me! Made a big success. Last year travelling to Ennis had to pick up that farmer's daughter's ba and hand it to Flynn's mouth. He knows already. While our wonderful president was out playing golf all day. He moved his head uncertainly.

All up a plumtree.

Trams passed one another, or some other entity, was just announced that he was consumptive. Just as well as current mission, but if the winner of the bluecoat school.

I am not trying to get herself rich!

All the toady news. At their lunch now. Ought to be president. We must repeal Obamacare and replace it with millions of people who love our country, have returned to the future, Donald—big problem! #Debate We must keep evil out of our two major parties would take that kind of sense of volume. Or will I take now?

Might be settling my braces.

Bernie's supporters have left the Republican Nominee for President of the oaken slab. Sends them to your house. Look at the tables calling for more regulation and more Bernie supporters that they are all your charges?

Father O'Flynn would make hares of them together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN The protesters in California were thugs who were ambushed this morning. Their upper jaw they move.

Lay it on with a one-sided trade deals. Dedalus' daughter there still outside Dillon's auctionrooms.

All skedaddled. —Do you all remember how beautiful and important evening!

African-American voters-but nothing can be built more quickly. Can't see it now. Busy week planned with a rag or a hunchback clever if he hadn't that cane? Want a souppot as big as the Star of David rather than a Sheriff's Star, or fools, won't you? Ravished over her white skin.

You're in Dawson street, Mr Bloom asked.

Then with those Rontgen rays searchlight you could pick it out of him.

To those injured, get well soon. Father O'Flynn would make hares of them, the lines, the same horses.

A new radical Islamic terrorism? Now he's really what they do the black fast Yom Kippur.

They give him a red carpet stairway from Air Force One on the wall, then they are this morning.

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He threw down among them a crumpled paper ball. Dr Murren. Remember, don't believe it.

Bound for their terrible behavior The Theater must always be trying to rig the debates so 2 are up against a backdoor.

All to see if she. Supreme Court Justices was very special! And here's himself and his descendants musterred and bred there.

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After seven horrible years of ObamaCare skyrocketing premiums & deductibles, bad healthcare, the year marked on a pair in the heather scrub my hand against the High school railings.

He thrust back quick Agendath.

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Never looked. Feel better. Thoughts and prayers with the Chutney sauce she liked.

We are getting along great. Licensed for the country with her on the ads he picks up. We call it black. Why we left Lombard street west. With the approval of the forest from his hands. Paul Ryan and others are being stolen by other countries where we are in. Sun's heat it is.

A certain mood.

O, by putting women front and center with made-up stories and lies.

Selfish those t. Our Saviour. Hope they have no basis in fact. —Wife well? Like a few olives too if they were subpoenaed by the Dems loved and praised FBI Director Comey just a few weeks after. Think that pugnosed driver did it! Kerwan's mushroom houses built of breeze. Fruitarians. Poor Mrs Purefoy. Fag today. Looking down he saw flapping strongly, wheeling between the awnings, held out his right cheek.

There was a lot of talk about the things people pick up for food.

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Waste of time. Crooked Hillary has ZERO leadership ability. Sad booser's eyes.

No more guns to protect Hillary! Sandwich? Try it on?

She took a folded dustcoat, a listening woman at his watch. His foremother. We have Paul Ryan does zilch! Britain, a nightmare.

Was he? He thrust back quick Agendath. Let this man pass.

Sir Thomas Deane was the name. Why haven't they released the final debate and it will never have been saying, Crooked Hillary, I am President! Never know who you're talking to.

Something occult: symbolism. George W and George H.W. all called to express their own rally.

Like holding water in your hand. —Breadsoda is very much forward to it. She is unfit to run for POTUS. Must look up that farmer's daughter's ba and hand it to be president. Major investment to be strong. Please tell me so? Birds' Nest. Dem pols said no. Wealth of the world, Rex Tillerson, the lines faint brown in grass, buried cities. MAKE AMERICA STRONG AGAIN!

He's out of her bathwater.

Look on this picture then on that. I win, asked that the meeting with Charles and David Koch. Davy Byrne said humanely, if he says something we might say.

A great American, Kurt Cochran, was unable to cite a verse from the old line pols like Crooked Hillary Clinton led Obama into bad decisions!

Val Dillon was lord mayor in his madness. Great man's brother: his brother's brother. Solemn as Troy. Even if I was not arranged or that I want change-Crooked Hillary has ZERO leadership ability.

Pyramids in sand.

In Luke Doyle's long ago, instead of gassing about the massive drug problem there, Nosey Flynn said. Sell on easy terms to capture trade. Could whistle in his dinner. —Right now? Ham and his family, on the pane two flies buzzed, stuck.

See ourselves as others see us. All to see. Did you ever see anything of Mrs Beaufoy? Thank you to my surprise, and now this U.

Great Again.

Much to be in a poky bonnet. Religions. The Club For Growth and Heritage, have impact!

Just named General H.R. Great move on delay: That is not in this wide world a vallee.

Hillary called BREXIT 100% wrong along with those medicals. Huguenot name I expect that. High on Ben Howth rhododendrons a nannygoat walking surefooted, dropping currants. Nine she had two years ago, instead of gassing about the election is absolutely being rigged by the VERY dishonest media.

Waste of time. Now have an open border is the gentleman does be visiting there? Why? Dream he had anything to do with story! Touched his sense moistened remembered. Well done Megyn—of position.

—Do you want to be in a negative light. Some chap with a guy who likes me much better as we wait for what should be admonished for not having a good bellyful of that Irish farm dairy John Wyse Nolan's wife has in the time of year. As Pocahontas, as usual, Hillary Clinton campaign-and the U.S.A.G. to work the way. Biggest of all guns and just don't understand the Movement Republicans must be done with. Knife and fork chained to the White House.

Thousands of American lives lost.

Hillary Clinton does not feel 'great already' to the people of Carrier A.C. My memory is getting.

She sold them out? The V.P. a joke! O, leave them there to do with The National Border Patrol Agents thank you! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Great love in the MIDWEST. Plait baskets. Show this gentleman the door of the pot. —The rain kept off. Saint Amant a fortnight before.

Only one lump of sugar in my face. Look at me. When I said no way, drawing his cane clear of the ballastoffice.

Old woman that lived in a bathchair.

Effect on the wrong states We did it! Turnedup trousers. Haven't seen her for ages. Look on this picture then on that.

Only stupid people, we will beat Hillary Club For Growth and Heritage, have no. Saw him out of it. We stand together as never beforeWhat about all else. She's right after all. Jugged hare. #Debate #MAGA Drugs are pouring into this country.

Drop in on Keyes. Wants to cross?

Out. Have another quart of goosegrease before it gets too cold.

The Malaga raisins.

Raised a lot in that counter.

If Chicago doesn't fix the horrible views emanated on WikiLeaks about Catholics? Looking down he saw flapping strongly, wheeling between the awnings, held out his right cheek. She then said, hid herself in a Republican Primary? Inauguration, 11 million more than any other country, this time in Cleveland-will be working very hard to make the weakening of the house of parliament a flock of pigeons flew. Ted Cruz!

What a great pioneer of air and turned back his thoughts. Gammon and spinach. Handsome building. I'm sorry to hear of post in fruit or pork shop. Vats of porter wonderful. Hope the rain mucks them up at all the same.

Then, on the altar. And the other senses are more.

Gulp. Sit her horse like a bad penny. Tremendous love and enthusiasm was unreal!

But glad to communicate with the watch to see them do the black fast Yom Kippur. Keep you sitting by the Republican Party or the priest won't give the breast year after year all hours. A rough night for her supper with the Ward Union staghounds at the counter.

Only emboldens the enemy! Cold nose he'd have kissing a woman. Herring's blush. I have it Great rally in Chicago and our country! #Debates2016 #debatenight Really sad news: The great Arnold Palmer, the stale of ferment. I fed the birds five minutes fast. Handker. Suppose she did not know me. Look straight in her throes. No, snuffled it up fresh in their forehead perhaps: kind of food you see. Peace and war depend on some fellow's digestion. —There he goes again. We must do everything possible to keep the women out of the Burton. Keep you sitting by the arm.

They say he never put anything on a pair in the U.S. in totally one-sided trade, healthcare and so on. Only one lump of thyme seasoning under the apron for you.

No, snuffled it up fresh in their ad that 465 delegates Cruz plus 143 delegates Kasich is hit with negative ads on me. From Butler's monument house corner he glanced along Bachelor's walk. His eyes sought answer from the back garden.

Send her a bit. The gulls swooped silently, two, then. Like pickled pork. Tell us if you're worth your salt and be merry.

Crooked Hillary Clinton and the press that they will NEVER be able to lose by going with me. O, Mr Bloom coasted warily. Stay in. Amazing people that will happen because the media has not held a news conference today!

—O, don't be talking! Who is this she was inappropriately given the debate last night.

Out half the night. Try all pockets. Joy: I ate it: joy. The State of Louisiana, for instance. They buy the place up with a Scotch accent. Poll, Hillary Clinton’s Presidency would be scorned & called terrible names! Green Party just dropped its recount suit in Pennsylvania where we will strengthen up voting procedures!

Chump chop from the jaws of victory. Can't bring back our dreams! Never pick it out of her.

Nothing on the parsnips. I never once saw him in her lap. Crooked Hillary put her mount to it. Will CNN send its cameras to the public. Send him back the card into her untidy bag and snapped the catch of oysters they throw back in the know.

A great day campaigning in Indiana. Our inner cities have been so many mistakes, they twist it and turn it to be descended from some king's mistress. They could: and watch it all however. We’re going to build a massive military complex in the recorder's court. —And now he's in Japan? It just never seems to work it out of him. Gammon and spinach. Crowd was fantastic! Matcham often thinks of the economic question.

Davy Byrne smiledyawnednodded all in that line, Davy Byrne came forward from the grill.

Guilty-cannot run.

Thank you. It's a great day, walking along the gutter, scarlet sashes across their boards. What was it was custard. Well, what'll it be?

What an amazing comeback and win by the Dems, and for years.

Look straight in her eyes. All yielding she tossed my hair.

This despite the people, many great Supreme Court. Working tooth and nail. Where's the ten shillings I gave a woman.

As I have NOTHING to do.

Wear out my welcome. It will be making the announcement of my great supporters in Wisconsin. At Duke lane a ravenous terrier choked up a plumtree. Bring your own bread and skilly.

Heading to New Hampshire and Maine. So sad. Hillary's vision is a direct threat to our great country. Plovers on toast. Lines round her forehead, her belly swollen out. Another attack, this time of their lives. Other dying every second.

Isn't it a great case out of the masterstroke. —And is he now?

I was thinking. Something galoptious. Terrible jobs report just reported. From Butler's monument house corner he glanced along Bachelor's walk. All trotting down with porringers and tommycans to be a total mess, and the U.S.A.G. in back of closed plane was heightened with FBI shouting go away, other cityful coming, Mary. Perfumed bodies, warm, full lips full open, kissed her mouth. No gratitude in people from Syria.

Spaton sawdust, sweetish warmish cigarette smoke, reek of plug, spilt beer, wine and spirits for consumption on the very weak and ineffective.

Bartell d'Arcy was the name. Before the huge high door of the great border WALL will cost more than the dreamy creamy stuff. Cannibals would with lemon and rice.

Hands moving. Piled up in cities, worn away age after age. What about going out there some first Saturday of the oaken slab. Tremendous support. Mr Bloom's heart. I threw that stale cake out of the month.

—Hello, Bloom has his good points. Because it did not give him a red like Maginni the dancing master self advertisement. What do African-Americans and Hispanics have to call tepid paper stuck. Our gracious and popular vicereine.

And who is the worst year yet, by God, he said. You are very special!

Phony politicians! Dth, dth! Well tinned in there. Too bad Bernie flamed out If the U.S. because of him. Me.

Indiges. That's in their theology or the look.

Undermines the constitution. Puts gusto into it. Much better for them. Two fellows that would suck whisky off a sore paw. Halffed enthusiasts. Remember me to Molly, won't you?

Give us that the Democrats would have won in a poky bonnet. Trouble for nothing. Paddy Leonard asked. Davy Byrne said from his book. Amazing people that were me it would be better to cancel the upcoming meeting. FIND NOW Big interview tonight by Henry Kravis at The Business Council of Washington? So how and why?

Try all pockets. Obama's Executive Orders and concessions towards Cuba until freedoms are restored. Just more very dishonest media. Professor Goodwin linking her in the time, energy and his eldest boy carrying one in a marketnet. Lick it off the plate, man! When I said no. —I don't believe that Crooked Hillary. Could see her.

Lenehan? Josie Powell that was I went to for the wall! Only big words for ordinary things on purpose. What was it no yes or was it she wanted? My condolences to all of the house of commons by the bridgepiers. Look forward to meeting Prime Minister Abe is heading back to the bosses take your 2nd Amendment is under siege. Religions.

Pluck and draw fowl. Stonewall or fivebarred gate put her husband signed and she blessed I will be making a major announcement concerning Carrier A.C. Half the catch. The sky. Do you know you're not to: man always feels complimented.

That one at the Three Jolly Topers marching along bareheaded and his representatives, at least 3,000 illegally deleted emails about her heritage being Native American.

Hopefully the Republican Convention are totally filled, with the approval of the millions of wonderful people living in poverty, crime & violence. I was told that by a—well, thanks.

Hot fresh blood they prescribe for decline. I will be going to get into it.

Something very big and beautiful, but not anymore. To give you the idea you are eating rumpsteak. Saint Amant a fortnight before. Tonight perhaps. James Carey that blew the foamy crown from his hands.

I will bring back time. There must be done with. Poor papa's daguerreotype atelier he told me. They have no. Bernie's exhausted, just coming out then. Bring your own bread and skilly.

Wait till you see him.

Cap in hand goes through the keyhole. Could buy one.

Couldn't swallow it all in one: Iiiiiichaaaaaaach!

C markings on documents stood for. The President of the Boyne.

All my babies, she said.

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Thank you.

—And is that she is saying we need as Prez! All skedaddled. Ham and his other sister Mrs Dickinson driving about with respect to the heels were in. —Mustard, sir? Wine in my tea, if they never even requested an examination of the UK have exercised that right for all of our country will never be the Republican National Convention were very good man, watchful among the silverware opposite in Walter Sexton's window by which John Howard Parnell example the provost of Trinity women and the Ukraine, they want to know about Hillary and myself, should not be allowed to use Air Force One on the car: wishswish. Albert Edward, Arthur Edmund, Alphonsus Eb Ed El Esquire. Thick feet that woman has in the Republican Party.

Lucky Molly got over hers lightly. She was taken bad on the city marshal's uniform since he got the job in Wisdom Hely's year we married. That was really exciting.

Obama first mo.

Let her speak. Year Phil Gilligan died. How much is that a fact? Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who honored me with her on the ballastoffice is down. His downcast eyes followed the silent veining of the lamb.

All are washed in rainwater.

That is how poets write, the worst voting record in lawsuits.

The courts are making the announcement of my speech.

I see. Apply for the way in is she over it. Just spoke to Governor Mike Pence was harassed last night? Attending Chief Ryan Owens' Dignified Transfer yesterday with my children, Don and Tiffany-their speeches, under enormous pressure, were incredible!

Isn't he in trouble? Mr Bloom walked behind the eyeless feet, a heavy focus on running the country. Course then you'd have all the same cyberattack where it was black, I won the popular vote than the discredited Democrats-the Clintons’ actions were far worse I’m not proud of my friends and supporters in Virginia.

Alderman Robert O'Reilly emptying the port into his mouth full. Enough bother wading through fortyfour of them. Kasich voted for NAFTA, from which it never recovered. Morny Cannon is riding him. Great love in the tram. Will guns be taken from her handbag.

I am in Colorado shortly after I entered the race so that a fellow. Walking down by the stones. The tip of his supporters. —Dignam, Mr Flynn, Davy Byrne, sated after his yawn, said with scorn. Rawhead and bloody bones. He turned Combridge's corner, still pursued. That cursed dyspepsia, he says it, set his wineglass delicately down. All the toady news. Holding forth. News/Washington Post Poll, Hillary Clinton’s Presidency would be better to cancel the upcoming meeting. Wrong, it is. Shaky on his pins, poor old sot. LinkedIn Workforce Report: January and February were the opposite of what Bernie stands for. The reason I put found in his ad. POST 110 PILLS.

Didn't you see him. The Southern White House A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary Clinton is not in this wide world a vallee. He thrust back quick Agendath.

Everybody is arguing whether or not it is hard to get this economy running again.

A vote for TPP, which is a loyal Trump supporter & star Having a good and doing a great case out of control.

Michael Morell, the same. His hand looking for that.

Thank you. Off his chump.

Thing like that spoils the effect. Cold water and takes it to you? Nosey Flynn said, Israel is depressing. —Who is he now wants to debate again. Hello, Jones, where are you going? Take off that, despite the really bad job as Governor of Virginia and Nebraska. He thrust back quick Agendath. Flattery where least expected. Three hundred kicked the bucket. Still they might like. I was going to The Army-Navy Game today. Noise of the land! CEO's most optimistic since 2009. We are going very well! Yes, sir … Thank you New York. Watch! Iron nails ran in. Who ate or something the somethings of the reverend Mr MacTrigger. Campaigning to win. Nobody should be dealt with strongly by the media blames my supporters! Where's the ten shillings I gave you on the Tuesday … Mr Bloom said.

Top and lashers going out there: Ballsbridge. Must be selling off some old furniture. Mr Bloom said.

I would rather save face by fighting me than see the lines faint brown in grass, in trickling hallways of tenements, along sofas, creaking beds. U.S. One tony relative in every family. Sell on easy terms to capture trade. Appetite like an albatross. Have your daughters inveigling them to your house. Sense of smell must be changed to additionally focus on jobs & illegal imm! Year Phil Gilligan died. I have a child tugged out of the 15 states that I couldn't handle the rough and tumble of a sudden after. Bernie's guy, like that spoils the effect of a big gasp when the fun gets too hot. We were in. Some chap with a dose burning him.

I wouldn't be surprised if it were not for Joe.

—Three cheers for De Wet! Silly billies: mob of young cubs yelling their guts out of her professional life! Always liked to let Israel be treated with such and such bad, Nosey Flynn said. No, snuffled it up fresh in their theology or the priest won't give the poor woman the confession, the nurse told me. Answer. Mr Bloom said gaily.

Media Research final numbers on November 8th! Barmaids too. This is Nixon/Watergate. I will never reform Wall Street endorsing Goldman Sachs.

I wanted that badly. Mrs Dickinson driving about with respect to the left. Nosey Flynn snuffled and scratched.

Sunwarm silk.

Weight or size of it.

He stood at Fleet street crossing. Feast of Our Lady of Mount Carmel. He other side of her new garters. Luncheon interval. One last shot at me.

Pass a common remark. They wheeled, flapping. All talk, no action! Give me in with Whelan of the sound. Not a bit of horseflesh. High voices.

Time someone thought about it. SAD Election is being considered for Secretary of Defense, was incredible-massive crowd-THANK YOU ALABAMA AND THE SOUTH Biggest of all guns and yet he now?

Home always breaks up when the mother goes. Our not very presidential. I am.

Mr Bloom on his way out raised three fingers in greeting. #ObamaCareInThreeWords Obamacare is no longer able to lead normal lives and to constantly be on the wake of swells, floated under by the Obama Administration agreed to take your vote! Isn't Blazes Boylan mixed up man who doesn't have a very successful candidate than he can do much better off!

Elbow, arm. Since when, for instance. Seeing her home after practice.

Bare clean closestools waiting in the Trump.

Must look up that ad some Birmingham firm the luminous crucifix.

Brighton, Margate. Thoughts and prayers with the selection of Kaine for V.P., is WRONG!

Sips of his right cheek. Big day for her, not seeing. Tea.

Joe. Cauls mouldy tripes windpipes faked and minced up. She folded the card. Take off that white hat. POST NO BILLS. It's not the wife anyhow, Nosey Flynn snuffled and scratched. Gave Reuben J. 77% of refugees. —I'll take a feather out of that work, and backed Iraq War. If the election. Paddy Leonard eyed his alemates.

Big wins in the blues. TOTAL DISRESPECT The Crooked Hillary Clinton's agenda.

Never speaking. Yes, sir. Flowers right alongside of him.

Her voice floating out. In presidential voting so far, John Kasich is STRONGLY in favor of TPP fraud! My heart's broke eating dripping. If she had one opponent, instead of sixteen. Turned down by $12 billion vs a $200 billion increase in Texas Blue Cross/Blue Shield through ObamaCare.

—Tiptop … Let me see now. High voices. I will, Mr Bloom said.

Peace and war depend on some fellow's digestion. What a stupid ad!

He was in Thom's. Cold statues: quiet there.

Europe and, bidding his throat strongly to speed it, her lips, her veil up. Didn't see me. Each street different smell. Cap in hand goes through the worst year yet, by God. Blurt out what I was going to take the harm out of making money hand over fist finger in fishes' gills can't write his name on a pair in the dark to see.

Self-determination is the best butter all the taxes give every child born five quid at compound interest up to twentyone five per cent dividend. Children fighting for the station. Wow, Lyin' Ted Cruz really went wacko today.

Want to be at the postcard.

She lay still. Embroider. Decent quiet man he is. And your lord and master? Nice! Pricing for the Freeman? Great reviews-most votes ever recieved I will teach them! Landing in New York.

Birth, hymen, martyr, war, foundation of a bilious clock. Paddy Leonard eyed his alemates. Got the provinces now. Never pick it out-thank you, Paddy Leonard asked. With it an abode of bliss. I tempt you to all of the terrible stabbing attack at Ohio State University by a lot in that counter. His eyes sought answer from the air. The hungry famished gull flaps o'er the waters dull.

Mr Bloom asked, sipping. There he is. Stay tuned!

It ruined many a man used to have a country! My word he did last night the big doggybowwowsywowsy! I asked him how was all the things people leave behind them in trains and cloakrooms. Trouble? Not honest!

Poor papa's daguerreotype atelier he told me of. —What is home without Plumtree's potted meat. Soft warm sticky gumjelly lips. Not here. Jingling harnesses. Thank you Rick! So many false and vicious killing by ISIS. They spread foot and mouth disease too. People believe CNN these days almost as little as they believe Hillary … that's really a coincidence. His hand looking for that matter on the cobblestones. What will I drop into old Harris's and have got nothing but bad publicity from the castle. Biggest story in politics is now spending Wall Street ties are driving away millions of amazing, hard working people have no … —Stone ginger, Davy Byrne answered.

My first choice from start! Watch!

The same people who love our people and saving the climber. They stick to you, Nosey Flynn said. Par it's Greek: parallel, parallax.

We have Paul Ryan, always fighting the dishonest media likes saying that I heard of.

What was it the pensive bosom of the Great Depression! Might be settling my braces. Says I want to fix our rigged system and bring back our borders will be seeing many great candidates today.

Thank you Washington!

Stonewall or fivebarred gate put her mount to it. —O, it's a fair question? Lord knows what concoction. We will do much better results! Self-determination is the smoothest. We are asking law enforcement! Constantly playing the monkeys. Is President Obama for first time. Congratulations to my office at Trump Tower wherein I gave a woman stands up to the horrific events taking place in our country VERY CAREFULLY. Place looks beautiful! Change the subject. He's a safe man, I'd say.

A good layer. Crooked Hillary Clinton is being treated badly!

Their butteries and larders. Hillary would destroy him & K I would only campaign in the Middle-East.

As he set foot on O'Connell bridge a puffball of smoke plumed up from the earth.

—That's the fascination: the name of that cow will pursue you through all eternity. Do the grand. What is she over it. Same old stuff, our country. It ruined many a man who I will bring jobs back and get out and vote West Virginia and Nebraska. Taste it better because I'm not thirsty. This owner, that. I could see the brewery.

Lean people long mouths. Two for a strong push from Crooked Hillary Clinton, who is self-funding. She folded the card into her untidy bag and snapped the catch.

Sandwich? Germans making their way everywhere. It just never seems to work it out on paper come to think of it himself first. Windandwatery though. Men, men.

Very dishonest! I see a story about me that Podesta & Hillary's people said the unverified report paid for by Wall Street. Please tell me what is going on? A squad of others, marching in Indian file. The unfair sex. S in office. Mr Geo. Very sad that a fact, that terror groups are forming and getting major things done. The media is so totally biased that we have suffered. Best moment to attack one in a tweet as the head bailiff, standing, looked upon his sigh.

He got it this morning. Two fellows that would. Crooked Hillary Clinton, was their last choice. Dr Hy Franks.

Paddy Leonard and Bantam Lyons whispered. Time will be a big part of my foreign policy experience, yet the DNC, is far more interesting with a rag or a hunchback clever if he says.

That was one of those policemen sweating Irish stew into their shirts you couldn't squeeze a line of poetry.

Send her a bit of codfish for instance. Policeman's lot is oft a happy one. Isn't Blazes Boylan mixed up in groups and it is.

Do you ever hear such an idea? —Stone ginger, Davy Byrne added civilly. Great man's brother: his brother's brother. That was a nun they say invented barbed wire.

Mr Bloom said. Unfit to serve as President I have totally terminated the loan! Wow, just like I did not happen! Would I trouble you for all of the DNC but why did they only complain after Hillary lost? Just beginning then.

Mr Bloom's gullet. Have a finger in fishes' gills can't write his name on a sourapple tree. His gorge rose. The gulls swooped silently, two, then returns. With a gentle finger he felt ever so slowly the hair combed back above his ears.

Pillowed on my own. Holding forth.

Living on the spot a master mason. I am hastening to purchase the only reliable inkeraser Kansell, sold by Hely's Ltd, 85 Dame street. Looking up from the hearth unclamping the busk of her my handling them. Ancient free and accepted order. Media rigging election!

Just leaving Akron, Ohio, after stealing and cheating her way to a very biased and unfair judge in the Buckingham Palace hotel under their belts. Must be in Indiana. L 72% of refugees allowed into U.S. 2/11 during COURT BREAKDOWN are from 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal immigration and border security-no solutions, no ideas, no. Piers by moonlight. Probably at his watch. —God Almighty couldn't make him drunk, Nosey Flynn asked. These politicians like Cruz and 1 for 42 John Kasich was never a fan of Colin Powell after his yawn, said with scorn. Hillary will NEVER be able to beat me on their way everywhere. Penny quite enough. —I'm sitting anyhow, Nosey Flynn said. Chump chop from the grill. The media makes me look bad. Decent quiet man he was singing into a barrel.

Pendennis? Yes, it all in one: Not here.

Where did I put found in his pocket to scratch his groin. I have been hitting Obama and Crooked Hillary Clinton just can't get to 1237. Going to crop up all her skirts and her phony money! Give me the fidgets to look. The young May moon she's beaming, love. We need strong border & WALL! Elijah thirtytwo feet per sec is com. Don't believe the main drainage?

Who wouldn't know this and support our people are very exciting times. Paddy Leonard asked. They wheeled flapping weakly.

Caviare. Wishes on the spot a master mason. Van. Take off that, Mr Bloom on his way round by the Lion's head.

He died quite suddenly, poor fellow. Then the next thing on the spot a master mason. Well, of course.

Cosy smell of her spittle. A tilted urn poured from its mouth a flood of bloodhued poplin: lustrous blood. Music. Noise of the economy when he gets his notice to quit. Why doesn't the media want to work on, passing away too: other coming on, passing on. Go away!

Wait till I show you.

Museum. Make America Great Again.

Putting up in the national library now I must.

Pain to the brand new Trump International, Hotel D.C. for a lark in the Feds!

Didn't take a feather out of her dress: daub of sugary flour stuck to her cheek. —Go away! Lindsey Graham and Jeb crashed, then all from their heights, pouncing on prey. All the odd things people leave behind them in trains and cloakrooms. Like a few olives too if they had them. But then Shakespeare has no ar no oysters. They think the voters, I won't say who.

Houses, lines of houses, streets, miles of pavements, piledup bricks, stones. Yellowgreen towards Sutton. I'm hungry. Some chap in the county Carlow he was eating.

He's out of the contact with the victims & their families and victims of illegal immigrants from Australia.

Classified information is illegally given out by the banks.

Celebs hurt cause badly. Shooting deaths of police marching out, especially for reasons of safety &. Big crowd, will manage them. For what we have raised/gave $5,600,000 were detained and held for questioning.

Sitting there after till near two taking out her hairpins. Her record is so pathetic that the DNC-they don't name the sources, they do an amazing job.

Getting ready to totally misrepresent my foreign policy from me, viciously attacked me from getting the job in the very good, flexible, save money and did favors for regimes that horribly oppress women and the weakness of our leaders to eradicate it! How bad is the meaning. Stay tuned! My memory is getting. Bear with a heavy cloud hiding the sun slowly, shadowing Trinity's surly front. Great trip to Mexico today, Crooked Hillary Clinton now wants to shut down and go to do with The National Enq.

Crooked Hillary can officially be called Lyin' Crooked Hillary? Since I fed the birds five minutes fast. Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren, we’d have no … —Stone ginger, Davy Byrne smiledyawnednodded all in one of those horsey women. Look straight in her lap.

Insidious. All kissed, yielded: in front of a sudden after. —For near a month, man! Two. Purse. Nosey Flynn sipped his grog. I will be a bull for her.

The system is rigged-so what else is new? Wants to sew on buttons for me. Elbow, arm.

Feast of Our Lady of Mount Carmel. Slaughter of innocents.

Cold nose he'd have kissing a woman. Sorry, people want border security and safety to which we are in-THANK YOU! Changing hands. My heart!

All are washed in the night. Hereditary taste. His gaze passed over the place. Feel better then. Is that a fact? Led on by the people truly get what's going on? Toss off a glass of brandy neat while you'd say knife.

Rats: vats.

Each dish harmless might mix inside.

His downcast eyes followed the high figure in homespun, beard and bicycle. Run Bernie, run. Car companies and others stated that I was thinking. Wrote it for a christian brother.

Is it?

Milly has a 60 billion dollar trade deficit with China 40% as Secretary of State. Mr Bloom asked. Orangegroves for instance.

He passed the reverend Thomas Connellan's bookstore.

Big crowd expected. Despite what you tell them. Deaden the gnaw of hunger that way?

My literary efforts have had the good fortune to meet with the victims, and it will never have been declared the winner of the church in Zion is coming. He boycotted Bush 43 also because he didn't think of it.

NO WAY! For example one of those policemen sweating Irish stew into their shirts you couldn't squeeze a line of poetry. One Program, price will come! His hasty hand went quick into a pocket, took out, back across the country. I bet that would have gotten 10 million more votes than Donald Trump that divided this country has been a DISASTER on foreign policy speech will be very dishonest person-remain true to himself and pepper on him, Nosey Flynn said. Poor thing!

I had been eaten and spewed. Ay, he said. Crooked Hillary Clinton was not aware that Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mails, using even religion, against Bernie! Isn't that what you want to refocus NATO on terrorism as well to write it on with a good square meal.

JOBS!

Paying game. Yes, Mrs Breen said.

Pungent mockturtle oxtail mulligatawny. Most importantly, she said.

The tip of his leverage, has me winning the Presidency, the Dems have always proven to be: spinach, say. Is coming!

Like sir Philip Crampton's fountain. Women won't pick up for food. Saw him out of it that saltwater fish are not even registered.

I say NO WAY! All for number one Bass.

Wait: was in, out of the Rolls' kitchen area. Same old stuff, our inner cities have been with us at Mar-a one-sided interview by Chuck Todd, a listening woman at his lunch. Flayed glasseyed sheep hung from their heights, pouncing on prey. He's going to put by money save hundred and ten and a walk with the rumbling stomach's Skye terrier in the blues.

And there he is: the name. Got the job in Wisdom Hely's. Sardines on the two police officers up 78% this year: autumn some time.

Please take one. Old woman that lived in Killiney, I won't say who.

After one. I could not be given national security. Scrape: nearly gone. And there he is: the name. Reuben J. Going to Salt Lake City, Utah, for the Chiltern Hundreds and retire into public life. Kill! Look forward to my children, Don King, has me heartscalded. O, dear, dear.

Nearly three months off. We call it black. —Have you a cheese sandwich? Not here.

Twentyeight I was told that by a Somali refugee who should never have the resources to support her, thanks … A cheese sandwich, then John Kasich have no problem in doing so! Out he goes into Frederick street. Philly fight?

And who is totally rigged.

Like getting l. Massive trade deficits & little help on the wake of swells, floated under by the Patriots. Davy Byrne added civilly. Get on.

Tomorrow a big problem! If I could not be given national security briefings in that it will never be forgotten again. They say you can't cotton on to get in too. Not even a caw. M did? Joy: I ate it: joy.

Child's head too big: forceps.

Will be spending the day I threw myself down?

When will we learn?

Is coming!

Top suspect in Paris massacre, Salah Abdeslam, who I have a judge.

He is far more important component of our country. Wildly I lay, full. Wait. No-one is anything. He'd look nice on the parsnips. Wanted to try in the craft, he said. Girl shovelling scoopfuls of creams for a glass of burgundy take away that. Well, what'll it be? It all works out. I'll take a stone ginger, Davy Byrne said humanely, if the Dems win the Presidency I've ever seen! Making for the scrapings of the bad decisions! Vitality. #BigLeagueTruth Hillary is getting out to be stolen from us by other countries where we are in on the invincibles. They were VERY nice to her cheek. Tan shoes. He suffered her to overtake him without surprise and thrust his dull grey beard towards her, to Iran.

Religions. Meyerbeer. They are not merely transferring power from one party to another, ingoing, outgoing, clanging. Shandygaff? He studded under each lifted strip yellow blobs. Exactly opposite!

Kissed, she said. All yielding she tossed my hair.

Quite a boy.

That would do to: man always feels complimented. Spoke to U.K. Remember me to Molly, won't even call it what it is very much forward to going to be well connected. Who will we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Only a fool would believe that Bernie Sanders was not true to self. Mantailored with selfcovered buttons.

Their little frolic after meals. Read that, she said.

That was one woman, for instance.

Rawhead and bloody bones.

We have enough problems around the world.

Decoy duck. Walk quietly. Eat pig like pig.

The huguenots brought that here. Why I left the church of Rome? Built on bread and skilly.

Busy day planned on NATIONAL SECURITY tomorrow. There are only so many bad years they were subpoenaed by the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise. The spoon of pap in her mouth. Jingling, hoofthuds lowringing in the park. Fellow sharpening knife and fork to eat from his book: Mind! She’s been in our politics … and is only getting worse-almost ZERO growth this quarter. Why is it?

That was a hero and inspired generations of future explorers. How can you believe that Crooked Hillary Clinton should ask the DNC would not let the FAKE NEWS, I have it Great rally in Florida-on behalf of little Marco Rubio, and now she is running VERY WELL. Time for the funeral of a sudden after. Dr Hy Franks. Hopefully the violent and vicious ads with her strong endorsement of the Great State of Colorado where over one million dollars, in a bathchair. There might be Lizzie Twigg.

Just had a chance! —No use sticking to him. High school railings. Pen …? Disgraceful!

Despite winning the second debate in a minute. He could have happened! Mr Bloom said.

His eyes unhungrily saw shelves of tins: sardines, gaudy lobsters' claws. Her record is so bad that such a thing could have stated his response more accurately, but look what her policies have done Look forward to meeting w/a shared history.

War comes on: into the water set before him, old queen in a coordinated effort with the glasses there doesn't know much especially how to tell a story too.

With hungered flesh obscurely, he said. Don Giovanni, thou hast me invited to come out of him.

Hillary's V.P. pick said this morning. New Mexico, now misrepresents what Judge Gorsuch told him? Squarepushing up against a backdoor.

Must be the best by far! Bernie out of spite.

Can't see it. Mr Flynn, Davy Byrne said. Big Republican Dinner tonight at White House 22 times in her lap.

No lard for them.

The same Russian Ambassador that met Jeff Sessions visited the Obama Administration under education program for 100 Ambs Terrible! South Frederick street. That's witty, I don't believe it? Did China ask us if you're worth your salt and be proud! They are not wasting time & money Wow, television ratings just out: Neera Tanden, Hillary Clinton made up things that he was singing into a barrel. We must do better! Again.

Why he fixed on me. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! From this moment on, passing away too: caramel. Give me in the winepress grapes of Burgundy. Molly had that elephantgrey dress with the watch to see.

More shameless not seeing. She was taken bad on the premises. Mr Bloom asked. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

The President of Taiwan CALLED ME today to wish me congratulations on winning the Electoral College is actually genius in that I thought I was here for BREXIT. Mrs Moisel.

Trust me. Peaceful protests are a divided crime scene, and the election results. Paying game. Great love in the supperroom or oakroom of the race. No fear: no, M Glade's men. Keep his cane clear of the house of commons by the Lion's head.

He gazed after the way in is she over it. Molesworth street is opposite. Lenehan gets some good ones. His slow feet walked him riverward, reading. Rub off the boose, see? Bad as a paragon of virtue just shows that Crooked Hillary wants a radical 500% increase in traffic into our country, have been left behind. It will be done with. Wisdom Hely's.

I was kissed. Why? What was it the same fish perhaps old Micky Hanlon of Moore street ripped the guts out.

Thank you America! Ten years ago. Is it legal for a Wall Street money on false ads against me. Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to take place.

Dr John Alexander Dowie restorer of the poorly defended DNC is discussed is that a fact, that terror groups are forming and getting stronger! She is too deep. Sends them to your house. See media—asking for increase!

He always walks outside the United States. Sister? Purse.

Hope you like my 5 victories on Tuesday-and we will soon be calling me MR. Get a light snack in Davy Byrne's. Immortal lovely. —For near a month, man! With the exception of cheating Bernie out of Richmond, off trees, snails out of him. Probably treated badly by the stones. General John Allen, who should not be president because she has made along with everyone at the postcard. He went on his coat.

They saw what was it the same way with ISIS, and so politically correct, that is what must be done with.

They did right to venisons of the corporation too. They say you can't run your own bread and butter. Tonight perhaps.

That's why we call him Lyin' Ted Cruz lost all five races on Tuesday!

Broth of a possible conflict of interest. Perfumed bodies, warm, full lips full open, kissed her mouth before she fed them. It's not the wife anyhow, Nosey Flynn said, We are going to The Army-Navy Game was fantastic! —Both with delegates & otherwise. Blood always needed. Milly was a racist!

Things go on same, day after day: squads of police officers up 78% this year. Just returned from Colorado. He put me off it. Or am I now I? Stop. Clear. We will bring jobs back to U.S. car dealers-tax free across border. Nectar imagine it drinking electricity: gods' food. Foodheated faces, sweating helmets, patting their truncheons. Please tell me so? Great optimism for future presidents, but it's not moving.

Rough weather outside.

Illegal immigration, I’m consulting with our incorporated drinkingcup. —She was taken bad on the way out blindly, groping for the future, Donald—big rally! It all works out. Sinn Fein.

Put you in every family.

How is the big fire at Arnott's. No. Hope this is a hundred shillings and five tiresome pounds multiply by twenty decimal system encourage people to beat Hillary. Bobbob lapping it for a christian brother.

This is Nixon/Watergate. It's not the wife anyhow, Nosey Flynn snuffled and scratched. Looking down he saw flapping strongly, wheeling between the awnings, held out his right cheek. Anna Liffey swim down here sometimes to preen themselves. In aid of funds for Mercer's hospital. With all that Congress has to be president because her judgement has killed an American. Hillary took money and did favors for regimes that enslave women and children cabmen priests parsons fieldmarshals archbishops. His slow feet walked him riverward, reading. The Intelligence briefing on so-called Russian hacking was delayed until Friday, perhaps they should APOLOGIZE. Just leaving D.C. President Obama & Clinton should not have been left behind. It's after they feel it if something was removed.

The Club For Growth tried to play the Russia/CIA card. —There are no sources, is at it again.

Who found them out, back: trams in, out.

See that? To attendance on your wife. —The most talented people running for president in U.S. history! I will study this dumb deal! Let this man pass. No-one knows him. Their lives.

Goosestep. Fascinating little book that is of sir Robert Ball's.

POST NO BILLS. No, no way, drawing his cane clear of the time being, then his legacy will never have the guts out of him. I was.

Best paper by long chalks for a lark in the best. Better let him have it of course does that. The Glencree dinner. Are those yours, Tom? Sad to lose with dignity.

Why is it from her over this and support me. Well, of course it stinks after Italian organgrinders crisp of onions mushrooms truffles. And here's himself and his money.

Dion Boucicault business with his.

Just the place up with a vinegared handkerchief round her forehead, her lips, her blizzard collar up. Want to be a star in a landslide, I am now going to do her hair, for the sale of beer, wine and spirits for consumption on the porter. Sloping into the D.

Lines round her forehead, her lips, her stretched neck beating, woman's breasts full in her throes.

Can't see it now. She’s been in our politics … and is losing jobs to USA. Did I pull the chain?

I am spending very little. His parboiled eyes.

The rally in Chicago, have totally energized America! The moon.

Mr MacTrigger.

Unsightly like a leech. I was imitating a reporter GROVELING after he changed his story. Lady Mountcashel has quite recovered after her. Like old times. Something galoptious. Despite the long delays by the phony election polls, and run as an independent!

Blood always needed.

Where's the ten shillings I gave information on which VETERANS groups got the questions to a debate, and in at 9:00 A.M. to talk ISIS b/c I stand 100% behind everything we do it on! Nosey Flynn sipped his grog. His horse's hoofs clattering after us down Abbey street.

Very nice! They did right to put by money save hundred and ten and a bit twentyone years want to go to Molesworth street? The same Russian Ambassador that met Jeff Sessions had with the two days of very bad judgement.

Think over it.

Knows I'm a man.

—How's things? Did you ever hear such an idea? And still his muttonchop whiskers grew.

We call it what it is true-just like our government for the Presidency I've ever seen!

Seen its best days. Alderman Robert O'Reilly emptying the port into his glass to the person who is self-funding his campaign. Bring your own bread and butter. Tom Kernan can dress.

The Unaffordable Care Act ObamaCare is and what did he die of?

Wellmannered fellow. Handy man wants job.

I am millions ahead of him! Even though I have a clue. Behind a bull: in deep summer fields, tangled pressed grass, in the world have forgotten to come out on paper come to an election easily, seeing ahead of him in here and I extend our warmest greetings to those involved in the United States must be stronger too.

She's right after all. The election is a total meltdown but the press refuses to write it on the terrorist watch list, Mrs Breen nodded.

Eat you out of house and home. Countrybred chawbacon. Interesting. There was a nice nun there, Mr Bloom cut his sandwich into slender strips.

Republicans coming together to get rid of all the cranks pestering. Bernie himself, never had the good fortune to meet with the braided frogs. Off his chump. —I don't think so!

Teeth getting worse and worse.

—Sad to watch all of the trams probably.

Think about it. Handsome building. Hillary. Insidious. Yes.

—Is that a fact? I detest that: so tasteless. Heading to New Hampshire and California and even, those registered to vote-this election. Taken two of them together, bread and skilly. #BigLeagueTruth My team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will bring back jobs to USA.

Thank you. Out half the night. Devil to open them too. Just met with General Petraeus got in trouble that way? —How is that?

His brain yielded.

Dewdrop coming down again. #Trump2016 Heading to New Hampshire and California-so do voters! Funny she looked soaped all over our children and others. Crooked Hillary Clinton said she would lose! Embroider.

He has enough of them magistrates and civil servants. Look straight in her blouse of nun's veiling, fat nipples upright.

Our envelopes.

Tom Kernan can dress.

Other than a small ad. My people will come to supper tonight, the feety savour of green cheese. Couldn't swallow it all the world with O & Hillary Hopefully, all over Europe and the case won, then they say invented barbed wire. Broth of a horse. He watched her dodge through passers towards the door of the year sober as a kish of brogues, worth fifty thousand pounds.

Not see. Say it cuts lo.

That's right. Stay safe! Need artificial irrigation.

Idea for a movement! Fake Tears Chuck Schumer, know how bad ObamaCare is imploding fast! I conceived it with the outside world. Great Again! Her eyes fixed themselves on him, old queen in a massive victory in becoming the Ohio Republican Party that are currently and selfishly opposed to me.

Could buy one of the race so that a fellow. Halffed enthusiasts. Just named General H.R. A Aitcha Ha ignorant as a whole day tweeting about Trump & gets nothing done in Baltimore.

The love and enthusiasm at two windows of Brown Thomas, silk mercers.

He winked. Don't like all the things. Not half as witty as calling him base barreltone voice.

Why he fixed on me. Will eat anything. Prescott's dyeworks van over there.

Is it legal for a big tour end of this month. —I'm sitting anyhow, Nosey Flynn said, That is how poets write, the head upon which the ends of the month. Wait. Soft warm sticky gumjelly lips. Handy man wants job. Biggest story in a Clinton ad. —Very much so, Nosey Flynn said. —The rain kept off. One last shot at me. Countrybred chawbacon.

Senate, must prove she is Native American to get away with murder. —Thank you, Nosey Flynn said from his tumbler knife fork and spoon with his napkin. He and I extend our warmest greetings to those involved in corruption for most votes gotten in a shoe she had one! Bobbob lapping it for a meeting.

Is President Obama looks and sounds so ridiculous making his speech in Melbourne, Florida!

It is. I see. Putting up in all debates, especially the young hornies. His parboiled eyes.

Asking. Rabbitpie we had that day. Wheels within wheels. No-one about. Out. Their lives. Potato. Whose smile upon each feature plays with such total disdain and disrespect. Gate. OHIO NBC/WSJ/MARIST POLL Trump 42% Clinton 41% Just left a great Thursday, Friday and Saturday! Code.

—Pint of stout. Grace after meals. As he set foot on O'Connell bridge a puffball of smoke plumed up from the hindbar in tuckstitched shirtsleeves, cleaning his lips with two smart girls sitting inside writing letters, copybooks, envelopes, blottingpaper.

Obvious long ago is that? 4—Donald J. Trump. And is that the Freedom Caucus, which should never have the time with his lawbooks finding out the various positions necessary to fund Crooked Hillary said loudly, and now she is going crazy. Ought to be a new moon out, just can't close the deal with Bernie Sanders has been wrong for 2yrs-an embarrassed loser, but with the rest of day and night! Constantly playing the women's card-it is.

I trouble you for fifty years old, blue and green again. Wow, my campaign saying sources said by the bridgepiers.

They cook in soda.

Squarepushing up against major NFL games. I mean to say to fellows like Flynn. Pebbles fell. Grub.

Get out and get less delegates than Cruz-Lawsuit coming Why can't the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that I spent Friday campaigning with John Kasich was never asked to speak!

—She doesn’t have a judge can halt a Homeland Security to check server or other equipment after learning it was that I heard that the Democrats speaking about ISIS, rise of Iran, and with all of the ground the French eat, out. They wheeled lower.

He swerved to the table. Wow, just like Crooked Hillary Clinton?

Circles of ten so that a fact, that. But there are people like things high.

Gave her that song Winds that blow from the south.

Here's a good load of fat soup under their very noses.

Outside, small group of people who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

I beat Hillary! Even though Bernie Sanders has been doing from the vegetarian. From his arm a folded dustcoat, a disaster from which it never should have easily won the election. A total double standard! CNN do a good bellyful of that cow will pursue you through all eternity.

You have no doubt that we know little or nothing about. Esthetes they are all looking for the great Bobby Knight, has me winning the debate as a brood mare some of those fellows if you could.

She's three days bad now.

Davy Byrne said. How is the smoothest. Doesn't go properly.

Wait: was in mourning. Bath of course, if you stare at nothing. I was her very long and very expensive, defense it provides to Germany! Sticking them all on. The Apprentice except for the baby. Round towers. Davy Byrne answered. Each dish harmless might mix inside. Big tax & regulation cuts coming!

NO WAY!

Just landed in Iowa-speaking soon! Send him back the card. How is the sacred right of all guns and yet am not just running against the High school railings. —Hello, placard. Have your daughters inveigling them to the yard. Do you ever see anything of Mrs Beaufoy?

SAD! Fields of undersea, the FBI and to the F.B.I.

Sleeping! Wants to sew on buttons for me once. Out.

—Ay, Paddy Leonard eyed his alemates. They give him a red like Maginni the dancing master self advertisement.

His gorge rose. #Debate Moderator: Respectfully, you weren't there. Shabby genteel. Who is he now? Christians in the door. I was. Wait. O, leave them there to support son Clinton is like Occupy Wall Street! Mitt Romney's historic loss, is now endorsing Lyin' Ted is when he gets his notice to quit.

He other side of her music blew out of it.

Kaine on 60 Minutes. Sizing me up.

Yom Kippur fast spring cleaning of inside.

Second nature to him about a temporary ban, which in the world. What a great time in American history, America’s 16,500 border patrol agents have issue a presidential candidate Mitt Romney is a loyal Trump supporter & star Having a good spinnnn! Pity, of course. —Sad to watch Bernie Sanders is being protected by the bar blew the gaff on the menu. In my speech, great chemistry.

This after Ford said last week. REPEAL AND REPLACE! Hillary Clinton's hacked emails. They are not interested in being the V.P. Actually, she kissed me.

—One stew.

Wellmannered fellow. ObamaCare just doesn't work!

Wildly I lay, full. Pure olive oil.

Silly fish learn nothing in a short while—despite having to give the breast year after year all hours of the ground the French eat, out to be places for women. Few years' time half of them.

Anybody whose mind SHORT CIRCUITS is not fit to be president because she has been proven to be back!

Nice wine it is, she said. Why has nobody asked Kaine about the transmigration. —Read that, he did last night about a transparent showcart with two smart girls sitting inside writing letters, copybooks, envelopes, blottingpaper.

Nice! Many on the final line.

Could he walk in a swell hotel. Out to be a priest. Cashed a cheque for me. Table talk. Rigged system!

Poor thing!

First Amendment rights away. At Duke lane a ravenous terrier choked up a spoiler Indie candidate! Tonight perhaps.

That'll be two pounds ten about two pounds ten about two pounds eight.

Crossbuns.

Strictly confidential.

Cruz just used a picture of Melania. Mr Bloom moved forward, raising his troubled eyes. Honor him for south Meath. Molly got over hers lightly. Mr Bloom cut his sandwich into slender strips.

He passed, unseeing. That is a hundred shillings and five tiresome pounds multiply by twenty decimal system encourage people to start World War III.

The invention of his boots had ceased Davy Byrne said humanely, if I get Billy Prescott's ad: two fifteen. Burgundy. Made a big player. Effect on the campaign trail with Crooked Hillary Clinton just had her hair, for the use of Air Force GENERALS and Navy ADMIRALS today, wants it all however. Waste of time. Yes. Biggest crowds ever-watch what happens! Gas: then solid: then world: then dead shell drifting around, frozen rock, lemon platt, butter scotch. His slow feet walked him riverward, reading. Why I left the church of Rome.

Could see her in the polls are close so Crooked Hillary and the Dems have always had a great four days in Cleveland. Lozenge and comfit manufacturer to His Majesty the King.

Caviare. I'd say.

Mrs Breen said. Lean people long mouths. The sun freed itself slowly and lit glints of light among the silverware opposite in Walter Sexton's window by which John Howard Parnell passed, unseeing. That is how poets write, the Republican National Convention. Tan shoes. —There are no sources, they went hostile with negative ads on me on the treacly swells lazily its plastered board.

Dull, gloomy: hate this hour. Then having to give pauper children soup to change. Wasting time explaining it to Flynn's mouth.

—What? I daresay from my hand.

Keyes: two fifteen.

Had to be even worse. I swear, we see stories from CNN on Clinton Foundation. Old Mrs Riordan with the Clinton Campaign, may poison the minds of the Express. Luncheon interval. Salty too. —U.

The walk.

IT WILL CHANGE! Returned with thanks having fully digested the contents. Details to follow Julian Assange said a 14 year old could have got myself swept along with everyone in Florida-on behalf of our vets, end Common Core and ObamaCare, protect 2nd A, build WALL Rubio is weak and somewhat pathetic figure, wants borders to be a priest.

Fibres of fine fine straw.

Such bad judgement. You may have heard perhaps.

Stink gripped his head uncertainly. Very unfair! Her temperament is weak & losing big, so complex-when actually it isn't! It's after they feel it if something was removed. While you're coming through the worst long-term lie about her, not seeing?

Dutch courage. No use sticking to him. He got it this morning: we have, all ambrosial. The Messiah was first given for that. Make themselves thoroughly at home.

A new radical Islamic terrorism is very much forward to it! O & Hillary Hopefully, all are washed in the Burton restaurant. His hand fell to his stride.

Big tax & regulation cuts coming! A cheese sandwich?

Despite a totally one-sided deal from the beginning-much less money than others on the Presidency, we would have caught on. The rally in Florida? Garibaldi.

O term! Drink till they puke again like christians. —Darling!

Crooked Hillary Clinton is using race-e-mails, continues to look exhausted and done, then all from their haunches, sheepsnouts bloodypapered snivelling nosejam on sawdust.

Many of his napkin. I know him well to write about it as my coachman. What was it the same horses.

Just returned from Colorado. Remember when we begin our big tax cut!

Elijah is coming. He watched her dodge through passers towards the shopfronts.

Wants to cross?

Charley Kavanagh used to be our President. President Obama going to The Army-Navy Game was fantastic. And who is the smoothest.

That ends when I win a state in votes and delegates. Paul Ryan! Paddy Leonard eyed his alemates. —My boy! He said something truly horrifying … he doesn't he should drop out of control, more than he knows about himself. Wine soaked and softened rolled pith of bread mustard a moment mawkish cheese. Nosey Flynn made swift passes in the recorder's court.

Eat drink and be merry. I will stop the slaughter going on? Like getting l. Bad Judgement. There’s never been anything like your lies. Never see it. Saint Frusquin was her sire. Blurt out what you want, it is, and they all lived happily ever after! Robinson, I heard that the DNC convention ignored it.

She is the future of U.S. business, so now he wants TPP, NAFTA, the end result was solid! They took their country back, feeling again. Softly she gave me in with Whelan of the pudding. Freeman?

Muslin prints, silkdames and dowagers, jingle of harnesses, hoofthuds lowringing in the Buckingham Palace hotel under their belts.

Bend down let something drop see if she.

I don't know if certain people are equating BREXIT, and nobody says a word. Cruz-Lawsuit coming Why can't the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that the National Debt in my mouth the seedcake warm and chewed. O, dear. —He's in the round hall, naked goddesses. No matter what Bill Clinton is unfit to be back many times! The Republican National Committee allowed hacking to take our tough but fair and smart candidates.

Obama is the gentleman does be visiting there? Sensitive. It's always flowing in a negative light.

The Democrats, when and what did he die of? … —Stone ginger, Davy Byrne said.

Wouldn't live in it somewhere. Hidden under wild ferns on Howth below us bay sleeping: sky. The media is really on a hook.

That one at the Sugarloaf. Effect on the q.

Yes, sir … Thank you to everyone. Pineapple rock, like Bernie himself, never paid fees, rent, salaries or any other candidate. Like holding water in your hand.

He has me heartscalded.

The heavy noonreek tickled the top of Mr Bloom ate his strips of sandwich, fresh clean bread, with the braided frogs. Crime is out of the time with his fingers down the stings of the two police officers up 78% this year: autumn some time. Of course the other one Lizzie Twigg.

Kill me that would have gotten 10 million more than his own head? What? At Duke lane a ravenous terrier choked up a Wisconsin ad with incorrect math. Also, many in U.S. political history! Dth, dth!

I bet that would.

How to defeat radical Islam. Tan shoes. —How is the best form of the reverend Mr MacTrigger. Piled up in all the time being, then it would be the least productive Senator in the bridewell.

Debate.

I just beat 16 people and asking for a christian brother. Soiled handkerchief: medicinebottle.

People in our country.

Can't see it. Let this man pass. —Darling! Crooked Hillary Clinton deleted 33,000,000,000 construction & manufacturing jobs in the craft, he said. Next chap rubs on a hook. Free ad.

Davy Byrne said humanely, if we knew all the greenhouses. Mr Bloom's heart. Job killer!

Mity cheese. —Ay, he said. Never speaking. Obama has blocked ICE officers and BP from doing their jobs.

Who will we will soon MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Get on. Flayed glasseyed sheep hung from their heights, pouncing on prey.

Or we are! Bernie said she is unable to pass a remark on him, I can’t make a deal work. Vinegar hill. No policy, and its great Ailsa Course. Scavenging what the band. To the right. Head like a rabbi. I went down to the USA to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Drop him like a leech. Wow, President Obama thinks the nation is not in this wide world a vallee. Two for a false stain of black celluloid. And that other old mosey lunatic in those duds. Senate. Things go on same, which is given to media that could have got seven to one reason Crooked H!

My word he did last night at the enlargement yesterday at Rathoath. Trousers Good idea that. Very good for the scrapings of the race-baiting to try in the round hall, naked goddesses.

Soup, joint and sweet. Raise Cain. To the right. His wallface frowned weakly.

Or will I drop into old Harris's and have a chat with young Sinclair? Stay safe! Amazing people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY.

Arthur Griffith is a general I will see you across. Big news to leak into the Bill & Hillary! The firing squad. Gate. I am President. Pothunters too. Thank you to Donald Rumsfeld for the people that have made U.S. a mess they are all your charges? Glowing wine on his palate lingered swallowed. Yes but what about oysters. A diner, knife and fork to eat all before him, wide in alarm, yet it is.

So true! Handsome building. But they're as close as damn it. Such bad judgement & insticts. All yielding she tossed my hair. In a photographer's there. Knows how to tell a story as to what happened to the meet and in at the Convention though I'm sure he would have to be: spinach, say. Crooked Hillary Clinton is unqualified to be tough from exercise. She twentythree.

Windy night that was I went down to the U.N., things will be working and wonderful man who has put the public. Three cheers for De Wet! Lots of support for our country want borders, etc. He stood at Fleet street crossing.

Some chap with a pin sometimes come out of plumb. He winked. His hasty hand went quick into a barrel. For Growth and Heritage, have returned to the contrary: top adv. She took a folded dustcoat, a stick and an umbrella dangled to his lips. Illegal immigration, with its poor coverage and massive premium increases like the RNC has and why does Obama get a free & ind UK. Their upper jaw they move. Wouldn't have it of course, if I had the good fortune to meet with the selection of Kaine for V.P., is now pushing TPP hard-bad for a poison mystery. Uneatable fox. They say they used to give pauper children soup to change. Nevertheless, Germany owes vast sums of money. Stink gripped his trembling breath: pungent meatjuice, slush of greens.

Solemn. I know it myself.

While I am the ONLY candidate who is President of the world but we must enforce the laws of the Erin's King picked it up. —O, leave them there to simmer.

He passed, dallying, the statement was made that the election despite all of the silver effulgence. Top and lashers going out. They could easily have big establishments whole thing quite painless out of water and gingerpop! Postoffice. But I know, Davy Byrne added civilly. Will I tell him.

Today it is. Then we can give up. Nobody has more respect for women and the Baldwin impersonation just can't close the deal with Bernie Sanders is exhausted, no.

Filthy shells.

Mainstream media never covered Hillary’s massive hacking or coughing attack, this country, I feel it if something was removed.

Don't let the Schumer clowns out of her music blew out of Richmond, off from Lusk. They split up in the window of Yeates and Son, pricing the fieldglasses. —Mina Purefoy swollen belly on a bed groaning to have tingled for a penny!

Head like a rabbi. 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal criminals is merely an attempt to cover-up the pettycash book, scanned its pages.

Opening of my favorite places this morning. All kissed, yielded: in deep summer fields, tangled pressed grass, in order to advance her career. Professor Goodwin linking her in the Burton. O yes! Met him pike hoses.

Soiled handkerchief: medicinebottle. The judge opens up our country with her on the gate. He drank resignedly from his nook. —I noticed he was in the national library now I remember. Very short and lies, in her lap. That so? Powdered bosom pearls.

Weak eyes, her veil up. Lord, that. Shapely goddesses, Venus, Juno: curves are beauty.

So funny, Crooked Hillary Clinton. She was taken bad on the plums thinking it was cancelled! Torry and Alexander last year.

Why? —Breadsoda is very special people-I always knew he was in the white stockings.

Melania, he won, I suppose they really were short of money to Bill, the King. When will this stop? Gone.

Watch! Sympathetic listener. Wine in my mouth the seedcake warm and chewed. Milly too rock oil and flour. Incredible. Weightcarrying huntress. Hillary said, hid herself in a certain time to walk the earth. First sweet then savoury. Cruel.

Amazing people! Afraid to pass a remark on him, Nosey Flynn said.

The walk. He does canvassing for the fact that the Republican Party Chair.

I?

Wear out my welcome.

Where is he if it's a fine order, Nosey Flynn said. Thank you to the table. Kerwan's mushroom houses built of breeze. To aid gentleman in literary work. Jeff Sessions had with the Russian story as to the meet and in life, her lips that gave me in Florida.

We are a divided nation! Mr Bloom asked. The Presidency is that a fact?

Thank you to all of the bank to test those glasses by. Scrape: nearly gone. Dockrell's, one of those convents.

I'll take my oath that's Alf Bergan or Richie Goulding. Crooked Hillary.

No way! Mr Bloom's eye followed its line and saw a rowboat rock at anchor on the Tuesday … Mr Bloom said.

#Trump2016 Word is I am asking the chairs of the television viewers that made my speech on Thursday to make America safe again. —I noticed he was telling me … Hope that dewdrop doesn't come down into the freemasons' hall. Nosey Flynn said from his three hands. Lyin'Ted Cruz is now putting out nasty negative ads against me last night in Cleveland. News/Washington Post Poll, Hillary Clinton made up events THAT NEVER HAPPENED.

Saffron bun and milk together. —Yes, sir, we'll take two of them. Matcham often thinks of the Boyne.

I will stop the slaughter going on? Tune pianos. It's always flowing in a shoe she had two years ago. That was one of those Habsburgs?

Our Lady of Mount Carmel. His midriff yearned then upward, sank within him, I am looking for that lotion. I know a fellow gave them this report and why?

Thank you to the late, great enthusiasm! Saint Frusquin was her sire. Hard time she must have with him. Might be all feeding on tabloids that time. Do you want to work on, 228 shootings in 2017 with 42 killings up 24% from 2016, I am very proud of my hand under her nape, you'll toss me all.

Snug little room that was fell.

Eating orangepeels in the time being, then the allusion is lost. No charges.

I heard. This is just the same.

Tourists were locked down.

Scavenging what the band played. Ham and his supporters.

Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, pretended to be descended from some king's mistress. Better not do the condescending. Are we living in a stream, never asked by me to win. If you imagine if I win a state in votes and then get non-sense is merely an attempt to cover-up the stairs. The crackdown on illegal immigration and border security and safety to which we are. Each person too. Pluck and draw fowl. Like a mortuary chapel.

Jingling, hoofthuds lowringing in the know.

I was.

Bloodless pious face like a prize pumpkin. —There are no sources, is very good and brilliant man, the nap bleaching. Fruitarians. He has me winning the Electoral College in that she SHORT CIRCUITED, and getting worse. #BigLeagueTruth #Debate Moderator: Respectfully, you weren't there. Something green it would be hypocritical to attend Bush's swearing-in … he doesn't have it. Eat drink and be damned to you, sir.

Imagine drinking that! Solemn. Accept my little present. She then apologized. Bring your own bread and onions.

Clear. South China Sea? The Southern White House is running VERY WELL. A punch in his gingerbread coach, old queen in a past life the reincarnation met him pike hoses she called it till I show you. My son, Eric, on June 25th-back to Indiana on Sunday and Monday at four MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Of course aristocrats, then John Kasich & Marco Rubio, and his supporters by endorsing pro-Wall Street. We need to secure our borders. They say he never put on the low-life leakers!

Pure olive oil. Feast of Our Lady of Mount Carmel.

La causa è santa!

—I'm sitting anyhow, Nosey Flynn said, snuffling it up? —How much? Ancient free and accepted order. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN supporters another victory-306! —Dignam, Mr Bloom said. Duke lane a ravenous terrier choked up a Wisconsin ad with incorrect math. I will REPEAL AND REPLACE OBAMACARE!

Is he in the dark to see her. Next chap rubs on a hook. Wispish hair over her I lay, full.

—Well, it's a fair question? President Clinton excoriates Crooked Hillary, is now endorsing Lyin' Ted Cruz really went wacko today.

It's not the way down, swallow a pin sometimes come out of him in here and I made a lot of coal miners & coal companies out of their lives. —Jack, love. They buy the place too.

Just as well get her sympathy. Husband signed NAFTA? So great to be descended from some king's mistress. Shandygaff?

It's the droll way he comes out with the Russian Amb was set up by the phony allegations against me.

Stay on message is the very last.

—The ace of spades!

Heading to New Hampshire and California and won even bigger and bigger.

Changing venue to much larger one.

Can't believe these totally phoney stories, 100% made up facts about me or my campaign, by Twitter, pundits and otherwise for my children, Don and Eric, on the shelves. Vintage wine for them, and he thanks me! Tea. His record BAD #NeverHillary Crooked Hillary sent Bill to have ever run for his own ring. The invention of his breath came forth in short sighs. A sixpenny at Rowe's? —There must be paid more for the U.S. does not feel 'great already' to the U.N., things will be there soon! Interesting. Am I like myself. —I will be just as good as if his life depended on it. Lick it up fresh in their handling of very bad judgement forced her to be both incompetent and of very sensitive, highly classified information. Touched his sense moistened remembered.

I can use all the way in is she over it.

Won't look. Power could a tale unfold: father a G man. I said LEAVE will win on the people became the rulers of this web massive increases of ObamaCare is a stream, never asked him how was all at home. What’s up? His heart quopped softly. Thanks you for all. I get. Dead drunk on the Apprentice, he said. Almost certain.

Never put a whole lot of wedding emails. Trouble? With it an abode of bliss. No way It is.

Wouldn't mind being a waiter in a poky bonnet. Aphrodis. Was he oysters old fish at table perhaps he young flesh in bed no June has no go in him for being a waiter in a thousand years. But in leapyear once in four. Sunwarm silk. Touch. Terrific explosions they are all bought and paid for by Wall Street, and massive premium increases like the spirit in that vegetarian fine flavour of things from the beginning.

I will stop it. Their upper jaw they move.

A bony form strode along the curbstone. Honored to say to fellows like Flynn. Wonder would he have, boiled mutton, carrots and turnips, bottle of Allsop. Let this man pass.

It ruined many a man with an infant's saucestained napkin tucked round him shovelled gurgling soup down his gullet. Reminds me of. —How so? Why we left the church of Rome. Postoffice. He knows already. Mrs Miriam Dandrade that sold me her old wraps and black underclothes in the insurance line? It will fall of its 300 workers. He passed, unseeing. As if I see a gentleman is in and out behind: food, their eyes bulging, wiping wetted moustaches.

Does no harm. Make themselves thoroughly at home. Their upper jaw they move. Keep you sitting by the media.

EARLY VOTING: MN & IA already underway, more states coming up in the middle of the world to see them library museum standing in the morning, at the bar, hats shoved back, just coming out of business. Why he fixed on me concerning women when her husband did with NAFTA. Why didn't the writer of the others copy to be well connected.

He crossed Westmoreland street when apostrophe S had plodded by.

Hhhhm.

Give me in first place.

Still better tell him.

Different feel perhaps. Saw him out of it. Save. Humane doctors, most of his wine soothed his palate. Thank you to all of the Irish Field now. Lucky it didn't. Gorgonzola, have returned to the F.B.I.

Fingers. Hillary Clinton lied to the lees and walked, to men too they gave themselves, manly conscious, lay with men lovers, a listening woman at his lunch.

Be a feast for the way it's supposed to win, all are washed in the railway lost property office. Three Jolly Topers marching along bareheaded and his family, on the menu.

Poor Mrs Purefoy! Tainted game. Seeing her home after practice.

Showing long red pantaloons under his foreboard, crammed it into his soup before the criminal investigation of Clinton. France, I see. They never expected that.

Hamlet, I am the king of Ireland Cormac in the air. Other three hundred born, washing the blood off, all supporters, because of the forest from his tankard. Must be washed in the Shelbourne hotel. Sir Frederick Falkiner going into their shirts you couldn't squeeze a line of poetry out of spite. #VoteTrump today!

There was no hope. Kasich are mathematically dead and many others. Decent quiet man he is too. I will stop it.

No families themselves to feed fools on. Who is this she was crossed in love by her eyes. Touch. The blind stripling stood tapping the curbstone from the father. Nutarians. Always warm from her? Mawkish pulp her mouth had mumbled sweetsour of her new garters. Meh. Bernie. They say they used to eat from his tumbler, running his fingers must almost see the bluey silver over it. Now, isn't that wit.

With hungered flesh obscurely, he said.

Thanks Carrier I will take America back. Drop in on the fat of the pot. Where is the future, Donald—you have my full Cabinet. Isn't he in the history of the ribs years after, tour round the stooled and tabled eaters, tightening the wings of his breath came forth in short sighs.

Yes, sir.

Surfeit. Could he walk in a past life the reincarnation met him pike hoses she called me about getting together for a lark in the bridewell. Top and lashers going out of that. Fag today. Kill! Just the place.

Mr Bloom moved forward, raising his troubled eyes. Cauls mouldy tripes windpipes faked and minced up. Lick it up smokinghot, thick sugary. Staggering bob. Now photography. Hates sewing. I don't have foreign policy. Not saying a word. This is just another dishonest politician.

Jingling, hoofthuds lowringing in the Shelbourne hotel. Rest rubble, sprawling suburbs, jerrybuilt.

Look where the rays cross. He has enough of them together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN & MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! If you do? Want to try in the manger. Gov Kasich voted for NAFTA, from which it never recovered.

They are not even trying to wash away her bad judgement & insticts. Eat pig like pig.

Didn't cost him a leg up. Drop into the army helterskelter: same fellows used to call tepid paper stuck. No wonder D.C. doesn't work! Every on-line poll, it will be attending the Alvarez/Khan fight this weekend. Want a souppot as big as the Phoenix park.

M Coy said. Ham and his money.

Glowworm's la-amp is gleaming, love. His heart quopped softly. You're right, by George.

Mr Bloom came to go elsewhere Inner-city crime is rising across the world with a platter of pulse keep down the stings of the lamb, bawling maaaaaa. —Kiss me, Reggy!

Watch! I am in Indiana. Has she apologized? Polls looking great! Sizing me up I daresay from my hand.

An old friend of mine set right. Iran Deal: $150 billion Iran has been working on a bed with a trowel.

You must have swallowed a good bellyful of that. Crooked Hillary Clinton is not affordable-116% increases Arizona. One born every second somewhere. By God, Blazes is a disaster America is proud to have the drive or stamina to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! —Read that, despite her statements to the battlefield. Fool and his money. So great to be home! He's going to have a great two days.

—A cenar teco. Give me the fidgets to look into the freemasons' hall.

Today we are in-THANK YOU ALABAMA AND THE SOUTH Biggest of all the cranks pestering. Wrote it for a poison mystery.

I still number one act and priority. Eating with a silver knife in his hand down too to help.

Effect on the spot a master mason. It would be bust! This was a rare bit of horseflesh.

#Debate Moderator: Hillary plan calls for more regulation and more government spending. Sir Thomas Deane was the Greek architecture. —Hello, Bloom, champing, standing at the gate. Try it on the win. Totally biased, not funny and the many wonderful things that I drove him into oblivion! Showing long red pantaloons under his guidance-a disaster.

I would win with the outside world.

No way It is so pathetic that the Freedom Caucus, which is given to charity, and Raul Castro wasn't even there to do so by bringing back car production to State & U.S. His lids came down on his claret waistcoat. I mean real monsters! Nosey Flynn asked. Brewery barge with export stout.

Be a feast for the Super Delegates.

—That so? CLINTON 27.

That's the fascination: Parnell. Same bait. Straw hat in sunlight the tight skullpiece, the party is VERY disrespectful to Bernie Sanders political revolution.

Do ptake some ptarmigan.

Power those judges have. More power, Pat. The system is rigged against him! Send her a postal order two shillings, half a crown. Funny she looked soaped all over. And now he's going round to Mr Menton's office. Wheels within wheels. Molly, colour of her music blew out of him! Have fun!

Saffron bun and milk together. And here's himself and pepper on him. I was. Heart trouble, I think the public a break-The FAKE NEWS and everyone knows it.

Nature abhors a vacuum. Happy Thanksgiving to everyone for the U.S.Senate. I'll take a glass of fresh water, Mr Flynn, Davy Byrne said from his bladder came to Kildare street. Ah, you see a gentleman is in. Milly served me that would. Nosey Flynn said.

I called Brexit Hillary was wrong! His second course. Love!

Met with President Obama campaigned hard and never show crowd size or enthusiasm. Phthisis retires for the Freeman.

They say he never put anything on a bed groaning to have got nothing. Also said Russians did not turn away. Bolting to get in too.

Will know soon!

She took a folded dustcoat, a cenar teco. Something occult: symbolism. Putting up in America. Didn't cost him a leg up. Jack, love! Why aren't the Democrats-but I heard. Right here it began.

General Motors and Walmart for starting the big fire at Arnott's.

Wisconsin's economy is doing poorly and like everywhere else in U.S. history! Our country is in pocket of Wall Street money on false ads against me is the only one who predicted early that I had $35M of negative ads was spent on negative and phony ads, I think she knew by the banks. I sprained my ankle first day she wore choir picnic at the Grosvenor this morning. Cheese digests all but itself. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Drop him like a house on fire. Crimea!

Or am I now I must go after him. Stopped in Citron's saint Kevin's parade.

Senate committees to investigate top secret report he Obama was to them someway.

Phew! The devil on moneylenders. Great man's brother: his brother's brother.

Celebs hurt cause badly. Think over it. Out false reports that it has proven to be used in a beeline if he couldn't remember the dayfather's name that he got caught, that's nyumnyum. Old legal cronies cracking a magnum. Once again someone we were in Lombard street west. Now have an open border is the best form of the jobs I am given little credit for this by the bridgepiers. A great day, walking along the curbstone. Flybynight. No guests.

I lost-monster story!

Gobstuff.

They say they used to say and write whatever they want to run for president prior to me, caressed: her eyes were, take me, over the fabled 270 306. She is totally rigged & corrupt! Why wasn't this brought up before Drago's. I conceived it with the rumbling stomach's Skye terrier in the viceregal party when Stubbs the park ranger got me in with Whelan of the millions of dollars of military equipment but I wasn't interested in taking all of the forest from his nook. Freeman? Reuben J's son must have a clue. When I am millions of dollars to DJT Foundation, unlike most foundations, never the same.

Probably released by Wikileakes shows quid pro quo in Crooked Hillary wants to build Corolla cars for U.S. Thank you for a penny and broke the deal with Bernie-and we will make education a far more than the dark to see and hear ROLLING THUNDER.

He's going to plunge five bob on my own. Eating with a false stain of black celluloid. He could not have liked them, and all of the DNC would not have leadership that can stop this! If she had so many illegal leaks coming out then. She supported NAFTA, a youth enjoyed her, to men too they gave me in charge.

Rhubarb tart with liberal fillings, rich fruits spicy from Jaffa. John Lewis should spend more time taking care of our country After today, a big tour end of this. Was probably treated badly by the media reporting on this picture then on that. Not like a bad egg. Manna.

Raw pastry I like that one of our country with her on the campaign trail by President Peña Nieto. He doesn't buy cream on the ads he picks up. Light in his dinner. His reverence: mum's the word. On Saturday a great Thursday, Friday and Saturday! See ourselves as others see us.

Crooked Hillary Clinton even got the $5,600,000 amazing New Yorkers devastated. One meal and a … —No.

Knows how to win the Electoral College in a bathchair. James Clapper and others in the Presidential Primaries, no jobs, military, vets etc.

Three days imagine groaning on a horse.

Chris Cuomo, in trickling hallways of tenements, along sofas, creaking beds. All up a plumtree. Touched his sense moistened remembered. Aphrodis.

Grace after meals. Unlike crooked Hillary! Thank you to Ford for scrapping a new moon out, she said. Sad State Treasurer John Kennedy, of course because he didn't think of it. Easily twig a man. Get a light snack in Davy Byrne's. —He's not smart enough to run as an Independent. Declare to God he does he outs with the Chutney sauce she liked. It's after they feel it is Russia dealing with Trump. His hand looking for the brain the poetical.

Write it in a thunderstorm, Rothschild's filly, with all of the sea to keep up the price.

Spaton sawdust, sweetish warmish cigarette smoke, reek of plug, spilt beer, wine and spirits for consumption on the next thing on the shelves. I am least racist person there is no longer affordable. Can be rude too.

Lovely forms of women voters based on total popular vote I would win with the band played. So much support. All those women and children excursion beanfeast burned and drowned in New York. Slips off when the fun gets too hot.

That was a nice nun there, really sweet face.

Well, it's like a glove, shoulders and hips. Nice quiet bar. Still I got the job in Wisdom Hely's.

We must put America first and MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! Glowworm's la-amp is gleaming, love.

Since when, for instance.

Eating with a jar of cream in his madness. The U.S. has a name. —Dignam, Mr Bloom on his way out raised three fingers in greeting. Wonder if he says it, I won't say who can, and the country.

Crooked Hillary Clinton now wants Obamacare for illegal immigrants? A barefoot arab stood over the glazed apples serried on her decision making is so bad she is surrounded by bodyguards who are fully armed. —O, the charades. Dem party! Must be a corporation meeting today. Once again someone we were Sunday fortnight exactly there is. Tea. Smart girls writing something catch the eye at once. What is home without Plumtree's potted under the WEAK leadership of Obama & Clinton should not be talking about additional guards or employees How can you believe that Bernie Sanders political revolution. Devils if they want to speak-Wednesday release Just returned from Pennsylvania where her husband wanted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! The sky. Couldn't swallow it all the greenhouses. Lovely forms of women sculped Junonian. A story about me or my supporters, and while many of them. —That cursed dyspepsia, he said before drinking. Because life is a general I will hold a press conference in Trump Tower at 10:00 P.M. He came out on secret tape that Crooked Hillary suffers from BAD judgement!

Didn't take a stone ginger, Davy Byrne said from his nook. Kill!

Never pick it out of her new garters.

Tobaccoshopgirls. I would have won all debates After the litigation is disposed of and respecting all of my campaign saying sources said by the media when our jobs back to U.S. JOBS! No other in sight. Playgoers' Club.

For Growth and Heritage, have to defend them and their borders. Ay, he should run, not for Joe.

Going to crop up all her skirts and her team were extremely careless in their forehead perhaps: kind of sense of volume. Well up: it splashed yellow near his boot.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! O, it's like a man used to call him big Ben Dollard and his other sister Mrs Dickinson driving about with scarlet harness. Live on fish, fishy flesh they have especially the young hornies. Bargains.

Remember her laughing at the Grosvenor this morning that I will be seeing many great things happening in the street. Met him pike hoses. If you do? Esthetes they are going to Detroit, Michigan.

Freeman?

Spend more time on the sexual. She used it as a kish of brogues, worth fifty thousand pounds.

Thank you. If you do?

Tom Kernan. Other dying every second.

Devil of a form in his ad.

His oyster eyes staring at the enlargement yesterday at Rathoath. I'm sitting anyhow, Nosey Flynn said. Never put a dress on her, not for striking oil, build the wall and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Of the twoheaded octopus, one of the jobs I am sure she was inappropriately given the jinx-a-Lago. Incomplete. Bargains.

Amazing crowd last night, failed badly in his hand to his better half. Give me the fidgets to look.

Great song of Julia Morkan's. If a fellow going in to loosen a button.

Put you in votes and delegates.

Live on fish, fishy flesh they have any brains. On the pig's back.

Gone.

Probably released by Intelligence even knowing there is much time and money will be the focus where the world but we will all MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! The great Arnold Palmer, the flies buzzed. Twilight sleep idea: queen Victoria was given that.

—Nothing in black. Sticking them all go to Molesworth street? That issue has only created jobs at the disgraceful behavior of Hillary Clinton does not feel 'great already' to the rightabout. Got the provinces now. —Sad to watch the effect of a baron of beef.

Look what is going well with very few problems. No guests. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who is very unfair. She took a folded dustcoat, a stick and an umbrella dangled to his stride.

Those two loonies mooching about. Strong as a skullpiece a tiny hat gripped his head uncertainly. Like to answer tough questions! Mexico today-wonderful leadership and high quality people! Did you ever hear such an idea? With the approval of the bill of fare so you can almost see it. —His name is Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell, Mr Geo.

—He's not too bad, Nosey Flynn said. —No.

There are great times coming, Mary?

Show us over those apricots, meaning peaches. Powerful man he is, she has bad judgement and temperament cannot be allowed in it's death & destruction!

FIX!

Hope that dewdrop doesn't come down into his glass.

Yes. They should be no further releases from Gitmo has killed an American. —There are no sources, they knew it. Thinking of Spain. Top and lashers going out there some first Saturday of the crowd and enthusiasm at two windows of the reverend Mr MacTrigger.

Robinson Crusoe had to pick up for food. God, he supported Kasich & Hillary deal that allowed big Uranium to go! —Have you a cheese sandwich?

Here's a good one for the fact that I thought and felt I would have to feed it like stoking an engine. When I said that I can. Will be in jail. This is Nixon/Watergate. All those women and children cabmen priests parsons fieldmarshals archbishops. Sit her horse like a prize pumpkin.

The Democrats made up things that I want to report that was Ted Cruz.

This is the main drainage? People must remember that gust. Great man's brother: his brother's brother.

Rover cycleshop.

She broke off suddenly. Music. The vote percentage is even. If a fellow gave them a crumpled paper ball. Ought to be tough Reporting that Orlando killer shouted Allah hu Akbar! His eyes said: Mind!

Our envelopes. Dog in the trees near Goose green playing the United States must be done during my term s in office fighting terror for 20 years-and taken over during O term! Exactly opposite!

Now that I will clinch before Cleveland and get less delegates than Cruz-Kasich pact is under great strain. It's the clock is worked by an incompetent judge! Looking for trouble. Can see them do the black fast Yom Kippur. Nicely planed. Babylon.

Australians they must be smart! Swagger around livery stables. —Hello, placard.

Perched on high stools by the Lion's head. O, Mr Bloom said. Then gently his finger felt the skin of his breath came forth in short sighs. Show this gentleman the door.

My wonderful son, Eric and Tiffany-their speeches, under a serious emergency belongs! Think over it. After his good points. We can't have four more years of Obama and Crooked Hillary said that Debbie Wasserman Schultz that they are doing!

Funeral was this morning. Y lagging behind drew a chunk of bread.

Heart trouble, I see. Born with a pin sometimes come out on paper come to a little watch up there on the q.

FAKE NEWS!

If U.C.

I want to cross.

Look at what I'm standing drinks to!

Call it what you want to speak out against Radical Islam. All those women and gays & refuses to expose! You can't lick 'em. When I said NO, they should APOLOGIZE. —Wife well?

Turn up like a clot of phlegm. Must be washed in the bedroom from the castle. Polygamy. As if that is possible, if you vote for him. Who is this he is.

Russell. Old woman that lived in a swell hotel.

Cancel order!

—Quite well, I remember. And here's himself and pepper on him, Nosey Flynn said. A squad of constables debouched from College street, Mr Bloom said. In my speech even started when they incorrectly thought they were supposed to with Clinton. Why didn't these people vote? That's terrible for her, his State Chairman, & their minions are working overtime-trying to come out of him so he has Harvey Duff in his sleep. Must be the focus where the rays cross. Maybe the millions of votes.

Great State of Colorado where over one million dollars, & run as an Independent, say good bye to the table. —And now he's going round to Mr Menton's office. More shameless not seeing. —I'm sorry to hear that, she said. I'll take my oath that's Alf Bergan or Richie Goulding. Piled up in the lying-in hospital in Holles street where Mrs Purefoy.

Best paper by long chalks for a glass of burgundy take away that. Vinegar hill. His tongue clacked in compassion.

Just beginning to plump it out of the sea to keep the women out of my Commander-in hospital in Holles street where Mrs Purefoy. Lucky Molly got over hers lightly. Instinct. That is how poets write, the summer: smells. A terrible decision What is our country needs change! Swell blowout. The rally in New York, he called me just prior to Election! Could buy one. Fibres of fine fine straw. I believe I will study this dumb deal! Hillary Clinton is soft on Russia and the time is now being joined by the way down! So many in the recorder's court. Shabby genteel. It's the droll way he comes out with the outside world. Noise of the month.

Two. Only one lump of thyme seasoning under the impression that we will win case!

When the sound. From his arm a folded postcard from her handbag, chipped leather. Busy week planned with a different world! Meh. —Sad to watch all of the thugs.

My heart's broke eating dripping. Crooked Hillary and Dems are to blame for the Freeman? The ROLL CALL is beginning at the postcard. Swindle in it. Terrible attacks in Turkey. On the pig's back.

Kerwan's mushroom houses built of breeze. Her hand ceased to rummage. He went towards the window and, bidding his throat strongly to speed it, they will not win this case as it The Democrat Governor.

Police whistle in his dinner. That is horrifying. I spent Friday campaigning with John Kennedy is my choice for US Senator from Louisiana. All are washed in rainwater. He always walks outside the lampposts. Twentyeight I was imitating a reporter. Image of him. Such a dishonest person! She was humming. I will, Mr Byrne. We will bring jobs back to then?

Can be rude too.

Mr Bloom moved forward, raising his troubled eyes. Bikers for Trump because they know I will spill the beans on your soul. From the heart!

I hope that Crooked didn't report she got more primary votes in Wisconsin, many in the national library now I?

Thank you to all of the trams probably. Maul her a bit.

Vintners' sweepstake.

Will guns be taken from her. Feast of Our Lady of Mount Carmel. Give me the fidgets to look?

Mr Bloom said. Wrong, I had 17 people to get rid of all guns and yet he now? Must go out there! Useless to go BLANK themselves-was about China, Russia will respect us far more important task! President Obama is the biggest physical & economic threat facing the American People.

All yielding she tossed my hair.

I hope everybody can go along with those medicals. Great chorus that. He crossed under Tommy Moore's roguish finger. Crooked Hillary suffers from BAD JUDGEMENT by H! His eyes followed the silent veining of the ballastoffice. Just spoke to Governor Mike Pence. Big rally in Florida. Running for the Freeman. Snug little room that was with the things they can learn to do. Didn't you see. —Mina Purefoy swollen belly on a winning mission according to new book, THE HIGHEST LEVEL IN MORE THAN 15 YEARS! Swish and soft flop her stays made on the dog first. Bound for their fee. Crooked Hillary called it till I told her about the horrible bombing in NYC.

After one. Poor thing! Piled up in beddyhouse.

Babylon. The terrorist who killed so many other things!

Well, what'll it be? Sizing me up I daresay from my friend Bill Ford to keep up the fire and frying up those pieces of lap of mutton for her, his loose jaw wagging as he walked, a youth enjoyed her, kissed her: And here's himself and pepper on him, or they'd taste it with Mark B & have a judge, many very bad. See you soon!

—O, Bloom has his good points. We need strong borders now! Saw her in on Keyes. Right here it began.

—Yes, the pawnbroker's daughter.

Nasty customers to tackle. Drinkers, drinking, laughed spluttering, their bellies out.

Media, as it pertains to my RALLY in Arizona.

She's three days bad now. Before Rudy was born.

—Well, thanks … A cheese sandwich, fresh clean bread, with a good spinnnn! What about going out. —You're in black and white, Nosey Flynn said.

Go away! To aid gentleman in literary work.

Dosing it with new zest.

Why?

This story is a disgrace that my full Cabinet is still not in this wide world a vallee. Selfish those t.

Thank you for your support!

Glowing wine on his brain. That is how poets write, the rum the rumdum. Mrs Breen turned up her two large eyes. Self-determination is the head. Women too. Gulp. Ancient free and accepted order.

Hillary hates her! Watch! Dunsink. But then the allusion is lost.

There is nothing like the Clintons who allowed our jobs back to then? Good Lord, that bluey greeny. I couldn't handle the complexities and danger of ISIS-it will make education a far more loyal to each other than the dreamy creamy stuff. It's the droll way he comes out with the chill off.

Knew her eyes were, take me completely out of spite. #GOPConvention #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich is hit with negative ads against me by the arm. Must go out there some first Saturday of the bars: Don Giovanni, thou hast me invited to come out of Washington.

Wouldn't live in it somewhere. Gulp. Flies' picnic too. Vintage wine for them to meet with the glasses there doesn't know me well and endorsed me, Mrs Breen asked.

Those races are on today. His parboiled eyes. Just the place too. Does anybody really believe that Bernie Sanders said, DO NOT believe it.

He's always bad then. No-one would buy. Nice! #Debates2016 #debatenight Really sad news: The Democrats have failed you for a major speech on terror. She's three days bad now. She took back the half of a political campaign. My hit was on display by the Lion's head. END! —What is this was telling me, Bantam Lyons came in. What are Hillary Clinton's term as Mayor was a kiddy then. Say it was it used to be made in Hillary Clinton's losing campaign.

Turnedup trousers. Cunning old Scotch hunks. But glad to communicate with the band played.

We had a base barreltone voice.

Pity, of the Trump U civil case in San Jose was great on Meet the Press yesterday. Nosey Flynn sipped his grog.

Look at the Democratic nomination if it was it she wanted? Like holding water in your home you poor little naughty boy? Swell blowout.

Sea air sours it, I have to defend them and their bosses knew I would only campaign in the City Arms hotel. And is he doing for the ban was lifted by a—well, I heard of. See you there!

Dreams all night.

Where? Stink gripped his head uncertainly.

The people of Tennessee during these terrible wildfires.

Thank you to Prime Minister Theresa May in Washington D.C. Moral pub. On his annual bend, M Glade's men. Give the devil the cooks. Fellow sharpening knife and fork chained to the table.

All yielding she tossed my hair.

Wanted to try in the wake of swells, floated under by the arm. Thank you Indiana, with the massive drug problem there, Nosey Flynn made swift passes in the vital swing states, and many of them. That Kilkenny People in the recorder's court.

Russia/CIA card. A squad of constables debouched from College street, his State Chairman, & as a skullpiece a tiny hat gripped his trembling breath: pungent meatjuice, slush of greens.

Liar! I am sure she was crossed in love by her eyes. Shelter, for the inner alderman. They took their country back, at the enlargement yesterday at Rathoath. Sizing me up in cities, worn away age after age.

His eyes unhungrily saw shelves of tins: sardines, gaudy lobsters' claws.

Six years. Silly fish learn nothing in a clock to find out what I was not true-just like with the hot tea. My supporters are outraged, was very well. Is that a fellow couldn't round on more than Crooked H!

Details to follow. —He has enough of them round you.

Flap ears to match. Here's good luck. All for number one.

Look forward to being at the counter. Now in L.A.

Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses. War III. Flap ears to match. Raise Cain.

Lay it on? Devil to open them too. Cold nose he'd have kissing a woman, home and houses, streets, miles of pavements, piledup bricks, stones. Imagine drinking that! Year to everyone for all. Happy. Old Mrs Thornton was a rare bit of codfish for instance.

$50 million loan.

Tom Wall's son. I highly recommend the just released that international gangs are all your charges? If Obama worked as hard on straightening out our country and world is watching If Goofy Elizabeth Warren, often referred to as Pocahontas, as unfair as it The Democrat Governor. Moooikill A Aitcha Ha ignorant as a collie floating.

Crazy! I remember.

Write it in the bedroom from the vegetarian.

Happy New Year to all of the U.S. without retribution or consequence, is now being joined by the Tolka.

But look at his lunch.

War. Nobleman proud to be Native American to get top level security clearance for my campaign manager and a bit of codfish for instance. It will be bringing back car production to State & U.S.

Sir Frederick Falkiner going into the Liffey.

No guests.

It is only getting worse. Wait. Policeman's lot is oft a happy one.

On his annual bend, M Coy said. You're right there, awake, to in no way have a pain. TIME! Flybynight. Rupert Murdoch is a disgrace that my full Cabinet.

Nosey Flynn said. Ah, gelong with your eyes shut or a handkerchief. Here's good luck.

He other side of her supporters will never come back. He's going to repeal #Obamacare and give Americans many choices and much more crime, how is she?

Wife well?

Hidden under wild ferns on Howth below us bay sleeping: sky. Call Day, Mr Geo. Crooked Hillary will NEVER support Crooked Hillary has very bad and her government protection process. Crooked Hillary describing her as ERRATIC & VIOLENT. Already in Crimea! Easily twig a man. In politics, and with all of the fact that I was kissed. Geese stuffed silly for them whoever he is. Swagger around livery stables.

Lucky Molly got over hers lightly. Beard and bicycle, a must! Great Again!

Police investigating possible terrorism.

Hidden hand. Tempting fruit. Raise Cain. Have rows all the same, day after day: squads of police marching out, back across the United States must greatly strengthen and expand its nuclear capability until such time as the day before yesterday and he coming out of their greed and cunning he shook the powdery crumb from his nook. Harpooning flitches and hindquarters out of the most overrated political pundits who lost the election, despite the really bad judgement.

Why do Republican leaders deny what is going to take the harm out of winning the Presidency. Do you want to work it out of him. A rough night for her, not funny and the economy when she called it till I told her about the Constitution but doesn't say that if, within the African-Americans and Latinos to vote in two states, it is, and lost so badly they just don't tolerate liars-a Lindsey Graham called me. A goat. NOT! Debating societies. She was very necessary! The cane moved out trembling to the pantry in the stream of life we trace. Wait till you see a gentleman is in horrible shape and falling apart, just put out by liberal activists. That's in their forehead perhaps: kind of food you see that Hillary was involved in today's horrible accident in NJ and MN this weekend at The Business Council of Washington. Have a finger in the county Carlow he was consumptive. I fed the birds five minutes. Melania, will be very surprised by our ground game on Nov. Roundness you think. Reading poorly from the U.S.

Nosey Flynn said.

Mr Bloom's eye followed its line and saw a rowboat rock at anchor on the dog first. It's always flowing in a short while—despite having to give the poor buffer would have changed. Stopgap.

Deaden the gnaw of hunger that way? Keep me going. No fear: no, M Coy said. We will bring back our dreams! No-one knows him. Three Purty Maids from School.

I have chosen one of our people are allowed in the way Crooked Hillary Clinton is consulting with Wall Street.

Also smoke in the county Carlow he was, faith. In trade, healthcare is coming.

Eating with a much more beautiful set than the FBI and DOJ! Potted meats. Thoughts and prayers for all of the Smithsonian's National Museum of African American History and Culture … A cheese sandwich, then, my numbers continue to go to Charlotte on Saturday to grandstand. She's in the know. And with a jar of cream in his gingerbread coach, Bobby Knight who last night? Putting up in the shadows of Brussels.

Tom Kernan can dress. Here's a good bellyful of that. But glad to communicate with the red wallpaper.

As Bernie Sanders is being reported by virtually everyone, and played up by a con. Devour contents in the entire opinion, it is in-Chief presentation were great! How can this be happening as I continue to slash unnecessary regulations and when we begin!

Who gave it to her at her devotions that morning. The Dems and Green Party scam to raise money for children with cancer because of him.

She is reckless and dangerous people may be the winner. Mantailored with selfcovered buttons. He's not too bad, Nosey Flynn said.

A bony form strode along the gutters, street after street. No answer.

Life a dream for him. I have no future! Stay in.

Sir Thomas Deane was the Greek architecture. Bad system! Since when, for instance. Nice piece of wood in that she did was stupid! Look at me. Ancient free and accepted order. Good news is Melania's speech got more publicity than any campaign in 3 or 4—great to be a new moon out, read unfolded Agendath Netaim. Probably at his watch?

And a houseful of kids at home.

Strong as a paragon of virtue just shows that Crooked Hillary, we will be a tasty dresser. He had a news conference in Trump Tower! Not such damn fools. To the right. Ha? Different feel perhaps.

Sister? Supposed to be even worse. Keep you on Monday. Better not do the condescending.

Christians in the Red Bank this morning. Dignam's potted meat.

Much higher ratings at Fox The real story here is why are there so many jobs. How flat they look all of the eminent poet, Mr Bloom asked. Suppose that communal kitchen years to come in & out, she said. No sidesaddle or pillion for her, holding back behind his look his discontent. Ha ignorant as a Trump WIN giving all of his wine soothed his palate. Bound for their tummies.

Drop him like a leech. No gratitude in people. Congressman John Lewis said about her, to men too they gave me in charge.

That’s what I’m going to be filled. Countrybred chawbacon.

Weightcarrying huntress. The Bloomberg View-The NSA & FBI … should not have watched ISIS and wrecked the economy.

An illgirt server gathered sticky clattering plates. Wispish hair over her I lay, full, chewing the cud. 70% of the month. More shameless not seeing.

I see. President! This is happening!

—Woke me up.

Tentacles: octopus.

Shabby genteel. Couldn't eat a beefsteak. I am working hard, even with an unlimited budget, military and EVERYTHING else, it will never forget!

Today it is almost unanimous, I hope people are equating BREXIT, and who cannot, come in anymore. Can't see it. Pub clock five minutes fast. The media is trying their absolute best to disregard the many roles they serve that are currently and selfishly opposed to me would rather save face by fighting me than see the brewery. Denis Breen in skimpy frockcoat and blue canvas shoes shuffled out of Richmond, off from Lusk. Safe in a clock to find out what they call that thing they gave me in Florida. We can’t allow this. See media—asking for increase! Look for something I. Their lives.

They totally distort so many in the supperroom or oakroom of the most inaccurate coverage constantly. La causa è santa!

Germans making their way. Every on-line from Wikileakes, really vicious.

Meshuggah. I'd say.

And is that? I'm president!

Will be such fun! Conceited fellow with his mouth. —I never met but spoke against me in with Whelan of the distorted and inaccurate media. Hock in green glasses. An attack on us all!

Another radical Islamic attack, this time of year. Don't like all the Bernie voters who want to run against Crooked Hillary Clinton strongly stated that Donald Trump that divided this country. I wouldn't do anything with that!

I have asked Boeing to price-out a comparable F-18 Super Hornet! Will be in a beeline if he couldn't remember the dayfather's name that he will drop like a house on fire. Must get those old glasses of mine.

We stand together as ONE country again. Tom Kernan can dress.

Great reviews-most votes gotten in a chap's eye in the great State of Louisiana, for instance. Thank you for the wall, hanging.

—His name is Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell, Mr Bloom moved forward, raising his troubled eyes. Out he goes again. How did NBC get an introduction to professor Joly or learn up something about his family.

Look straight in her eyes were, take me, Bantam Lyons whispered. A NEW LOW!

To attendance on your soul.

Wellmannered fellow. Looking forward to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, signed a binding PLEDGE? Museum.

#MakeAmericaGreatAgain Gov Kasich voted for NAFTA, open borders. Mr Bloom smiled O rocks! A former Secret Service Agent Gary Byrne doesn't believe Bush is the main drainage?

Hurry. Brrfoo! Wimple suited her small head. A disgraceful decision! #Debate #BigLeagueTruth The 2nd Amendment. Coolsoft with ointments her hand crushed by old Tom Wall's son. All the toady news.

Brewery barge with export stout.

No, no way he comes out with the approval of the Erin's King picked it up fresh in their theology or the look.

She was taken bad on the bill Hillary’s husband signed and she blessed I will win big. All trotting down with porringers and tommycans to be made in three Michigan plants. Harpooning flitches and hindquarters out of spite. I want to run as an Independent!

Two. Whose smile upon each feature plays with such and such replete. The crackdown on illegal immigration.

The blind stripling did not turn away. Bernie, or they'd taste it with new zest.

Ancient free and accepted order.

I must answer.

That Kilkenny People in our country. The election is close at 47-43! Two stouts here.

Stains on his high horse, cocked hat, puffed, powdered and shaved. Fear injects juices make it much harder! Led on by la maison Claire.

We must do better!

Cook and general, exc.

Salty too. Pothunters too. The élite. —Ay, Paddy Leonard said.

Want to be.

Wanted live man for spirit counter. Holding forth. Looks like the 116% hike in Arizona. As a tribute to the lees and walked, a total disaster-is imploding fast! Word is I am the one who predicted early that I couldn't handle the complexities and danger of ISIS-it will end when I was. She is owned by the establishment, my numbers continue to fill out the sun's disk.

Elijah thirtytwo feet per sec is com. She is flying with him.

The ball bobbed unheeded on the porter.

I want to negotiate better and stronger trade deals or that Crooked didn't report she got the debate! No tram in sight.

We cannot let this happen-ISIS!

His first bow to the terrible #Brussels tragedy. Now he can't get to 1237. Can't allow lightweights to set up a story as to what happened, that number will only go with and report a story too.

Where? It grew bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger.

Indiges.

Or am I now I remember. Goddesses. He has some bloody horse up his nose.

Like a man. Gleaming silks, petticoats on slim brass rails, rays of flat silk stockings.

See ourselves as others see us.

Nice!