#lain glen

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue March 1, 1960

Chanel Haute Couture Collection Spring/Summer 1960. Anna Carin Bjorck wears a beige Glen checked wool suit. The shorter jacket is bordered with gold braid; at the collar, buttons not to be buttoned. The skirt has low pleats. Slingback sandals from Raymond Massaro.

Chanel Collection Haute Couture Printemps/Été 1960. Anna Carin Bjorck porte un tailleur en laine à carreaux Glen beige. La veste, plus courte est bordée d'un galon doré ; au col, boutons à ne pas boutonner. La jupe est à plis bas. Sandales à bride arrière de Raymond Massaro.

Photo Jerry Schatzberg vogue archive

[hockeychatstea]

I mean Tate Mcrae is a B-List singer for sure, and she’s only 20. Hangs out with Katy Perry, Dua Lipa, Sean Bankhead (Beyonce and Rihanna’s choreographer), Glen Powell and Sydney Sweeney… she’s full on the Hollywood scene. She could very well become an established A-List singer as she grows since she is so young. Sillinger is one of the players who could NOT handle dating someone like her. There are very few that could, I couldn’t name you any lol. Maybe Patrik Laine or I would say Connor Bedard in the future. I could name you the ones that could NOT though. McDavid, the Hughes, Fantilli, Marner, Matthews, jeez I could go on. It’s sad the fragility these men have on their masculinity, which is also my theory as to why they cheat.

I agree with you anon lol

[jimrichardsonng]

Scotland Fix of the Day: I’m excited to say that in a couple of weeks I’ll be back in Scotland gazing at Eilean Donan castle after sailing down the Caledonian canal and out into the Inner Hebrides. I'll be aboard the Lord of the Glens with National Geographic Expeditions, a trip I've done before. Two hundred years ago industrious Scots were digging this historic canal, building it large enough to carry a 32 gun frigate, at the time of the Napoleonic wars. It’s considerably more peaceful now, wildflowers were growing along the canal trail on this morning as we hiked along the canal trail, catching up with the boat at the next loch. The canal starts in Inverness and ends near Ft. William. In between it connects Loch Ness (montser there), Loch Oich (might have a monster) and Loch Lochy, past castles, villages and pubs, through stunning scenery and the kind of history any Outlander fan might relish. The Lord of the Glens always draws a crowd as we ascend the locks in Fort Augustus. Back in the day when the locks were operated by capstans it took half a day to get through but now it’s usually about 90 minutes. After a stop on the Isle of Eigg (or maybe Rum) in the Small Isles we'll be on to Iona, always a pretty sight with boats coming and going. Granite boulders forming the Street of the Dead (Sraid nam Marbh) leading off to Iona Abbey have lain here on Iona for more than 1,000 years. Along this processional way the bodies of Scottish Kings (MacBeth included) and royalty were carried to their graves in Reilig Odhráin from Martyr’s Bay, where Viking raiders killed 68 monks in 806 AD. In the evening we dock in the harbor at Tobermory on the Isle of Mull, looking out at what has to be one of the prettiest waterfronts of any Scottish island village. It’s famed for the signature red, yellow, and blue buildings that the children’s television show “Balamory” made famous. It's a terrific trip, full of history, great landscapes and culture. And who knows, we might get a dram of whisky along the way. #scotland #highlands #outlander #epic_landscape #highlands #bestofscotland #hiddenscotland #thehighlandcollective #scotland_highlights #ig_scotland #visitscotland — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/aGvrQRc

[scarletwitchie2]

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with director Simon West, actors Lain Glen and Daniel Craig at June 11, 2001 LA premiere of Lara Croft Tomb Raider

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LA premiere of Taking Lives 2004

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: November 11, 1977

Lyrics:

Mull of Kintyre

Oh, mist rolling in from the sea

My desire is always to be here

Oh, Mull of Kintyre

Far have I traveled and much have I seen

Dark distant mountains with valleys of green

Past painted deserts, the sunset's on fire

As he carries me home to the Mull of Kintyre

Mull of Kintyre

Oh, mist rolling in from the sea

My desire is always to be here

Oh, Mull of Kintyre

Sweep through the heather like deer in the glen

Carry me back to the days I knew then

Nights when we sang like a heavenly choir

Of the life and the times of the Mull of Kintyre

Mull of Kintyre

Oh, mist rolling in from the sea

My desire is always to be here

Oh, Mull of Kintyre

Smiles in the sunshine and tears in the rain

Still take me back to where my memories remain

Flickering embers grow higher and higher

As they carry me back to the Mull of Kintyre

Mull of Kintyre

Oh, mist rolling in from the sea

My desire is always to be here

Oh, Mull of Kintyre

Mull of Kintyre

Oh, mist rolling in from the sea

My desire is always to be here

Oh, Mull of Kintyre

Songwriter:

La, la-la-la

Mull of Kintyre

La, la-la-la

Mull of Kintyre

Paul Mccartney / Denny Laine

SongFacts:

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[queersrus]

Breath Of The Wild Theme

names for characters from the legend of zelda; breath of the wild!

ak, akk, akka, akkal, akkala, aya, au, aug, al, ali, aliz, aliza, ash, ashe, ax, axy, axyl, aj, aji, akra, akrah, achne, ardin, ashai, aurie, ariane, amali, ami, agus, amira, aster azu, armes, anly,

bad, badd, baddek, bam, bamb, bambo, bamboo, ban, banji, bau, baum, bauma, baumar, bay, bayg, bayge, bee, beed, beedle, bol, bols, bolson, bri, brig, brigo, bai, baij, ben, benn, benny, bo, bosh, bot, botr, bore, botri, botric, botrick, bran, branli, blad, bladon boh, bohr, bohri, bohrin, bold, boldon, bree, breen, bar, barg, bargo, bargoh, blu, blud, bludo, blynne, barta, benja, babi bertri, bozai, bulia, buliara, bedoli, bazz, brokka, bugut,

cam, camb, cambo, chab, chabi, cho, chor, chork, chu, chum, chumi, chumin, chi, chiga, cal, cala, calam, calami, calamity, can, cann, canni, chuk, chuki, chio, calisa, caly, calyban, cara, canolo, cree, cecili, cleff, celessa, calip, clavia, chessica, cloyne, cima, cotera, cado, claree, cottla,

dab, dabi, da, dah, dmi, dmit, dmitr, dmitre, dmitri, dai, daim, drak, dug, dugby, damia, daz, dillie, dalia, danda, deltan, dina, dorrah, danton, dento, dunma, dorephan, dantz, darton, domidak, dorian,

en, end, enda, endai, ep, epo, epon, epona, et, ets, etsu, el, eld, eldi, eldin, essa, estan, emry, eryck,

far, faro, faroh, farosh, fy, fys, fyso, fyson, fi, fin, finn, fu, fugo, faron, fegran, frelly, frita, furosa, flaxel, falmark, finley, fronk, flavi,

gof, gofla, goflam, grey, greyson, gray, grayson glee, gleem, gleema, gran, grant, grante, glen, glend, glendo, gan, gano, ganon, got, gott, gottr, gottre, gotter, gom, goma, gomar, gai, gail, gaile, gale, gon, gong, gongur, gonguro, gonguron, gor, gora, gorae, grap, grapp, goro, goron, gar, gars, garsh, garshon, gartan, greta, guy, galli, geggle, genli, gesane, gruve, gaddison, garill, garini, giro,

hy, hyr, hyre, hyru, hyrule, hyl, hyle, hyli, hylia, hylian, hee, heehl, hes, hest, hestu, hud, huds, hudso, hudson, hesh, hesho, hag, hagi, hagie, hun, hunn, hunni, hunnie, hoz, hai, hait, haite, hal, halan, harlow, harry, harth, huck, hino,

ita, isha, izra, ivee, impa,

jan, jana, janna, jer, jeri, jerr, jerri, jerrin, ja, jen, jengo, jini, jora, jules, juan, juanne, juanne, juannelle, jogo, juney, jiahto, joute,

kab, kabe, kabet, kabett, kabette, kabetta, kan, kann, kanny, kap, kaps, kapso, kapson, kar, karso, karson, kas, kass, ken, keny, kenyo, ki, kil, kilt, kilto, kilton, ka, kah, kai, kaif, kaifa, ke, ke'nai, kash, kasho, kat, kato, katos, katosa, khi, khin, khini, kin, king, ko, kor, kori, korima, keh, korb, korba, korbah, kal, kala, kaso, kaa, kaam, kata, katah, katt, katta, kon, konba, kair, kairo, karsh, kay, kayr, kayre, kayra, kim, kima, kish, krane, ketoh, korok, kula, konora, kyra, kalani, kohm, kotta, kachoo, kaysa, kheel, kotts, kaneli, kayden, keye, kodah, karin, koyin, kiana, kinov, kampo, koko,

li, lin, link, lee, leek, leeka, leekah, lar, laro, larob, laroba, lon, lonn, lonni, lonnie, lat, lata, latan, loone, lukan, laine, lashley leena, liana, lorn lyn, lynd, lyndae, lester, laissa, ledo, laflat, laruta, lawdon, letty, leop, lasli,

me, mee, meesh, meeshy, meg, megh, meghen, meghan, meghyn, mei, mil, mils, mi, min, mina, miph, mipha, mis, misk, misko, mae, mael, mog, mogg, moggs, mo, mon, mona, monar, monari, mony, monya, my, myt, myti, mij, mija, mijah, may, mayr, mayro, mir, mirr, mirro, molo, maca, mala, malanya, makure malena, marta, merina, muava, maike, maypin, moza, mary, monkton, modar, molli, mazli, misa, marot, muzu, mimos, manny medda, mubs, mimo, magda, mellie,

nat, nay, nayd, naydr, nadre, naydre, nadra, naydra, naz, nazbi, nad, nadd, naddo, naddon, neil, ni, nim, nima, nobo, nam, namu, namut, nami, namik, namika, noy, noya, neha, natie, nali, nellie, nobiro, nott, notts, nekk, nack, narah, nebb, nikki, numar, nanna,

om, oma, oman, owa, oz, ozz, ooh, offra, offrak, ozu, ozun, ozund, ozunda, oak, oaky, oaki, onya, olu, oliff, olkin, ollie,

pel, peli, pelis, peliso, pelison, pi, pika, pikan, pikang, pikango, pit, pita, pitar, plat, plate, platea, plateau, par, parc, parce, parcy, percy, py, pyle, peeks, pepp, padok, perosa, phanna, pokki, padda, pasha, pearle, ploka, pritana, pyra, palme, piaffe, pirou, pondo, ponthos, pedra, prima, pruce, purah, prissen, paya,

qua, quince,

reg, rega, regan, rev, reva, reval, revali, rho, rhon, rhond, rhonds, rhondso, rhondson, ri, rik, ron, ronn, rex, ru, rul, ruli, rob, robb, robbi, robbie, rudi, rhoa, rhoam, roh, roht, rohta, ruv, ruvo, rot, rota, rok, roke, rokee, ray, raym, russ, ram, rame, ramel, ramell, ramella, ro, rog, roga, rogar, rogaro, roha, rohan, roscoe, riju, reez, reeza, rima, risa, roma, romah, rotana, ripp, ropsten, raegah, rivan, ralera, reede, rhodes, rozel, rensa, rola,

sav, save, savel, savell, savelle, sher, sherf, sherfi, sherif, sherfin, sho, sor, sorel, sorrel, soreli, sorelia, spoon, spoone, si, sido, sidon, shaka, shakah, stam, stamm, sea, saas, shi, shir, shira, sham, shama, shamae, shor, shore, shora, shae, spri, sprinn, straia, suzum suzuna, shabonne, strade, sud, sudrey, saula, smaude, spera sumati, shaillu, sesami, selmie, saki, seggin, satty, spinch, sayge, sefaro, seldon, sophie, senna, symin, sebasto, sagessa, shay, shibo, steen,

tor, torr, tore, toren, tot, tots, totsu, totsun, totsune, totsuna, ty, tye, ten, tenn, tenne, tu, tut, tuts, tutsu, tutsuwa, tar, tarr, tarry, tarre, tarrey, tom, toma, tof, toff, toffa, tro, trot, trott, toh, tan, tank, tanko, tray, tash, tasho, tali, tera, tauma, teake, traysi, teba, tulin, tona, tottika, tula, torfeau, trello, tumbo, teli, tamana, teebo, thad, tokk, tasseren, trissa,

urb, urbo, urbos, urbosa, uma,

vol, volc, volco, volcon, villa, varke, verla,

walton, wabbin, worten,

yam, yamm, yammo, yo, yow, yowa, yowak, yowaka, yahsa, yu, yun, yuno, yunobo, yaido, yolero,

ze, zel, zeld, zelda, zy, zyl, zyle, zu, zum, zumo, zuna, zal, zalt, zalta, zo, zor, zoro, zoron, zorona, zooki, zumi, zuta.

list

[branmuffins22]

THE MONOLITHIC NAME LIST

I DON'T REALLY STAND BY A LOT OF THESE NAMES ANYMORE, BUT HERE THEY ARE ANYWAYS

(It's also worth noting that many of these were catalogued with the intention of being "street names" for characters in a punky, vaguely-Jet Set Radio-inspired thing. You've been warned for the weirder ones.)

Kayla Bran Bay Basil Bayla Wren Brine Red Base Lavender Bailey/Baylee(/others) Baylor Bee/Bea/B Mint Moss Holly Apple Bev(-erly) Babble Bramble Barley Brook(-lyn)(-n) Bren(-na) Hazel Heather Layer Ponder Eurybia Maroon Glen Grove Glade Mod Naomi Strat(-osphere/-egy) Maybe/Maybii/Meibi Bread Fen Ivy Autumn Pennym Burn Nova Dots Lemon(-ade) Acorn Dew(-drop) Peony Pine Maple Pepper(-mint) Parsley Penny/Penelope Phoebe Purple Pink Periwinkle Pomme/Pom(-egranite) Persephone Puddle(-s) Pandora Pancake Paj(-ama) Pan(-ts) Ennui Eerie Emmy Amp(-s/-erage/-litude) Aurora Ceres Patience Viridian Bow Lin/Lyn(-n) Ophelia Glaive Jav(-elin) Leaf/Lief(/others) Pith Telly Nemi/Nemmy Resin Amber Luna Jazz Jet Jasmine Jade Juniper Destiny Jive Juice Jolt June(-bug) Ellie/Elise/Elysia/Elysium Chameleon/Cammy Fern Reina [i think this one came to me in a dream?] Petal(s) Flora Fauna Vinyl [hey, there's a character in Bomb Rush Cyberfunk named that!] Notion Layn/Lain(/others) Peony Sicily Fuchsia [i still like "Fuschia" better tho] Alexis Star(-ling) Swift Sparrow Canary Nia/Neah(/others) Winter Summer Atty/Atrium Effie Breeze(-y) Sapphire Sap River Fooly Symphony Photinia Lyre Carpathia Epilet/Epilette [99% sure this one came to me in a dream] Freyja/Freya Num(-ber) Laylola [i think this one was me misreading someone's username?] Vim Pomp Kidd

[fanficwriter284]

Glen, you should watch Serial Experiments Lain if you haven’t already! It’s one of my favorite animes tbh

"Oh sweet I'll put it on my watch list!"

[libidomechanica]

Blow him not

A rispetto sequence

               I

Which the honeysuckle crowded round him with thirst for fire! For it will sourly leave them on the glen sae bushy, O, aboon they do

so that wanted. Does not the grove appear’d, and compromise, all. Blow him not. Trifling his loving hand or troubled might: for in his face.

               II

What we seldom hear it. Tone to hail her sensibility, a thing repels the ethereal station upon their Principles

of Leutha’s flower O Sorrow, wind of the day then press’d, his very good a King: the white lake-blossom fell in silver cymbals’ ring!

               III

Live with her desire no beauteous regions wild rapt in all his kin! Stiff in Opinions; make my Power employ, with song and tears:

all of you. That would love. And arbour, no darkness. Smears with portly paced along a scale of awful footsteps and live! The common wood.

               IV

Foresee, make suddenly transformed. Yes, moonlight Emperor! With wide- arched brows, within the dames heroic and chicken feathers, are in

slumber did the habits of thunder cloudy seas. Of Arbitrary black. Men and the brain begins his solemn as unpleasant fields!

               V

Each, which the Father comforts on the most true image. Whom within the altar stand, a shadowy Hours; while to his Overthrow. And

honeysuckles fully expected, there was not my own soul conspired, snail-paced lives, as well know than Hybla drops, that motto drew.

               VI

Besides a cold something New to wish they who wish the sable frock and for his story of Civil Wars. Sudden blow bundle of creame

vncrudded, her place is said, is Juster to thy though her. Were some small hands, your voice hiss. Fondly, and songs never chart, a key … Even then!

               VII

Returns from kissing each guest, but Thanks, ’ she says margarita she meets his golden fulness and through those who give forever. From Earth,

and his muzzle beneath, or not to come, and said, I dared not; his goddess of Greatness, Sweet, with Kings are only books were from the square.

               VIII

Then Lady Psyche,’ said Cyril. Not a windy shore, bacchus stood up to the window, and let me suffering; good-bye to the eyes that

cheerless way, have it always in their wild minstrelsy! Laughing e’en o’ lovely ray, that always true: the last with a butcher’s wrinkle.

               IX

For what was fawn’s blood, the boards: and t is held good! Like the truth and fear of furious felicity draperies, headed like the

serene father will it proves thievish form reposing moon are gone. I to my kinsfolk pray in spirit clings to that four are the ground.

               X

The Good design’d, and so its ink has pale it lay upon the hues of her ye virgin best. Pan may vs see, and their riot even

I, for one is both alike; a nightingale shall meet? Come live twice; in it and Just, and mused and hether, where the bright beams arise!

               XI

Or at you, cat and I, bluebirds are pecking headless arrows of poverty? It grieved his bells from David’s Rule: And tis Glory: And

when to bring comes it thy dear native truth saue this, if ought thee modesty, they shoulders all. Blest Madman! And lende me leaue like the Tree.

               XII

By those sylvan aisles. But that whatsoever is, that ere the gallant came late: for Lavish grants the tabor, and gold; and the bought,

not a kiss nor look be lost. The moonlight, from the mob all states, and favourite hamlet faint in this nights dread, how cam’st to protect me.

               XIII

Or whose passion from the ladde, whom she had no darknesse lend desire! From the glowing bust, which fence she says quixotic she means my

weary witnesse compare?—All good Barzillai thou canst find out lover? Expectant, powerless, with his steed a little babe was dead.

               XIV

How carefully thought the Sacred Rites invade. Had I lain for an after a still speak in the Forrest I did wear his Tribe were not

ask the breezy elms above all fancy, pride, as by Prince your brother tremble under arches of the way you fed by their stations.

               XV

Is lord by night of him, but do not with stars were some massy member that will break of light we are; let me down on my pen and begin,

we give at everywhere where my Goddess! Sweet and so I kept brimming town; at the same a shadowy presence there!—Nothing more.

               XVI

Of every ill: the madness! Dry their Witnesses will Swear, till Viper- like these, in such the body how I wish to collide violence

ever felt but a breathe with lying beyond thing, but lack tongue- tied than Endymion, weep not so, a virgin fill’d with faint and live!

               XVII

Her smiles, and leaue to Mars the Seat ascending; the litter of large- browed steadfast peace These raven horses foam and confin’d: why am

I now? The most create his own: tis easy chearfulness at my wing’d exulting swift flights to plume the rolls her eyes, but much improve.

               XVIII

Force. That I can say this of mild silver grapes, in leaves, and thus await fearless, lustful, happy, nestling for a century. Of a

leaky vase, for good need were, slew both his breath; the stirr’d him, glad to see how thus lorn to be King, the Shadows of a Forgiving Right.

               XIX

She sits vpon the ripe grape is so constant arms to join them, feelings her follie great: he for me? So marks his labour trade, fools a passage

cast out, the World his Foes, whom maids by night wish theyr drery accents sing; ne let them blossom! And plume; and not a joke he cut but eat?

               XX

Fair they broke his Host of deathful glee; laughing blessing themselves, perused the public weal disposed to crowd love is a deliciousness.

When arrows of people of this way beaten gold. He said, what do still Superiour found, while the ground; one groan’d, as one things left alone.

               XXI

A cowslips, and Restrain my Hands: the People might I not cruel grown, from the cheeks’ returns from some face out showe: let dame Eliza thanked

me for the farmer? For her feet, high as they seem of a double rent. Empty the King’s Defender, only made for my happiness.

               XXII

Equal she may be had form’d of clear green holly: most full vow, and gentle limbs on tremble, and he stood in a way to cloud it. The

church on the green water rushing down upon by the Town so call’d him, fair creature is this? To think the problem, that sacred rites vnfit.

               XXIII

Had higher things where through Love’s Elysium. Once in another as she went up the Wall, thus far tis Duty; but hastily we

past, that all beauty being an urn wept over the hand, the woods they have you never coud with seconds, knows where they might cannot find.

               XXIV

Come live that I should never Rebell was too bountiful arose, and thou fooles selfe-chosen snare, fond fancies vain for the centre

sought his skill, some old trick! The flashlight person feed their power, to the dell, To give their shadow, like to comfort were begot Maiesty.

               XXV

Not blame you have gain’d esteem. Epic will come to a rendezvous, and catch the warm excess of life is most precautious benches. The

maiden sobb’d awhile, then come back down wi’ right eye she lifted hands with somewhere, where it ever and the man is singing most jolly.

               XXVI

Cold in thy shadowed from his imperious sway this proper tone then should’st departed she, as well awayt, and makers of time will

be, whole neighbour’s prayer, and the world’s perplexing wash of my beloued lasse forlorn had he been, if Destiny had higher. And barred.

               XXVII

Antique song: but when they whose light, and forbear to taste then, Psyche. Which had been a blessing on its steady Skill come and tell the virgin

fill’d with Fear, yet since then, thereunto doe daunce vnto the sacred ill, still longer the fields were of the unnameable form, the larks.

               XXVIII

Blow him not. Great Brahma from his wicked change in his stormy passion slew me; do smile upon the shade.—Riding—the highwayman comes

it there my eye in wide as if painted glass, and far more my whole soul when most imperious similar remarks to take there here!

               XXIX

Felt, admonished to meet her attyre, and bent it seemed a thing went the mounts Amyntas—oh! When he shalbe a grace, and by learning and

Desire! Fragrant flowers, rush of rivers, and blank, made close me up; and thou forth his car, aloft, the long-limbed lad that meek unknown?

               XXX

Wonder weeds, and near to wake, after thine; sternly denied;—love so much of Time. The care bid all the day, the bat, the road that made me,

and the grass; I feel the stretch around these? Before going to thee will have Right, and ne’er before the cold miser spread his paramour.

               XXXI

For compound sweet smooth alleys, sighs towards the garden tools; but all Mankinds Epitome. But in will, to sing my thighs so closely cling

the tree; they came: but hides and festivity? That from the eagle scorne to hear this bed-fellow, it eats into a galliard did grow.

               XXXII

Knocks against the faery-roof, made me, feele his eyes strain’d: doubt not, my only blest: his Lawfull Issue shall the day spending to the

timeless moon. And thou shalt, beloved yesterday, the best: the Plot: yet, Corah, thou wilt leave thy love is below love is comming seas.

               XXXIII

The handles heard, one unto his own—he was country gentle bosom burns with the Daughter of those sylvan aisles. That shall it receives

him as silent-blessing their surfaces with my deere loue of lilies and almost forest-fruits, and blank, made for beauty. Yet oh!

               XXXIV

The might have larks. To guard again? His passport which speaks: teach the woods shall prosper well; for towns on me, no ghostly galleon tossed upon

my bracelet. Doe make any guilt—not to come again. It was hard, with various to a pitch of nicety, where is not so!

               XXXV

Who, at the fond vision went in bright With them to whom this chiefest joy, our chiefest are, that dark cup your veins tho their straw. Flye hence, good

care doth her bridale bowers? Within the silken sails is going to disgrace; while falling you as Champion him to his Throne?

               XXXVI

These were their wings which dare claime from high to low, along the duller eyes, I all alone, aloof. A lover would govern, nor no God

could not, nor mov’d; from every loss the rose, and somehow, each hath one, and solace sing, ne any woods may answer, Madam, he threshold?

               XXXVII

And here, and wine for sale, but ah! Soft deceit, for truth saue this fixed a day of welcome, she loves in violet knots, silly posies, groaning

for our eccho ring. No blemishe may spie.—Pale as if to stir it scarcely thought peace and so Stormy day her tattered sapience.

               XXXVIII

Go, get that say or sing to sigh; for thou redeemed hast my love what I thoughts prouoke, danger of his defence is it just once Dominion

thee bent, as bottom will I sing ere long, to which by a springs, shall match with those eyes are not a fourth place! Who banisht David weak.

               XXXIX

A page bench; an iron-pointed to the bridal he should I, Encouraging the loss—of thee. Under the cobbles he clatters answer,

we would quit the singing, or she is so stranger: aftertime, and yeeld thee to mee, and he knew no reason seek the empty left?

               XL

Redemption sparkles! Turns—with those that soundes so sweet, without remorse or ruining? For feare this face, and he answere anguish, how

could not say so, to give disquiet to my kiss again. Who Cost too grossly dyed. Stiff in Opinions can pursue Immortal here?

               XLI

As I have not at rest in the words and day. Already looks as Heaven to the old, and awakest wilt tell how should the People

whom, debauch’d with thee. Below his wits pierced through the dreaded cards foretell, shall range these Arms accuse, that built up a pile of beaten gold.

               XLII

She rose, knowing his night, a kind of the Blow of Fate. It is the sea they seem alive and me from cochineal. Doth most create, for

Politicians Tool; never thou wilt behold, he thrush replyes, those vapoury lair. Ever knowledge is not Good by Force he with blis.

               XLIII

I was angry mood, for thee. And short-hand pens imbibed the exploratory rescue-ship through oh! Blood. By nature, banish sleepe with

foggy damps, and abash’d with painful gusts, with that poor woman true as innocence of Angels Alleluya sing, the Shadows dire.

               XLIV

To Nature declar’d when thou wilt shine on me, she began to run at, when places of the Western winds and not well, where the too

resplendent sun hurries the Widdowes daughter. All agree with quia impossible eye, thine eyes were, while I enjoyd that lily hand.

               XLV

Here angry—as they ran: therefore and there was one that seemed the sweetest then, Sorrow after his concludes his life, from a sorrow after

a little ones to brush about themselves know whither herbs and from the latter worst of fortune’s mighty Soul she should more delight.

               XLVI

Go, get that you call great: he forests, and plate, as between two plantains, and harebell mildly away, as wrecked men desires to

Woods and thereupon her breast: look in. Not barren of all Religion, and in the fix’d in happiness no seconds, knows what woman!

               XLVII

It will the early day, pursued an instant and nearer he came to pass, I sate with virgins learning after my own, my swelling

be? Now day is doen, and its dazzling how to fill my Chloris’ bonie face there appeared as chearfulness, and kill; or else he braces old.

               XLVIII

You are coming grief of Royal Vertue scarcely pale, pillow’s twitter, came a voice which now she would not say so, to give thee! And every

clime, that clos’d my Mind; tis Natural wisdom ask no more so stranger spoke, and a soul, had had your trade, fools are. For wine we left your name.

               XLIX

And rashly judge his prayer with her, but lover? Into my large dark inn-yard. ’ Earth in an antique house-clock still Superiour found, and

the Jews. Is void of happy to be Out-done. His artful, secret joys, or wert thou die from his Aid has told, thoughts, with a purer joy?

               L

The momentary pleasure press’d a few words and all ye powers, am I now? If more than man was her wreaths had dragg’d the Gods still

croking make vs once and mellow radiant from our graceful form reposing motion has she now, my Celia, with a bunch of late.

               LI

And then the rays of govern, nor no God could not different far there represent tales, and a sore temperament and long, but in mine appear’d,

now in a child crying at night. I have pass’d by, as of a little snakes coil and bear the long daies labour turne, and all day; come!

               LII

’ Thus every moment gains upon such treasury, as I in it and increases to entangle, trammel up and buzz’d his hair like

a star, get with their forms of the reason was no Crime. And we gazing out, might fading eyes, and is no memories on thy window.

               LIII

He company; not their own sphered table, to be sav’d, even the dust; love it more than hawks or horseman came riding—the higher

dames less cleverness, would weene some enemy: far forth the lad benighted. About, and in me. Love has buoyed me up till my heart.

               LIV

Sin; when we met first of fortune and Humane Laws. That hit with thy good aray fit for my torturingly fair; the nightingale, that

all complete with water-blurred fevers boyl the Beach, and sit alike delight luxurious and Caves, and draw the placed or unplaced it.

               LV

Till we in the seed of gods, but an errand would tyre a well half- conscious of the yeare all but Luther’s Mild nature’s discrepancies,

open to virtue friend of David’s Government. Faces in a dream, but both their host, but Thanks, ’ she answer and hatred, misery?

               LVI

Of blushes o’er: so, several station upon thy glory, which yet he sinks, touching upon the leaves me not, fray vs with pity

oft will befal, my best frights; ne let the Gods, whose Native courses; because of the bough. What otherwise you perished, and nearer.

               LVII

And anon there we live to see. That what was before thy finger touch’d the fretted the dawn: a beam had slanted hail; great God has willed

a still season of Ægypt, night&morning or set, and is neuer day so long, and sunglasses in Balboa Park and silvery warm.

               LVIII

And pointing Oyle had been a sore hearts, distinguish grew—how bear it? And thy youth, quick, and his face burnt like some hid and soon a taper

silver plants, which we Right, opprest, and leaps like his Delphic lyre; her kiss’d, and, that’s haunted. The red rose weeds, but dash’d and body ought.

               LIX

Like old man that the worms that even to tame the entirely beauty’s store, flies bout the door and fro: a clamour thing in their

Violines. Be also present culprit was dead, save me, sweet breathless and the portal, but one word in hand, and lende me leaves Astrea flyeth.

               LX

Over they could write your former. Of flower, and I neglect has worn and would not say, This poet lies: such a grasp of the two we’ve

seen—but, come, and giueth lawes along the proper homely tale is De rebus cunctis et quibusdam aliis. Infected by thy eye.

               LXI

They said many shadow of ice exchanges there. Was turned toward the lips of the your comfort, and sitting silent, wan, into my loue?

’Twas Sleep slow journeying with grace; while the kite that God of her hunt, I know thirst with so smooth semilucent election, nor dreamer.

               LXII

When on Jordans Flood: unfortunately free, began to the violets blue as anothers and arms with devout touch you might or day

to open cans was she! More than hawks and twincling strong were confines of the sweet. That innovation’s Curse, that ere the rest, on mother.

               LXIII

Thy lifull heart under the hut I fix’d his wicked but should I, Encouraging Fevers burn clear black hair. Next Cynthia he hearts,

when the Crowd be Judges days most precautious to be sav’d, even in the impotence of its own heart, like the river-lily bud!

               LXIV

My friends who know even our tymely sleep, think I made you for here in her sense but in such a Cause? Yet, like a spirit, thought us

Academic silks, in huge vessels, wine come from my love, nor over in his visitant or vision dies: let thy mandolin.

               LXV

And, kind lady, with nets found of men, by Lawless Might, or sing, then will be, which further the coil of seamen, and the which he call’d an

article the door. Her, and I her shrink to a pitch of nicety, where he alighted by a garret windows to my heart bleed.

               LXVI

Mothers do despise, and thy years. He rose is dead, and with thickset fruit. The cold ran through he torment us with them all bows down the

casket of my widow’s head, a bunch of late? In the earth must dwelling you as Champion of the latter worse awhile, and sweet pride.

               LXVII

In years gone, two blightingale, that make the doorway, dark; till that loved me dearly; she is so good, or whether we return in you,

that simple lives. Be vnto Maia, when a child, if good matches, and sitting heartbreak, woe, what is a deliciously she bow’d in love!

               LXVIII

We entered in your eccho ring. Of wearing of their seed attendance o’er this cunning was silent, if Theotormon broke her as she

went in will, for greedy pleasure, and he stood the ghost, a prologue which with our conversatility, which we are wafted abroad.

               LXIX

Children dear, went to see; whether thoughts which brings troubled your eyes were on its steady surprise. Till tyrant! Whom I had not a tree, beneath

his table of my Plot. Mirrored in your orange tradition; but could not go, though I feel my heart was not a Slave of Quietude.

               LXX

He blows a bugle,—an ethereal band are visible above conceits, which thank me. High as thoughts, within ye hear the native

land, hard forms of disgrac’d, and perplexing! Dry as the moment was braw, and game, and loud on the promise: all, I trust, may yet be well.

               LXXI

Yourself never thought, not a wind of things are Negligently bends towards a group of trees and pebbles blue from thee. I would have knows why

nothing to some thou liest, instead of all. Why stand aside and hymns in the casement, upon the gasping furrowes faster ty’de.

               LXXII

Thatch, a patience to vent than all the night the Potter’s art. Till which thank him for tears, mourn’d away—but what’s call’d a Just Revenge for the

States-Man, and Buffoon: then Florian? To see her. To some ten years! And nettles rot and a staircase ending she might or mighty woes.

               LXXIII

Hint of Adeline enquir’d if I had not say so, to give for peace, for after it, nor needed by boyling o’r: and Nobler is

abed, candlesworth under the common, and just receives. A rendezvous, and from its mother. She did not skill to Defend their straw.

               LXXIV

Does not the aid of joy. More than mine. On libbard’s paws, upheld her lucid bow, continuing thus, just paint you sudden it is to

belong yourselves—’t was its only given thence though heavy sleep of thanks to her. A red-coat troop came marching, up to the windows.

               LXXV

Never was Patriot Paint!—And the while he waited: out we paced, I first, there are more transparent breasts; and think to seeke vs to

winne his fyrye face defil’d when she slept weeping in three castles, torches rich as moths from Foes; and the phantoms of existence of you!

               LXXVI

With my bootless witty, since in a hut, with a doubled rest, and pluck thou made; and now the music drop here—a kid I on this we

will start from me hys madding mynd is stranger spoke, and dry. When the written: Take them wild for the youth, sure some ten years to cross the Laws.

               LXXVII

My fayre Rosalind hath broke, that brother’s blood wide, and wals with them to whom king Jove has done, the land when far at sea that not feruent

be for fear we should my freedom. And the church lands I bless horrors which filled my mind; so great heroes some wild start with his Master hear.

               LXXVIII

Rest: but though you haven’t gone to summon all his conclude their own arts of manly bear a woman love, to love? Almost an hair’d; and

when nothing much like flesh and bound, their own. And it grew both deliberate, the stomach on those whispers may dwell; till his pulse and widow.

               LXXIX

Ornament, at thy pleasures: Innocence? This—the dinner-bell hath a prize to-night. Is mischeivously seated into the old garden

tools; and bowing popularly Mad? He staid not wait. Pleased heaven, for fear this blessed Brooke doe bathe my pillow. To these late showers.

               LXXX

Warm pearls beneath the mountain prey because though if thou call the weak race of hands, to boast his Foes. His jokes were visible go see, the

venerable Armytage, a friendly cooings of what is the spirit that the kings of October frosty rime, though shadowy beams.

               LXXXI

Honey from his mystic friar’s rigour, present family stoop’d to them, until he read an architect, brought to all—which haue often

made the joys could not doubt? With the rain. Been ordained was, to chose that Peggy made its virgin fears, all honor’s mimic, all were in one?

               LXXXII

To meet star-sisters weird, but them. To meet th’ vnpleasant thought to your own mouth too. Came jasper pannel fuming streets you speak; but when

the strove by fancies garlands, love- knot into the absent friends who know her woof, her texture; she perhaps she means this? Let’s try their Names.

               LXXXIII

I WILL enjoy tonight. As if the more. In baskets of all the Beach, as he on did pass There are wed? To catch the world wide there were

ran a streaming Saint Augustine has torn, he shows they movèd alike? An image of the tie of moonlight of love and clear; and seem tame.

[drown-ingtear5]

entah mengapa, melihat senyum yang terbingkai di bibir tipismu itu membuat ku serasa tercekik

apalagi melihat perempuan lain yang duduk di samping mu itu, rasanya seluruh ruangan ini berubah menjadi hampa oksigen dan aku mulai tersengal-sengal sendirian.

glen, perjuangan ku buat melihat mu bahagia rasanya runtuh seketika. nyatanya aku sadar bahwa, berpuluh puluh musim yang kita habiskan bersama tidak juga membuatmu terikat disini. pada akhirnya kamu memadamkan aku, dan pergi bersama pijar mu. membiasakan aku di dalam remang ini. jahatnya kamu membiarkan aku disini, sendiri dan mencekat ragaku kesakitan.

rasanya 3 tahun ini aku hanya berjalan di tempat, menghentak-hentakan kaki se akan-akan aku tangguh dan berani, mengumandangkan ke seluruh dunia bahwa aku telah selamat, tapi nyatanya? aku disini hampir mati, dengan luka yang menganga lebar di dada ku. sembuh? mendekati kering saja tidak.

namun hari ini, aku benar-benar kalah glen, aku berhenti bersuara, aku berhenti menghentak, aku mengaku kalah. melihat senyum di bibir tipismu itu,

meruntuhkan semua keberanian ku, merobohkan semua kepalsuan yang aku bangun depan semua orang.

tidak adil melihat mu sebahagia itu, sedangkan aku disini berkutat raut sendirian, tidak adil. dulu rasanya ingin ku sulutkan api ke apapun yang membuat mu tertawa bahagia selain aku, namun sekarang aku lah yang terbakar dengan api ku sendiri. hangus, luluh menjadi debu.

ternyata dia.

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue September 1, 1961

Dolores Hawkins wears a red fleece coat, lined with blue satin, over a lighter red wool dress. The ensemble. By Pattullo-Jo Copeland. Matching cloche hat by Mr. John. Pumps by Palizzio. Copper beige stockings by Glen Raven. Blue-red lipstick: Royalty Red by Dorothy Gray.

Dolores Hawkins porte un manteau en laine polaire rouge, doublé de satin bleu, sur une robe en laine en laine rouge plus légère. L'ensemble. Par Pattullo-Jo Copeland. Chapeau cloche assorti de Mr. John. Escarpins de Palizzio. Bas beige cuivré de Glen Raven. Rouge à lèvres bleu-rouge : Royalty Red de Dorothy Gray.

Photo Bert Stern vogue archive

[areyoutherelarry]

Favorite Player on Every Team

I'm making this so I can get my shit rocked during trade season... cause I love the pain and avoiding the anxiety of the Cup finals. I'm also a basic bitch most of the time.

Atlantic Division Boston Bruins: Jeremy Swayman (4✨) Buffalo Sabres: Jeff Skinner (2✨) Detroit Red Wings: Alex Debrincat (3✨) Florida Panthers: Matthew Tkachuk (5✨) Montreal Canadiens: Cole Caufield (3✨) Ottawa Senators: Claude Giroux (4✨) Tampa Bay Lightning: Nikita Kucherov (2✨) Toronto Maple Leafs: Mitch Marner (4✨)

Metropolitan Division Carolina Hurricanes: Seth Jarvis (4✨) Columbus Blue Jackets: Patrik Laine (3✨) New Jersey Devils: Nico Hischier (2✨) New York Islanders: Mathew Barzal (2✨) New York Rangers: Artemi Panarin (3✨) Philadelphia Flyers: Travis Konecny (4✨) Pittsburgh Penguins: Sidney Crosby (5✨) Washington Capitals: Dylan Strome (4✨) Central Division Utah Hockey Team: Clayton Keller (1✨) Chicago Blackhawks: Nick Foligno (3✨) Colorado Avalanche: Nathan Mackinnon (4✨) Dallas Stars: Tyler Seguin (4✨) Minnesota Wild: Marc-Andre Fleury (5✨) Nashville Predators: Ryan O'Reilly (3✨) St. Louis Blues: Jordan Kyrou (1✨) Winnipeg Jets: Sean Monahan (1✨) Pacific Division Anaheim Ducks: Trevor Zegras (4✨) Calgary Flames: Nazem Kadri (3✨) Edmonton Oilers: Leon Draisaitl (4✨) Los Angeles Kings: Kevin Fiala (2✨) San Jose Sharks: Ty Dellandrea (1✨) Seattle Kraken: Jordan Eberle (3✨) Vancouver Canucks: Quinn Hughes (5✨) Vegas Golden Knights: Jack Eichel (4✨)

5✨ my most favorite and I love their team too 4 ✨ I love them and will cheer for them individually but I'm not necessarily cheering for their team, 3✨I like them a lot and will give them a little a cheer when I see them score , 2✨I smile when they do well 1✨I say "You go Glen Coco"

[imitatingidolizers]

i found a music player!

now my theme is complete and i can finally rest. thank u glen themes

in other news, i've been trying to pin down my aesthetic. there's something so charming about mixed media and dadaism and also menhera stuff, y2k, and "webcore". i wonder if i could somehow mix all of those into one phrase. so far i've got "mixed media webcore".

and in addition to that, i'm planning on watching lain at some point. i want to get through a lot of the old anime i have in my backlog, particularly that and shakugan no shana.

[alexisgeorge24]

28 avril:

Contraint par les horaires de bus et une grasse matinée, ma journée a été peu productive: visite du château de Lews et du site archéologique de Callanish où on s'extasie devant un cercle de pierre, l'attraction culturelle de l'île. Ça vaut pas Knossos en Crête (même époque), voilà c'est dit. Puis le soir 3 papy arrivent aux hostel dans la même chambre que moi. Je précise "papy" parce que la probabilité qu'une personne ronfle est proportionnelle à son âge; postulat non scientifique MAIS DONT J'AI VÉRIFIÉ L'EXACTITUDE !!!!

29 avril:

À 00h00 j'en peu plus, soit j'étouffe les 2 papy qui ronflent (le 3e il n'arrive sûrement pas à s'endormir) soit je descends au lounge dormir sur le canapé, ce que je fais.

Réveil à 5h, tout comme les papy, avec qui je suis désagréable lorsqu'ils veulent me faire du "small talk". Bus pour Tolsta et 25km de ballade sur la côte nord de Lewis, le Heritage trail, avec une météo au top.

Retour à Stornoway puis j'enchaîne avec un bus pour Harris où je pose ma tente sur la plage à Horgabost.

30 avril:

Meilleure nuit en tente grâce à une température agréable (7°C), je fais même une grasse matinée (jusqu'à 7h30). En même temps on est dimanche, pas de bus (île très pieuse) et météo incertaine, donc petite journée à prevoir.

Je me balade 3h tout de même sur la plage très connue et immense de Luskentyre. Évidement tout est sublime, même avec des nuages. Le reste du temps je le passe dans la tente.

1 mai:

Au travail! Randonné du sommet Ceapabhal qui surplombe la plage Scarista formant une presqu'île et qui donne un panorama de Harris assez exhaustif. Puis j'enchaîne, après un bus, avec la randonnée du "coffin road" qui relie les 2 côtes de Harris. Comme j'ai fini tôt, je prends le bus pour la "capitale" de Harris, Tarbert, pour prendre le ferry le lendemain pour l'île de Skye.

Bilan de la journée 20km 550md+

À Tarbert c'est dortoir, douche, dîner piqué dans le "free stuff" de la cuisine, dodo.

2 mai:

Avant de prendre le ferry je me réveil très tôt pour faire le plus haut sommet de l'île (quand même...), le Clisham (799m), évidement beau panorama qui donne même une vue sur Skye. Ferry direction Skye et direct j'enchaîne, après bus, avec une randonnée dans le Quiraing. Tout est aussi beau que touristique. Ici la géologie c'est du jamais vue pour moi, une chaîne de montages ponctuée d'aiguilles et qui longe la mer, magnifique. Mais qu'est ce qu'il y a du monde par contre... j'arrive néanmoins à bivouaquer dans la montagne, près du sommet, entre des aiguilles qui m'offre un abris et solitude. Mon plus beau bivouac à ce jour.

Bilan de la journée : 14km 1400md+

3 mai:

Je descends de mon sommet et direction le Storr, très connu aussi pour sa chaîne montagneuse aux formes originales. Mais pareil, masse de monde jusqu'à un point de vue, puis plus personne pour aller au sommet, qui n'est vraiment pas compliqué. Heureusement que l'humain et un animal social qui fonctionne par mimétisme, ça me permet d'être tranquil pour la 2e moitié de la balade jusqu'au sommet. Paysages sublimes malgré les nuages qui n'offrent pas une luminosité idéale pour les photos/vidéos. Et un peu agacé aussi de voir tout ce monde en jeans ou outfit ultra chère, à prendre des selfies ou des photos verticales instagrammable, qui ne dit pas bonjour, qui sent bon, bref, j'étais bien tout seul à ne croiser que des montons (ceux qui donnent de la laine et font "bééé").

J'enchaîne avec les Fairy Pools, que je rejoins avec une randonnée de 8km, car pas de bus, et me revoila tout seul, je sors de mon apnée. Normal tout les touristes sont véhiculés et se garent juste à côté du site. Du coup c'est remplie de monde pour voir cet enchaînement de mini cascade formant des piscines. Je les parcours rapidement et vite je m'éloigne pour reprendre le sentier qui m'emmène à la plage de Glen Brittle, au pied du massif des Cullin Hills. Je campe en dehors du camping mais je squat leur douche et robinet (ya quoi ?!).

Bilan de la journée : 27km 900md+

4 mai:

La force est toujours avec moi et au planning on a une grosse journée. Approche du plus haut sommet de Skye, le Sgùrr Alasdair (992m), jusqu'à un cirque en altitude qui forme un lac. La suite est réservée au grimpeur mais la vue est déjà impressionnante d'ici. Sieste puis balade (15km) jusqu'au bout de la péninsule d'où je campe. Bilan de la journée: 23km 800md+ et très peu de monde croisé.

Ah, et je me suis baigné dans la mer aussi ! J'ai même pu faire quelque coup de brasse détendu et frimer devant le camping.

5 mai:

J'enchaîne avec encore une grosse journée. Je rejoins depuis Glen Brittle la plage de Camasunary. Sentier peu visible et très raide à quelques moments, je me fais peur avec le sac qui me déséquilibre à chaque pas de travers. Arrivé à destination je peux voir le chemin parcouru et me demande comment j'ai fait, on n'y voit que de la roche brute. 6 heures de marche qui m'ont épuisées tant physiquement que mentalement. Je m'installe dans le bothy que j'avais repéré, déjeune et fais une sieste. Au réveil les jambes ont encore mal mais j'ai le temps de faire le sommet juste à côté, qui est à 900m de hauteur, et qui me demande là aussi de faire attention à la monté casse gueule combinée aux rafales de 60km/h. Mais je n'ai pas le sac et c'est agréable. Au retour, je dîne et je m'etteinds dans mon sac de couchage. Vers minuit, les ronflements d'un autre guest (nous sommes 12 dans le bothy), me réveillent et je bouge dormir sur le banc de la cuisine. Au bilan 26km 1500md+ dans des paysages magiques, les montagnes sont brutes et se jettent dans la mer en forment des lacs, des fjords, des presqu'île, etc. Une découverte pour moi.

6 mai:

Je quitte les majestueuses Cullin Hills en direction de Elgol où je me rends compte qu'il n'y a pas de bus le week-end. Je fais donc du stop et un hollandais très gentil et qui profite de sa retraite en van aménagé me dépose à Broadford d'où je prends un bus pour rejoindre la Main Land via un pont. Puis je rejoins Morvich où je campe dans la forêt et décide de ne rien faire d'autre de la journée pour laisser le temps à mes jambes de récupérer des 140km que je viens de parcourir dans les îles Hebrides. Je profite de ce repos pour me baigner dans une rivière à côté de mon camp et me savonne par respect pour la nature et ma dignité. C'est évidemment glacial mais ça fait du bien.

[pastedpast]

Found (didn't buy) in second-hand bookshop.

Info from the inside cover:

This is the story of how Scottish chiefs and lairds preferred The Great Cheviot Sheep (“finely shaped, with countenance mild and pleasant”) to the clansmen who had once been their warrior rent-roll. Between 1790 and 1850 a whole race was dispossessed and dispersed.

The uprooting of the Highland people, and the final destruction of their society in favour of wool and mutton, was actively supported by the Law and by the Established Church. In some counties, Sutherland particularly, it was called Improvement. Roads were built through emptied glens, bridges crossed deserted rives. When the “idle and indolent peasantry” protested, their ministers told them that the laird’s wish was God’s will, and that famine and pestilence, which came all too frequently in the wake of eviction, were a Divine punishment on a sinful and lazy people.

The Highlanders were defenceless against the new sheep economy. They were the victims of their own traditions, and of the melancholy that had lain on their spirits since the military defeat of the clans at Culloden. They were betrayed by their chiefs, whose children they believed themselves to be. The lairds of Clanranald, Atholl, Breadalbane, Lochiel, Ross, Sutherland, Argyll and the Isles became the chiefs of roast lamb and worsted cloth. Their people went to the slums of Glasgow, or died of fever and smallpox on their way to Upper Canada and the stockfarms of Australia.

The story is told, where possible, in the words of the people, or of those few men who wrote in their defence. It is told, too, in the words of those who defended the Improvement: Donald Macleod of Geanies, the militant Sheriff of Ross; James Loch and Patrick Sellar, who brought 200,000 sheep to Sutherland; Mrs Beecher Stowe*, who found no Uncle Tom’s Cabin in Sutherland and who equated civilisation with the sale of shoe-blacking**.

Info from Wikipedia:

Harriet Beecher Stowe was the American author of 'Uncle Tom's Cabin; or, Life Among the Lowly', an anti-slavery novel published in 1852, which had a profound effect on attitudes toward African Americans and slavery in the U.S., and is said to have "helped lay the groundwork for the [American] Civil War".

Stowe was controversial for her support of Elizabeth Campbell, Duchess of Argyll, whose father-in-law decades before was a leader in the Highland Clearances, the transformation of the remote Highlands of Scotland from a militia-based society to an agricultural one that supported far fewer people. The newly homeless moved to Canada, where very bitter accounts appeared. It was Stowe's assignment to refute them using evidence the Duchess provided and as a result she was criticized for her seeming defense of the clearances.

** I don't understand the comment about shoe-blacking.

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“Un Chômeur a été assassiné près de Hull,” La Presse. November 10, 1932. Page 3. ---- La victime, un ancien mineur  portait toutes ses économies sur elle ---- L'enquête du coroner --- Ottawa, 10. — Attaqué par une ou plusieurs personnes, Alex Mondou, âgé d’une cinquantaine d'années, chômeur dont le domicile est inconnu, a été assassiné. Le cadavre a été découvert, hier après-midi, dans un buisson, sur la route d’Aylmer, entre Val-Tétreau et Hull. Le détective J.- F. Dalpé, de la Sûreté provinciale de Montréal, qui se trouvait à Hull pour une autre cause, a aussitôt pris charge de celle-ci. 

Dans son opinion, il n’y a pas de doute que le vol est le mobile de ce meurtre, car Mondou, un ancien mineur, actuellement sans ouvrage,portait tout de qu'il possédait sur lui, une somme assez considérable, cachée dans un sac sous sa camisole. Touses les poches de ses vêtements avalent été fouillées. 

Le coroner Joseph Isabelle, de Hull, a demandé au Dr. Rosario Fontaine. de Montréal, de venir faire l'autopsie. C'est M. William DesJardins, de Hull, qui a fait la lugubre découverte. Fracture du crâne Mondou avait, le crâne terriblement fracturé et il portait en arrière de la tête une entaille. 

Mondou était à l’hôtel d’Amour, à Ottawa, mardi. Il est sorti dans la soirée, vers 9 heures et demie. Le Dr Isabelle croit qu'il a été attaqué le même soir. Tout indique qu'il y a eu lutte, car à l'endroit où le cadavre a été découvert, il y avait des ta chef, de sang sur les arbustes dans un rayon d'un dizaine de pieds, puis une large mare de sang où Mondou est tombé pour ne plus se relever. A dix pied; du cadavre, on a découvert un crayon, une paire de mitalune boite de fer blanc contenant un nés en cuir, des mitaines en laine, demi-pain, une barre de savon et un rouleau de fil. Plus près du corps, il y avait une casquette grise en partie* couverte de sang. Sous le cadavre, i! y avait un Imperméable, un pardessus court et deux boutons dont l'un correspondait aux boutons de l'imperméable, mats pas Vautre. Un examen à la morgue, a permis de constater que Mondou a eu six dents cassées. L’endroit où le cadavre a été trouvé est l’un des rendez-vous favoris des chômeurs, Le coroner Isabelle a un jury et une enquête commencera samedi avant-midi. 

Famille que poursuit la guigne Plusieurs tragédies sont survenues dans la famille d’Alexandre Mondou, qui a été trouvé assassiné hier après-midi, sur le chemin d'Aylmer. Il y a quelques années, un de ses frères, Adolphe, a été tué par des chevaux null conduisait, et son autre frère, Albert, a été tué accidentellement dans un chantier. 

La police détenait un étranger du nom de Daniel Marinet, âgé de 60 ans, découvert près de l'endroit où le meurtre a été commis, mats il sera remis en liberté dans le courant de le journée. La police désirait le questionner. Marinet n'a rien eu à faire, ni de près, ni de loin, avec cette tragédie. Le détective Dalpé a interrogé plusieurs personnes travaillant tard, la nuit dernière, mais jusqu'à présent, aucun renseignement de bien grande importance n’a été obtenu. 

Le Dr. J.-M. Roussel, de Montréal, assistant médecin-légiste de la province de Québec, est arrivé à Hull hier soir, et fera l'autopsie aujourd’hui. On croit que Mondou avait $100 à $200 sur lui. On a aussi découvert qu’il avait $150 à la banque. Souvent, à l'hôtel, il comptait son argent en présence des personnes qui étaient près de lui. Un examen du corps a fait constater que Mondou porte dix-sept blessures. 

Comme c'était un homme très fort, il y a eu une lutte terrible entre lui et ses agresseurs, comme l'indique l’état de l’endroit où il a été trouvé mort. 

Mme A. Roy, d’Ottawa, belle-sœur de Mondou, dit que ce dernier est âgé d’environ 54 ans 11 est né à Wendover, Ont., et est célibataire. Le défunt laisse une sœur, Mme Suivant Charette, de Glen-Amond, comté Papineau.