#requested: secret society of second-born royals

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Heart Attack 2020

Hey friend!

Looks like you and I both like to write like the wind and suffer in the process, so without further ado, let’s go :D

Also, oops, my habit of procrastination has caught up with me… sorry about that!  Here’s a letter now at least…

   General DNW

non-con/dub-con;

explicit sexual content;

incest (incl. adoptive/chosen family);

a/b/o;

mpreg;

non-canonical permanent major character death;

complete downer endings;

hurt no comfort;

heavy angst;

on-page deliberate self-harm*;

on-page suicide;

gore;

graphic physical trauma;

character bashing;

cringe comedy;

fic-as-writer-soapbox;

fic that’s all about real-world bigotries or real-world politics;

canon-typical 2020;

unrequested full-setting AUs;

unrequested identity headcanons;

unrequested romance as the main plot.

*I don’t include things like, say, punching a wall in a fit of emotion under this. However, something like cutting would not be appreciated.

 *****

General Likes

– I really like plotty fics

– Secret identity and disguise shenanigans, the more layers to them and more absurdity the better.

– Crossdressing for whatever reason and gender disguises, also for whatever reason, though not as a fetish thing—that I enjoy less.

– Time travel and time loops are always fun, especially as a fix-it.  I have a general preference for Peggy Sue style (aka, an older character getting put back in their younger body at an earlier point in the timeline) over the character’s physical body stepping back in time, but either one is good.

– A focus on family and/or friendship, especially characters realizing they’re not nearly as alone as they think they are, and just generally characters who like each other and enjoy spending time together

– Found family; families of choice

– Character studies

– Worldbuilding

– Canon-divergence AUs and missing scenes; things set pre- or post-canon; wriggling into canon and poking at it to see what it spits back at you, if that description makes any sense at all.

 ***** 

wherein i request a time-travel canon and mostly don't request time travelers [art and fic]

Mother of Learning - nobody103  

·        Alanic Zosk & Silverlake (Mother of Learning)

·        Zach Noveda & None (Mother of Learning)

·        Kirielle Kazinski & Zorian Kazinski (Mother of Learning)

·        Kirielle Kazinski & None (Mother of Learning)

·        Raynie & Kiana (Mother of Learning)

·        Neoluma-Manu Iljatir & Zach Noveda (Mother of Learning)

·        Alanic Zosk & Xvim Chao (Mother of Learning)

fandom-specific dnw: romantic and/or sexual Zach/Zorian; physical parental abuse within the Kazinski family; significant exaggeration of canonical emotional neglect/abuse/general family dysfunction

 Prompts:

If you want to write an AU, you can consider any AU requested for AUEx for Mother of Learning, as listed here, to be requested in this exchange as well, even if the requested characters aren’t requested there, as long as it isn’t written as purely mundane.

I’ve written a fair few Mother of Learning prompts already; if you want to see me going off more about things, especially for Kirielle, please see the Mother of Learning section of my Gen Freeform Ex letter here.  If you don’t want to click through, though, here’s a bit of things.  

 Kirielle, Kirielle & Zorian:

If you want to focus on Kirielle’s relationship with someone who isn’t Zorian, for Kirielle and Nochka, they’re adorable and I’d love a further development of their friendship, especially getting to see it grow and develop over the months and years after the invasion.  If you want to write about Kiri and Zach, these two seem to have a lot of fun teaming up against Zorian lol, I really enjoy their dynamic and how they play off each other.  For Kirielle and Zorian, I love their dynamic!  And again here I’d really enjoy seeing their relationship developing in real time, rather than a constantly looping world.  I think it would be great to see either of them defending the other to their parents—and maybe Zorian ends up with custody of Kiri, there’s definitely things to explore there.

For Kirielle by herself, I’d love some sort of character study—what does she do now that the time loop is over?  She’s growing up into a war; will she be a mage?  An artist?  Something else?  Alternatively—what if she got pulled into the loop; what would it be like to grow older while still looking nine?

 Zach, Zach & Neolu:

Assuming you don’t go for a setting AU, I’d generally prefer something set at least in part after the time loop begins, but beyond that I don’t have a strong preference for where in the timeline this might be set.  Maybe something from before Zorian got looped in—maybe one of the iterations where Zach and Neolu just went off across the country having fun the whole month? Zach doing whatever, possibly very early on, or maybe him freaking out a little because what the hell, time travel is supposed to be impossible, and yet—what did he do in the start?

Or for post-canon, I’d really like an exploration of Zach, who’s got the lived-time of a middle-aged man and the body of a teenager—how does he relate to his classmates/other people in the real world, where everyone’s growing again?  Maybe something about his lawsuit against his caretaker, or just a little thing with him, Zorian, and How Do You Live Normally, Again?  This Is Hard, or some such thing.

 Raynie & Kiana:

Me? Latching onto a minor character in a big sprawling canon? It’s more likely than you think!

Anyway I like Raynie a lot; we don’t get a whole lot on her, but what we do get paints her as someone who’s having a very interesting life of her own, utterly divorced from the timeloop shenanigans (except re: the shifter children thing).

I like her and Kiana’s friendship, too; I like how when we finally see more of them both we learn more about how they’re similar and different.

For specific prompts, if you want to go pre-canon I’d really love something with her initial going to Cyoria and how she befriended Kiana in the first place (or, perhaps more likely, how Kiana befriended her; I somehow doubt that Raynie age 13, recently semi-exiled from her tribe, was particularly in search of outsider friends).

For post-canon, really, anything dealing with the fallout of all the things that go down in the real world would be fantastic too.

 Alanic & Silverlake, Alanic & Xvim:

I’ve grouped these because they both have to do with Alanic, but really they’re not very similar prompts.

For Alanic and Silverlake I’d be very interested in something to do with Alanic’s backstory; Silverlake knew him as a young necromancer, so… what happened there?  How did they know each other?  Why was Alanic set on becoming a necromancer; clearly he got far enough to have soul sight himself—how’d he get that?  Why did he leave the necromancer’s path to become a priest?

For Alanic and Xvim, I dunno, this seemed fun?  They’re both part of the “annoying but ultimately helpful teacher” club to Zorian, and they get along well with each other—gonna admit I don’t fully remember what goes down for them in the final, real-world iteration, but.  They’re both a lot of fun and they play off each other well; just go wild here.  I’m down for it if you are.

 *****

 mostly found family and similar vibes here lbr [art and fic]

Rapunzel's Tangled Adventure (Cartoon)  

·        Cassandra & Varian (Disney: Tangled)

·        Eugene Fitzherbert | Flynn Rider & Red | Catalina (Disney: Tangled)

·        Angry | Keira & Eugene Fitzherbert | Flynn Rider (Disney: Tangled)

·        Cassandra & Red | Catalina (Disney: Tangled)

·        Cassandra & Eugene Fitzherbert | Flynn Rider (Disney: Tangled)

·        Angry | Keira & Red | Catalina & Lance Strongbow (Disney: Tangled)

·        Angry | Keira & Red | Catalina (Disney: Tangled)

fandom-specific notes: Cass's canonical injured hand/arm that canon just kind of... forgets about and doesn't ever address after it's introduced is totally fair game; I'd love something that addressed that, just nothing too graphic about the original injury please.  Dnw fic which explicitly breaks up Rapunzel/Eugene.

 Prompts:

So, overall, I just love this show a lot?  It’s just so wholesome and heartfelt and hopeful?  Anything you write which can grab that vibe I’ll probably enjoy tbh.

But! Onwards to specifics!

 Cass & Varian, Cass & Catalina, Cass & Eugene:

This is my “team betrayed Rapunzel and/or ill-advisedly trusted a blue spirit in the woods and/or died for her before being resurrected” group lol, and I’d love something that explores one of those things; canon gives us a little bit of that between Cass and Varian in the form of “Nothing Left to Lose,” but it doesn’t really address it after they’ve both found their way back; I’d love something post-canon for any of these pairs, after Cass has finally got her act together and they can start learning to deal with all of it.  Sharing their experiences!  Figuring out how to emotionally process the bad (or good-but-with-unfortunate-consequences-even-if-only-temporary) decisions you made!  I’m here for it.

 Eugene & Angry, Eugene & Catalina, Angry & Catalina, Angry & Catalina & Lance:

All the found family! If you’re just dealing with Angry and Catalina, I’d take anything at any point in the timeline tbh—how did they meet? When and how did they start thieving together?  What did they do between their major appearances in the show?  If you go post-canon—how do they work out their new lives with Lance?  They’ve been living on their own for at least two years, probably longer; how do they learn to let go and let someone else take care of them?  And for either (or both tbh) of them with Eugene—former child-thieves, reformed because of Rapunzel!  He doesn’t have any parental-style authority over them; how do they relate to him as opposed to Lance, in a post-canon world?

 *****

 superhero time babey [art and fic]

Secret Society of Second-Born Royals (2020) [SAFETY]  

·        Matteo & Roxana & Sam & Tuma (Secret Society of Second-Born Royals)

·        January & Matteo & Roxana & Tuma & Sam (Secret Society of Second-Born Royals)

·        Mike Kleinberg & Sam (Secret Society of Second-Born Royals)

·        Eleanor & None (Secret Society of Second-Born Royals)

·        Catherine & Eleanor & Sam (Secret Society of Second-Born Royals)

·        January & Sam (Secret Society of Second-Born Royals)

·        Eleanor & Sam (Secret Society of Second-Born Royals)

·        Worldbuilding & None (Secret Society of Second-Born Royals)

Fandom-specific dnw: January as purely, irredeemably evil; absolute monarchy as unambiguously purely good.

Fandom-specific note: since I’m directly asking for politics in the worldbuilding option, it would be a bit silly to fully dnw real-world politics in this real-world-adjacent setting. Don’t worry about referencing real politics if that’s where you go with your fic; however, I would rather any focused-on politics be filtered through the context of the fictional countries the film uses, and please don’t reference real-world American politics post-2015.  “unrequested full setting aus” dnw has been modified to “unrequested mundane aus” so if you want to, idk, put them in a fairytale au or a sports-but-still-have-powers au or something—go right ahead.

 Prompts:

So, I enjoyed this silly little movie quite a lot—the characters were a lot of fun!  I love them all!  I really mostly just want more of them tbh.  If you want an overarching theme—I would adore time travel here, even more than I normally do. Time loops especially are just… perfection.

 Matteo & Roxana & Sam & Tuma, January & Matteo & Roxana & Tuma & Sam:

Team fic! Team fic! Team fic!  For these two sets, I’d love something about the whole team—of course—doing team-y things. You could set it in the summer, before shit goes down in the climax; or you could set it after—they’re going after January, of course.  What happens when they finally catch up to her?  What do they do?  How do they all process the relevant emotions of having been betrayed?  Do we catch a redemption arc?

 Mike & Sam:

These two are such good friends!  I like their friendship a lot, and I’d love to see more of it.  Something fun would be pre-canon—how did they meet?  What led them to start their band?  How much traction does their band have, really? Or post-canon—even having forgiven her, it’s got to be a lot to deal with, your best friend turning out to not just be a princess, but a superhero princess, while you’re just… a groundskeeper’s son(?).

 Eleanor, Eleanor & Sam, Catherine & Eleanor & Sam:

Family times!  There’s a lot of tension and secrets here, have been for a long time; tell me how they come to deal with it all and learn to live with each other better than they have been before the film—or give me backstory! How did things end up spiraling this far down?

 January & Sam:

I’d love to have something dealing with January’s PoV on the events of the film, or Sam’s PoV on January; more fun with secrets and betrayals!  (Fun for the audience at least; maybe less fun for these two though.) They got pretty close, after all—how did that have January feeling?  Did she second-guess herself over that?  How about Sam—she was the one betrayed by her new friend, after all.  If you want to see me talking more about just January, check out my Yuletide letter here.

 Worldbuilding:

Okay, so, I really did like this movie, so I say this affectionately, but… to call the worldbuilding here flimsy would be to, well, imply that it had bothered doing any worldbuilding whatsoever, and that’s not quite accurate, now is it?  To be clear, I do think this was probably a good decision, given that the movie is dedicated to superhero funtimes, not How The Hell Is This Happening, but it does leave me with so very many questions. For being a movie all about royalty, this movie is almost allergic to actually engaging any of the politics it hints at, what with the presented sides being “monarchy good” and “terrorism is fine actually”; if you want to write about the politics of the world these characters live in, by all means go ahead! For example, how did they manage to be a Western European absolute monarchy all the way to the present day?  I’d love to see that, or anything like it really, explored.  Other worldbuilding I’d be interested in includes an exploration of the “gene” which… somehow… manifests exclusively in second-born children of royal bloodlines—does this include bastard children?  What counts as a royal bloodline?  What happens when one of the superhero royal children has to ascend the throne?  Why only the second-born?  Is it really genetic at all, or is it some sort of magic?  If not magic, then wtaf is going on in the genetics of this world, I have to know more.

 *****

 disguise shenaniganery and/or PUNS

Original Work [SAFETY]

·        Male Student Mage Disguised as a Girl/Female Student Warrior Disguised as a Boy (M/F)

·        Male Student Mage Disguised as a Girl/Female Fellow Student Mage (M/F)

·        Male Student Mage Disguised as a Girl & Male Student Warrior (M & M)

·        Male Student Mage Disguised as a Girl & His Older Female Mentor (M & F)

·        Male Student Mage Disguised as a Girl & Female Student Warrior Disguised as a Boy (M & F)

·        Male Student Mage Disguised as a Girl & Female Fellow Student Mage (M & F)

·        Child Superhero & Their Concerned Supervillain Nemesis (Any & Any)

·        Spellsword Mercenary & Mathemagician (Any & Any)

fandom-specific dnw: age gaps in ships of more than 3 or so years when one character is underage; predatory manipulation between characters in the relationship in service of the relationship–if characters are manipulating each other for non-relationship things and such that’s okay, but i’d rather both parties in any of the ships be interested in the romance of their own accord. Additionally, please don’t have characters react to any gender-disguised characters (or characters in general, but it’s most relevant to them) in transphobic or transphobic-adjacent ways (i.e. none of the characters are requested as trans, but I still wouldn’t want to see the kinds of comments people make about trans people aimed at them). I’d also rather not see any kind of serious relationship with at least one character disguising their gender pre-reveal of that disguise–flirting, starting to date a little is okay but if it’s going further please have them reveal it. Please don’t play into the idea of gender-disguised character as “trap”.

also dnw characters requested as gender-disguised to be written as trans or to be written as absolutely loathing their disguise. other characters are fair game. if writing trans characters, dnw them to be explicitly nondysphoric (but not addressing it is fine).

fandom-specific note: the “setting au” dnw obviously does not apply here; my typical “identity headcanon” au dnw has been replaced by a dnw for “marginalized identities as the main focus of a fic” since there isn’t exactly a canon here lol.

If you’re a lovely friend who wants to do treats, I’d be totally on board for art treats for this section; however, I haven’t requested them as actual fills.

 Prompts:

All of these are fun groupings that, I think, imply both setting and some amount of plot; but I’ll have some more specific prompts anyway.  Overall I like all sorts of settings; all of my requested pairs imply some amount of speculative elements in the setting, but beyond that it’s all up to you.  Just-left-of-modern?  Ancient China but with magic?  IN SPACE? Whatever you want to do, go for it.

 Male Student Mage Disguised as a Girl &/Whoever:

Look, I’m a sucker for identity/disguise shenanigans, and I love gender disguises, and for all the books I read as a kid featuring girls disguising themselves as boys to do [insert restricted activity here], I never saw its natural inverse; this is a travesty and must be corrected for.  Anything playing into this whole trope/idea is just chef’s kiss, I promise you I’ll love it.

 Child Superhero & Their Concerned Supervillain Nemesis:

Another favorite dynamic of mine!  I love supervillains getting tricked into that semi-parental role where they’re like “hang on I may be a supervillain and a criminal but you’re a child where are your parents what are you doing here,” it’s quite possibly the Best dynamic I have yet encountered in superhero fiction… even if I haven’t actually encountered it all that much.

 Spellsword Mercenary & Mathemagician:

Okay, I’ll admit that I mostly nominated and requested this for the pun potential.  But I think there’s also quite a lot of implicit lore you could really dig into; what kind of world is this, where magic can be imbued in or used through swords, but can also be related to mathematics?  Tell me more about it!  How do these two know each other?  Are they both shamelessly, pundamentally invested in wordplay as well as their actual jobs?  If you’re looking for more plot-implying ideas, I would be super down if you wanted to map this onto one of my other origfic requests (but no pressure lol).

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Currently working on ..

Films

Bombshell (2019)

Waves (2019)

Don’t Breathe (2016)

Descendants 2 (2017)

Secret Society of Second-Born Royals (2020)

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (2009)

Series

The Flight Attendant (S1 E2)

American Gods (S2 E1)

American Gods (S2 E2)

Never Have I Ever  (S1 E3)

Never Have I Ever  (S1 E4)

Big Sky (S1 E1)

Big Sky (S1 E2)

Skam NL (Season 2) [10/10]

Skam IT (Season 1) [4/11]

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Atlantis AU - Character Designs

This was waaaaaay too much fun! I guess there’s something about Kingdom Hearts characters that translates really well into the aesthetic of Atlantis. Story setup and character bio’s are below the cut!

In the year 1920 world renowned archaeologist Professor A. Wise discovers a book known as The Shepherd’s Journal, which he believes may hold the location of the Lost City of Atlantis. With the help of his two best students, Professor Wise makes sort work of decoding the ancient Atlantean language, unlocking the book’s long held secrets. He presents his findings to the famous adventure Yen Sid in hopes of receiving financial backing from him for an expedition to the Lost City. While Yen Sid himself is now much too old to venture out on such an arduous journey, he enthusiastically agrees to financially support the venture. All that remained was for Professor Wise to assemble the talented crew required to see the expedition through.

Kairi: Kairi is a University student studying history and linguistics. She is one of Professor Wise’s top students and helped him in the decoding The Shepherd’s Journal. When presented with the opportunity to join him on the Atlantis expedition she excitedly agrees the moment he asks her. On the outside Kairi appears to have a very positive outlook on life and a rather happy go lucky attitude. However, this persona is a mask Kairi uses to hide a deep pain she has carried all her life. Born out of wedlock to the disgrace of both her parents, Kairi has always been seen as an outcast in her family. Her wish to be educated at a University far away was only agreed to by her wealthy family so they may finally be rid of her for good. With the exception of her friend Roxas, Kairi feels she has never been truly loved by anyone. That all begins to change, however, when upon reaching the city of Atlantis she meet’s a mysterious Atlantean man with the most charming smile she’s ever seen.

Roxas: Roxas attends the same University as Kairi, studying history and archaeology. He and Kairi met in their first history class together and became fast friends. Upon learning of Kairi’s family and troubled past Roxas promised that he could be her new family, and that they would always be friends no matter what. He was the second student who helped Professor Wise decode The Shepherd’s Journal. Unlike Kairi, however, Roxas was less eager on the idea of actually travelling to the Lost City, fearing the journey there would be fraught with danger. Kairi comforts him and tells him that so long as he won’t regret it some day, then he shouldn’t force himself to go on the journey. After thinking on her words and knowing deep down that not seeing Atlantis would haunt him for the rest of his life, Roxas agrees to join the expedition. After all, who knows what sort of other worldly treasure he may find? Or perhaps whom he may find.

Terra: A commander who served in the first World War, Terra is recruited for the expedition along with a number of other ex-soldiers for their military know how and leadership skills. While cool and stoic on the outside, on the inside Terra has become a troubled man, scared by the horrors he faced during the War. Having seen hell with his own eyes, he is now desperate to see “the other world” wherever it may be.

Xion: Adoptive sister of Axel and mechanical engineering wiz kid! Xion, along with her older brother, were both personally recommended by Yen Sid for the expedition. There’s no engine she can’t fix. Xion makes no secret of the fact that she and her brother are only in this for the money so they can keep financially supporting their family. But despite that mentality she has a kind heart, and finds herself easily making friends with Kairi and Roxas.

Axel: Like his sister, explosive expert Axel is in this for the money, plain and simple. He was also recommended by Yen Sid, and has well over a decade of experience with explosives. Axel likes to make friends with everyone, whether they like it or not. Roxas and Kairi were doomed to be his new best friends from the start.

Sora: Growing up Sora always appreciated how lucky he was. Despite having no parents and no royal title to speak of he was somehow accepted as a ward of the Atlantean Emperor. He grew up within the palace walls and became best friends with the Prince. He had to be the luckiest orphan around! Sora thought that he had everything he could ever want, that was until he came across a mysterious girl with impossibly red hair on the outskirts of the city, who claimed to have come from the world above. Sora knew from the moment he met her that he was a goner. He just hoped the Prince wouldn’t be too mad…and why are all the rumours that Sora may actually posses Royal blood after all suddenly re-emerging?

Riku: The Prince and heir to the thrown of Atlantis. Riku understands his duty well, but that doesn’t mean he always sticks to the rules. Much the the distain of his head guard, more often then not Riku can be found sneaking out of the Palace with Sora to go hunting, or explore more of their mysterious home. The boys both know that once Riku becomes Emperor their time together will no longer be free. They swear to one another that until that day comes they will spend every moment they can together. It is during one of his many expeditions with Sora that they come across the party of explorers from the world above. Riku notices that Sora seems instantly taken by the girl with strange red hair, and even he must admit that there is something about her...

Aqua: The Prince’s head guard and and attempted voice of reason, Aqua is a woman who will do anything to protect her Prince even if that means protecting him from himself. While she does her best to maintain a stern exterior appropriate for her position in society, on the inside she has an incredibly warm and loving heart. She will just as soon scold Riku, Sora and Ven for their inappropriate actions, as she will offer them heartfelt advice and comfort whenever they need it. When the Explorers first appear Aqua does not trust them. While some of the newcomers seem friendly enough, others among the group appear to have darker motivations. And then there’s the tall man in the group, with brown hair and a haunted look in his eyes. There’s something about him Aqua can’t seem to figure out, but she determined to find the answer. For the sake of the Prince’s safety of course…

Namine: There was once a time in Namine’s life when everything was normal. Her days would pass and nothing strange or out of the ordinary would happen. She could read and draw to her heart’s content. Then one day, through no fault of her own, she somehow got mixed up in one the the Prince’s crazy adventures and by the end of the madness had seemingly become friends with the Prince and his best friend, Sora. Ever since then Namine’s life has become one ridiculous adventure after another, so it wasn’t really much of a surprise when Sora came crashing through her front door one day exclaiming that strange people from the world above had somehow appeared in Atlantis. What did take her by surprise was when she finally laid eyes on the Explorers she found that she couldn’t seem to take her eyes off one of them in particular. A young man with blond hair and a lyrical voice she just can’t get out of her head.

Ven: When Ven first signed up to be trained as a Royal Guard he had expected a tough training process that would teach him to be both strong and disciplined. What he had not expected was for the Prince and Sora to take such a strong liking to him that they would insist he join them on their expeditions at every opportunity. Caught between his duty of obeying the Prince’s request but also to follow Aqua’s commands, Ven often finds himself receiving an earful from the head guard. But once the lectures are done Aqua always admits that, while Ven shouldn’t leave his post, at least the Prince had taken some form of protection with him. When the Explorers arrive Ven is initially excited, but like Aqua he quickly becomes suspicious. There’s just something in particular about the Explorer with messy jet black black hair that sends an involuntary shiver down Ven’s spine.

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Okay let’s do one of those fun emoji based starter calls! React in the comments with the emoji representing the verse you’d like a starter in! Multis, please specify a muse for the starter in the comments, too. 

👑: A royalty AU from this list. Feel free to specify if there’s one you’d like or I will just pick whatever I have muse for!

🔥: Hunger Games Victor Cleo ( bio )

🌞: Capitol Born Cleo ( bio )

🌻: Hogwarts Cleo ( bio ); ( quick stats )

🦁: Hogwarts Lysandra, guest muse by request only ( quick stats )

🌜: Crescent City Fae Cleo ( bio )

🌅: ACOTAR Dawn Court Cleo ( bio )

💖: PJO Daughter of Aphrodite Cleo ( bio )

💫: Star Wars Cleo ( bio )

🍷: Vampire Cleo / TVD Verse ( bio )

👸🏼: Super Powers Cleo / Secret Society of Second-Born Royals ( bio )

🤞🏼: Spy / Gallagher Girls Academy Cleo ( bio )

[nana-n-nono]

Starborn

cw: mentions of death, mild injury, fire, lmk what else

SBB says: This thing is gigantic and got completely out of hand (at a word count of 7726 oh my god) but I hope you like it anyways and find some interesting lore points! Please do yell at me in the ask box! I'll try to have Jeno's up in less time but honestly it probably won't come out until end of August just before the event ends anyways lol.

They say in Soladium that being born is as instantaneous and explosive as a supernova. Jaemin always thought that was a bit odd, considering supernovas only occur when stars die. There's never an explanation either, when he asks. It's always, you'll understand when you're older.

According to the history books, the kingdom of Soladium was birthed the same way. It appeared entirely overnight. One day there was barren land under twin suns that were far too hot for life, the next a single sun and a brilliant realm built of white gold and molten lava. People questioned of course. Where did the second sun go? How did they do this? The first king answered none of these, instead going forth to conquer surrounding realms with swift and deadly force. These realms were by no means small either, the ancient lands of Tonitrua and Beongae being some of the lands razed. Soladium was fearfully hailed as a kingdom built in a single lunar cycle and as an empire built nearly as fast.

Now, those days seem like only stories, exaggerations from history. Memory is imperfect in that way. But Jaemin, and really every royal of Soladium, knows they're real. Knows that Soladium on the surface may seem like a cheerful, festive kingdom built on the foundations of honesty and sincerity, but that it lives on a foundation of bloodshed and deceit. It's hard to reconcile at times. You would look at someone like Jaemin and think, how can he be lethal?

True, Jaemin does not look particularly deadly. He's tall but he's not broad like his brother, nor does he seem clever like his sister. Often people will whisper that Jaemin was raised as a carefree child and that his parents spoiled him despite his status as the second prince, the second heir to the throne. Jaemin's inclined to agree with them to some degree, he was spoiled and he is carefree. But like everything in Soladium, that which is bright is built on something dark. And he is no exception to that rule.

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Concentrate. Feel the heat around you. Feel it rise, heat always rises. Feel the intensity, that life breathes into—

"Your highness?"

Jaemin's head snaps up, a pure deer in the headlights look on his face as he's startled out of his training. The messenger sighs to themselves, fondly of course. It's well know that the second prince will get wrapped up in anything, and that he needs to be reminded of his other duties. But no one has the heart to tell him to stop, not when he looks so excited when he succeeds. Not when he looks so absorbed, eyes locked into whatever he’s studying when he’s concentrating. Jaemin clears his throat. “Yes?”

“I apologize for the disturbance, but your mother is requesting your presence in the courtyard.” The messenger sweeps into a bow and then straightens up, opening the door. Ah, so then it’s an immediate summons. The prince sighs, getting up and dusting off his trousers. Casual wear for the day, stuff he can run in since he had morning training with the weapons master. He nods to the messenger to lead the way, following closely behind. What could mother be summoning him for?

Even before entering the courtyard, Jaemin could sense his mother. Not through heat sensing, though he could do a bit of that as well, but rather through sheer presence. The queen was a formidable woman, even by Petramus standards. Tall, regal with a hard set jaw and narrow eyes. She was terrifying, at first glance. But underneath all that was a woman who based her strength in kindness, someone who was never afraid to stand up for justice and happiness. She didn’t back down on anything, didn’t back down from anyone. Though Soladium was a patriarchal society, the queen stood on equal ground as her beloved the king, and Jaemin admired that so.

The ideal behind marrying a Petramus princess to a Soladium prince was to form political alliances, of course, but also to try and instill a new set of values in the children of their union. Soladium’s undying determination and pride, Petramus’s stone cold analytics and cleverness. But it seemed there was still some way to go, with the first prince falling more into Soladium’s habits while the first princess fell into Petramus. Jaemin, it seemed, sort of fell into neither. An oddball.

As soon as Jaemin steps into the courtyard, the quiet chattering ceases and the queen turns with a beautiful smile. "My baby," she coos, reaching her arms out from where she sat. Jaemin immediately steps into her embrace, pressing a kiss to her temple as she does to his.

“Mother.” The queen gestures to her side to the empty space reserved for him. The bench is quite small, especially considering the size of the queen’s skirts that flare out but Jaemin still manages to sit down without accidentally sitting on the silken fabrics. “What is it?”

“My baby,” she repeats, but it’s different. A touch sadder. Jaemin leans into her touch when she cups his face with one hand, thumb caressing his cheekbone. "Oh, my precious Jaemin-ah."

He stays quiet, unsure what to say. What to ask. There have been few times in his life that his mother has taken this tone. When his grandfather died. When he was so ill they thought he may not survive. This tone is always accompanied by the pain of loss, potential or real.

"As you know," she starts softly, "You'll be fifteen soon." Between when he sat and when she began speaking, all the servants had stepped away to the edge of the courtyard, leaving only the two of them. Jaemin nods. Of course he knows, it's his own birthday for one but for two it's his Blessed day, so the entire court has been preparing for this. His birthday is happening in only a few days, but the planning for festivities has been so much longer. Months of color design, decor placement, outfit tailoring, inviting foreign royals. Of course Jaemin knows.

He also knows that Blesseddays are special. They're secretive and sacred but after a Blessed day, people change. They grow into themselves, whatever that mean for them. For Jaemin's older brother that meant becoming more confident and bold, bordering brutally honest with every passing day. Jaemin's older sister embraced her innovative spirit, devoting all her time to strategy and intelligence. That wasn't to say they weren't those things before their Blessed days, but after... It was like they'd been shocked into realizing their life purpose or something. It was, frankly, a bit terrifying for a young Jaemin. And just a bit lonely, though he'd never admit that.

Jaemin doesn't know what any of that has to do with the queen calling him today though. The way it works is that three days before the day of celebration, the person in question (Jaemin in this case) is brought somewhere (of course he doesn't know where yet) by the last person in the immediate family who had their Blessed days (Jaemin's sister in this case). Then they undergo some kind of ritual for the three days and emerge on their birthday to undergo a more public ritual. The public one is more for appearances than anything else, but it's an important ending to the whole process. The only part the queen needs to play is in the public ritual so... What's the whole point of this?

She doesn't say anything for a while, for a time that seems to stretch on and on though it's likely no more than a few minutes. Jaemin has his father's eyes but his mother's smile. A smile, no matter how small, is always the warmest thing in a room. A smile that embodies Soladium, as he's been told again and again. He offers this smile to her now, as reassuring as he can.

"I just wanted to see you," she says finally. Some part of Jaemin is confused and maybe a little disappointed. This seemed like something so serious and yet...? But he just smiles wider and tilts his head in her touch, childlike despite no longer being a child. Young, but not a child. That just seems to make her sadder, though she still smiles and boops his nose with her free hand like she did when he was a toddler. "You'll always be my baby, okay? No matter what, you'll always be my baby."

Jaemin really doesn't get it, maybe this is a nostalgia for him growing up? Still, he nods and replies, "Yes mother."

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Jaemin is awoken just as the sun begins to peak out from over the mountain tops. The break of dawn, three days before his birthday as promised. His sister, dressed in white robes with simple gold trimming herds him out of his room, ushering him into a bath first before dragging him down the hall, down the stairs, down down down. Jaemin has never been this far down. Jaemin hasn't seen another living soul since he woke up either, not in the bath, not in the halls. No knights, servants, gardeners... no one. His skin prickles at the loss of heat.

He's dressed in grandeur unlike his sister. A white shirt of satin, hand sewn with thread that is so fine and delicate it looks more like it was woven into the shirt rather than sewn in. Gems embellish the hems on the sleeves, the bottom of the shirt, the collar. And then simple slim fit trousers, in the same fashion except with some extra curling embroidery creeping up his legs. For once, he looks every bit the prince he's meant to be. And yet he feels so vulnerable, the satin unusually light and thin.

"Jaemin." His sister stops at the base of the stairs. How long have they been walking while he got caught up in his thoughts? A long ways down if the endlessly spiraling stairs above him have anything to say. It's entirely pitch black down here too, not a single light in sight. Jaemin only knows to turn to his sister by sound, by instinct. By...

Oh.

He inhales sharply. When he was first introduced to the idea of heat signatures, Jaemin was confused. Which was unusual, because nearly every living person in Soladium can pick up on heat signatures one way or another. But Jaemin had no idea what they were talking about. He was a rare case, someone who could not innately tell where heat was coming from. So they trained him from the beginning, and now he's made enough progress that if he concentrates, he can pick up strong heat signatures. But only strong ones. His sister's is not very strong, but what she's standing next to...

It's blinding. It's so, so very bright and Jaemin wants to take a step back. Something they teach you about sensing heat is to avoid things that are too hot. Most things will not fall in that range. Certainly not humans, at their internal 37°C count. Not even boiling water at 100°C. The limits alter per person but the general consensus is to cap out around 300°C. Some of the more talented individual can push it to 500°C. But this... Jaemin feels like his skin is melting, his throat is closing up, his eyes--

"Jaemin," his sister says softly. And just like that, he's back in darkness, gasping as he collapses onto the cool stone floor. For a few minutes, there's just the sound of Jaemin's wheezing. Deep breath in, hold, breathe out. Do it again.

"I won't be going any further with you. For the next three days, you'll be here alone. This place has everything you need, food, clothes, water, baths. Anytime during those days, you need to confront it. It doesn't need to be now, and it doesn't need to be in the last hour. But you must. If you don't..." She sounds so far away, echoing softer and softer. Jaemin wants to call to her, but he can't. He still can't breathe. Everything is unsteady. It's too dark, completely and utterly dark, and yet he still feels light fading around the edges of his non-existent vision. "Be brave Jaemin." A pause, so short it might not be a pause at all really. And then infinitely softer, so soft that he can barely catch it. "Until last light."

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When his eyes open again, Jaemin is 100% sure he's awake and yet it doesn't feel like it at all. Right. All consuming darkness. How Jaemin didn't break his neck walking down somehow eludes him, he's always been clumsy. He slowly gets up, but his body isn't stiff as expected. The stone beneath him is hard and cold, and yet he feels like he's just slept on the softest, warmest bed in the whole world. He rubs his eyes to try get some sensation out of them, but. It's just dark. If he strains his eyes to see then it'll definitely hurt him later. So instead he closes them, to try and trick his brain a little.

He doesn't really want to stand with how his legs gave out earlier... Earlier? How long has it been since his sister brought him down? God he doesn't know at all. He's not hungry though, so maybe it hasn't been that long. He stretches his legs, wiggling his toes and by the feeling of it, he might be okay to stand in a few minutes. But for now he just keeps stretching, slowly but surely waking up every part of his body.

After he feels enough blood in his limbs, he stands and though he wobbles a bit, he's stable enough to not fall over. He'll take that win. He doesn't recall at all what this area even looks like, so he just takes a step in a direction. There's faint heat signatures around, but most of them are near muted completely. Not entirely bizarre since Jaemin doesn't have a good track record of heat tracking anyways, but definitely inconvenient. He wants to squint but-- oh wait. His eyes are closed. After a momentary battle of what to do, he settles for scrunching up his nose and stepping towards a cluster of signatures, small ones. When he feels around them, he thinks ah okay, so this is food. It's simple stuff really, bread rolls, some fruits, a block of cheese. Probably? It feels like that anyways.

To its left are something that feels definitely like clothes, though he has no idea what kind. They’re soft though, so it probably doesn’t really matter. Who’s going to see him anyways in all this?

Somewhere further left is a kind of hallway that Jaemin finds by feeling along the walls. There at the end, the heat signature rises to a more normal view. A hot spring maybe? It’s close to that if it’s not. A slight misstep confirms it though, and Jaemin, disgruntled, hauls himself out sopping wet.

After changing into some dry clothes, he finishes cataloging (which isn't much, just a lot of soaps and an actual bed) and then sits on the floor to just... Ponder. His sister said he needed to face it, but what is it? His own weaknesses? And then there was that bright light. He's fairly certain that it had to be a hallucination or something. After all, if he saw it after being in the dark for so long, wouldn't he go blind? Or... Is he blind? No way... Except there's no way to tell because even with his eyes open, the darkness is as thick as ever. Fear sinks into his blood, cold as ice. But he shakes his head, it can't be. It can't be.

He stretches himself out on the bed, apprehension still crawling on his skin when he settles. There's a lot to consider here. So, Jaemin thinks, let's take it step by step.

First: Jaemin must complete some kind of task during these three days. His sister mentioned it doesn't matter when, only that he do it. Caveat? He has no idea how time is passing here.

Second: There are faint heat signatures all around but they're muted, even the hot spring that should be very bright. Could the mysterious light have something to do with that?

Third: What happens if he doesn't complete the task?

Third: What happens if

Third: What

Jaemin blinks, suddenly dizzy in his attempt to sit up. It's as though the bed is pulling him down, coaxing him to rest his head and close his eyes and let go of this thoughts. Oh, he thinks as he sinks back down. Maybe it's been a day already. Maybe it's night now. There's no reason for him to be sleepy though, he thinks even as he yawns. After all, doesn't that mean he was asleep on the floor longer than expected...?

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"Jaemin-ah!"

He turns, blinking. It's not dark anymore. Not at all. In fact it's very bright, so much so that Jaemin should be squinting against the shine. And yet he isn't, instead slowly twisting around with a growing smile. He knows that voice anywhere.

"Jeno!" And there in full view is Lunaste's only prince, eyes crinkled in their usual moon crescents. Jeno looks good as always, wearing a tighter fitting formal shirt tucked into newly tailored dark pants. On his ears sparkle the mark of an heir, small gem from Lunaste's mines. They're a shimmering dark blue, not unlike the night sky before the sun fully sets down. Jaemin half runs over to hug his best friend, reveling in the clean and cool feeling that Jeno always gives off.

"What, did you miss me that much?" Jeno laughs, squeezing Jaemin just as tightly. "C'mon, let's go sit. It's been ages since I last saw you."

Jaemin genuinely has no idea where they are but Jeno seems to know it well, so the younger boy just follows behind with a spring in his step. They don't walk long, just enough that Jaemin gets a bit whiny to Jeno's endless amusement. "Jenooooooo--"

"Shush you big baby, we're almost there." Jaemin's pout does nothing but make Jeno smile wider, tugging them both along until they're suddenly in some kind of clearing. A huge meadow? Jaemin's never seen it before, in either Soladium or Lunaste. But he just accepts it, trusting Jeno. The older boy takes them to a patch of grass that's mostly clear of flowers, laying down first and gesturing for Jaemin to join. It's nice out here, a light breeze ruffling the grass and the suns not too bright. Wait. The suns?

"Jaemin-ah." Jeno's voice sounds so far away. Jaemin looks to his side, and yet there's no one there. He sits up, looking around but Jeno's no where to be found. The meadow is still there though... As is a plume of smoke, slowly encircling the edges of the horizon. "Jaemin!" The boy scrambles to his feet, heart racing as he hears his best friend yell. "Jaemin!!"

"Jeno?" Jaemin yells back, eyes widening in horror at the smoke approaches. And where there's smoke, there's fire. The meadow's burning up. And Jeno... Is nowhere to be found.

"Jaemin you have to run!" Jeno's voice sounds more strangled, like he can't breathe. Did he get caught somewhere?

"Jeno! Jeno where are you!" Jaemin coughs as the smoke starts to crowd where he is, ash falling onto his skin and burning him just like real fire. There's no where to go though. Even as Jaemin turns, he's confronted with more smoke, more fire. "Jeno!"

"Jaemin you--" The rest cuts out, the flames roaring too loudly. Jaemin swallows dryly, crouching down to the floor. What can he do? He's going to be completely surrounded soon. There's no where to go--

"JUMP!!"

Jaemin's eyes snap open at the feeling of a hand on his elbow hauling him up. Jeno??? He's scuffed up, scratches and blooming bruises across his cheek and on his hands. Jaemin hesitates, mind racing too fast to comprehend but Jeno whips around with his eyes blazing. "Jaemin trust me. You have to jump." Jump where? The solar prince looks down and oh. There's a hole, about two times his width. It seems to go straight down, just down down down endlessly. Jaemin's logical brain doesn't understand, but his instincts do. And his gut trusts Jeno.

So he jumps.

Down

down

down.

Jaemin gasps, hands clenched tight in the sheets as his eyes fly open. Where is he? Why is it dark? Is he underground, is this--

His voice is barely above a whisper. "Jeno?"

Silence stretches endlessly, swallowing his soft call.

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Jaemin doesn't really dream. Or at least he never remembers his dreams, so this is really unusual and quite frankly very unpleasant. He'd taken a long bath right after waking up, wincing at the sensation of hot on his skin but settling in after anyways. He's awake now, definitely.

The dream... Well, maybe nightmare would be more appropriate. Jaemin shudders thinking about how vivid it was, how he still feels his throat closing up at the vague thought of ash. Soladium residents have some heat resistance, sure, but that sensation was... Like being surrounded by...

The sun.

Jaemin blinks, understanding slowly coming through. The sun! But wait... Wasn't that just a legend? Two suns? One shot down--

No. It was never fully explained what happened to it. Jaemin just assumed it was shot down as part of the story, but in fact... What if it wasn't?

This is crazy. Jaemin, you're nuts. You're losing it. And yet in his heart he knows he's right. Something about this ritual has to do with the sun. The second one that vanished without a trace the day that Soladium was established.

You need to confront it. It. Not yourself, not them, but it. A non-human entity.

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Jaemin spends the rest of the day not thinking. Honestly his head hurts, waking up with a hammering heart and a confused brain was not been a great way to start the day. And then all that thinking immediately after in the bath... Yeah, Jaemin's calling it for day 2. He still has at least 24 more hours in day three. And then... Does he technically have part of his birthday? Maybe?

He spends the day nibbling on apples and cheese and crackers. Another thing, the food is always prepared in easily eaten bites. Apples are sliced, sometimes peeled. The cheese is always cubed. Weird. Magic isn't really prevalent in Soladium, not really. The only thing really would be their heat control. Even the heat sensing doesn't seem that magical, more a byproduct of adaptation to the landscape. But there's definitely something magical about this whole thing. It's a bit unsettling.

Like the previous night, Jaemin starts to feel the pull of bed at some point, probably around the peak of the lunar cycle. He yawns as he settles down, curling up on his side and falling asleep.

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It smells like earth. Like damp earth. Jaemin doesn't hate it, but he's not the fondest fan either. Rainy days are nice, and he like them just fine, but they're not his favorite. That's just how it is. But he likes them when he can be with Jeno, then it's fun. Running around with Jeno chasing him is fun. Spending the day inside talking over snacks is fun. Finding new hiding places and cozying up is fun.

"Jaemin-ah."

"Jeno-yah."

Jeno's always been there. Jeno is reliable, like how the lunar cycle always follows and leads into a solar cycle. They may be princes of different realms, but somehow they're still best friends. Constant letters, excuses to visit. Sometimes the queen dowager of Lunaste will whisper to the reigning queen of Soladium, ah they're kindred souls.

"Jeno, I'm scared." It should feel scary to even admit that and yet it doesn't. It just comes out. Jaemin still has no idea where he is, has no idea where Jeno it. Everything's blurry, like he's looking at it through some thick frosted glass. But Jeno's there, he knows it.

Jeno doesn't ask why. Doesn't say that it's going to be fine. Instead he says, "But are you going to let it stop you?"

Jaemin almost wants to say yes. It's infinitely scary to think that perhaps the thing he has to face is what he thinks it is. But it's infinitely more terrifying to think that if he fails, he might never be able to see the people he loves again. After all, no one knows the cost of failure for the ritual, only that if you fail you don't come back the same. Or at all sometimes.

"No," he says instead. "No, this is something I have to do. To move forward." To be with everyone, with you.

Jeno smiles and Jaemin feels a warm hand over his own. "That's right. It's something you have to do."

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Jaemin takes a deep breath. He hasn't tried to heat sense much outside of what's necessary, but even then he's gotten so familiar with the space he doesn't need the sensing to tell him where everything is. But he has a feeling he should try again, maybe it'll show him what's there.

Sitting in the center (or what he thinks is center) of the room, he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

Concentrate. Feel the heat around you. Feel it rise, heat always rises. Feel the intensity, that life breathes into objects. Take a deep breathe in, do you feel the warmth in the air around you? Stretch your senses out, feel for the things around you. Exhale slowly, do you sense the warmth of your own breath, your own life?

Slowly but surely the heat signatures return, muted as they were before. Jaemin furrows his brow, hands clenched into tight fists that rest over his knees, legs crossed in front. He can feel that prickling on the back of his neck, warm across his back. He peeks open his eyes a little at a time, seeing heat wrap around in wisps. The signatures of the ordinary objects have all but disappeared. The only one left is the one seemingly behind him, emitting curls of heat that flutter around the room before vanishing. It's much too bright to be the bath.

He doesn't turn around immediately, he'd be a fool if he did that. "I'm not sure if you can speak, but I..." He pauses, unsure how to say what he wants to. In the end, he settles for a simple, "But I'm ready." Jaemin squeezes his eyes shut again as the light starts to flash, brighter and brighter until the entire room is engulfed in white.

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The first thing Jaemin registers is screaming. A mix of voices, adults and children, men and women. Incoherent, though he picks up a few repeated words. Run! Hurry!

He's afraid to open his eyes, but he forces himself to and it's definitely not within the castle. It doesn't even seem to be a dreamscape, with how vivid everything is. Jaemin finds himself in the center of a jostling crowd, everyone seeming to sprint in the same direction. He turns to what they're fleeing from and...

He sees the lion emblem of Soladium. He sees gleaming gold breastplates over white chainmail. He sees a soldier slam his sword into someone who is fleeing, and watches as red stains the pristine silver metal.

Jaemin's going to throw up.

"Nana! Nana what are you doing standing there? You have to run!" What? What the hell, how can this be? It's Jeno, but he's... Younger. A lot younger. Is Jaemin that young too? Only seven, maybe eight? And how can Jeno be here, he's not a resident of Soladium. But wait, is this Soladium? Or...? "NANA!" Jaemin feels himself being yanked along the stream of people.

"Je- Nono, what's going on?" Jaemin can barely keep on his feet, tripping over himself often. Jeno's hand pulling is the only thing keeping him upright. "Nono, wha--"

"There's no time, we need to get out of--" There's a fuzzy sound, not unlike TV static.

"What??? Out of where? Where are we??" Jeno's younger look alike looks at Jaemin like he's crazy. He repeats the word, but again it's just static. Jaemin's really losing it. Jeno twists down an alley, escaping from the crowd but still moving. It's a little like going down the stairs with his sister, Jeno just keeps taking him down and down and down. At some point they enter some kind of tunnel, barely big enough for them. Jaemin has to crouch a little as he walks.

It's dark.

"Nono?" Jaemin can still feel his touch on his wrist, but he can't see him and Jeno doesn't answer. After what seems to be hours but could be minutes, they stop.

"Nana." The voice speaking is soft, a blend of an older sounding man and a young boy. "Nana, I'm gonna go ahead okay? Wait for me here?"

"Y-yeah," Jaemin-- Nana-- says quietly. "Come back soon?"

"Always."

And then Jaemin is alone.

For minutes. Then hours. Maybe a day has passed. He doesn't know, he hasn't moved. A voice inside whispers ever so faintly, maybe he won't come back. But Jaemin believes in his best friend, or this person who looks like his best friend. So he waits.

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"Jaemin?" He blinks, yawning. When did he fall asleep? Is he still in the tunnel? He can't be, it's too light out. The air is too fresh. Jaemin snaps awake, scrambling up. He nearly headbutts the person above him, who rears back just in time to avoid breaking their nose. "Jesus!"

"Wh-- Where am I? What time is it?" Jaemin tries to calm himself down, taking stock of what's around him. It's some sort of courtyard like area, but there are people everywhere. In the same clothes. Yellow blazer coats and black pants, white button up shirts. A uniform?

"You're at school and it's twelve thirty." Jaemin snaps his head to the side to look at Jeno, who's rubbing his nose lightly. "Damn, I think you actually nicked me a little with that iron head of yours."

"Jen?"

"Huh?" Jeno stops touching his face and Jaemin almost wants to cry at the sight of his best friend. Jeno from Lunaste has near perfect pale skin, his mole stark against it. Jeno-- Nono-- from wherever had the youthful tan of carefree boy. This Jeno looks just like he'd expect a teenager to, skin a bit pocket marked from acne scars, uneven redness all over, more freckles and moles. But it's Jeno, it's definitely Jeno. Jaemin really is going to start crying. “Jaem what’s wrong?”

Shit is he crying? Like for real? Ugh, gods that’s embarrassing. He shakes his head, pressing his sleeves to his eyes and heaving a breath. “It’s nothing Jen,” he mumbles. At least it’s just light sniffles and not full blown sobbing. That would be hard to justify. “Just tired and yknow how it is.” Why’s he talking like this? Maybe it’s just a tic of this Jaemin.

“Ah.” Sweet, understanding Jeno, who never questions when he doesn’t need to. “Yeah that assignment was pretty rough, I was going to strangle Hyunseok when he almost deleted our files. Here.” Oh a handkerchief. It’s just like Jeno to be a little old fashioned like that. Jaemin takes another minute to collect himself, stuffing the cloth into his pocket.

For a minute it’s just quiet and peaceful. A light breeze drifts across, ruffling the grass and just barely shifting Jaemin’s bangs. This is nice, yeah. Jaemin leans back on his palms and tilts his head up. It’s warm.

“So Jaem, I was asking about Friday? Cause I know you said you had student council stuff—” does he? “and you know how caught up you get when Donghyuck slacks off.”

Jaemin doesn’t even have to think about it for a second. “I’ll make time for you.” He always will. But of course he can’t say that part here, this isn’t his Jeno even if the beaming, crescent eyed smile he gets looks so familiar.

“You’re the best Jaem!” Jeno grabs a bag and slings it over his shoulder, offering a hand out to Jaemin. “Thanks for always being there for me.”

“Yeah,” Jaemin says with a smile so genuine it hurts his cheeks. “Of course Jen, always.”

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How much more must he go through? Somehow it feels a little like he’s been through countless iterations, countless universes. Him as a gangster, Jeno as the innocent bystander. Jeno as a celebrity, him as a devoted fan. Sometimes it’s Jaemin who is cruel and heartless, sometimes it’s Jeno who’s broken and hurting. And yet always the same, Jaemin and Jeno, Jeno and Jaemin. Tied together, always faithful to the other. Not once does Jaemin regrets getting shot at, getting strangled, getting screamed at if it means he can protect Jeno. He never regrets stealing or lying or smashing things if it mean staying with his best friend. Always, he thinks as he fades out of yet another life. I will always be there for you.

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“Sir.” Jaemin turns to see a squire, stiff in their naivety. “King Jeno has requested your presence.” The mere words send shivers throughout his skin, but he nods and dismisses the boy before spinning on his heel.

King Jeno is every bit as regal as Jaemin knew he would be. Midnight black hair coiffed just so under his crown of silver and white gold, dark sapphires embedded as accents. His expression is cold, something Jaemin himself has only seen once in his fifteen years. Somehow he suspects this version of himself has seen it far more often. Jeno looks almost bored, but his voice simmers with anger. “Na Jaemin.” Jaemin swallows but keeps his head bowed where he kneels. He hears a kind of clicking, not loud enough to be shoes but certainly loud enough to be a threat. Jeno’s rings most likely.

“Report.”

Jaemin still doesn’t raise his head as he speaks. In his memories, there are too many blood splatters to ignore. “The Southern Isles have refused to relinquish their control over the pass, they say that… that they won’t unless their demands are met.”

“And what are their demands?” The temperature seems to drop another ten degrees. Jaemin doesn’t want to say it, but he know when Jeno sounds sickly sweet like that… there’s no room for arguments.

“They’ve demanded that their prince be returned to them, no matter what. And that… and that you be removed from power your majesty.” There’s more of course, but those are minor compared to this. Jaemin knows that the Southern prince with caramel skin and a halo of golden curls is alive, but perhaps not for much longer. He prays he’s wrong, but he’s known Jeno for far too long.

For too long there is silence. Jaemin is almost shivering with how tense he’s gotten with every passing second. And then Jeno laughs, a soft chuckle that is so icy, so unlike his own Jeno, that Jaemin almost wants to curl in on himself and scream because it’s wrong. It blows into full, body shaking laughter and Jaemin can’t help flinching when he feels rather than sees or hears Jeno come close. A cold hand tilts his chin up and he meets Jeno’s eyes. Dark, black not brown.

“Is that so,” Jeno says softly. Jaemin doesn’t try anything funny. Jeno’s technically unarmed now, there’s no one else around. Just them. Jaemin could so easily overpower the King if he tried. Jeno isn’t special here, he can’t predict what will happen. And they’ve always been equal in strength. Jaemin could end it all, save the people from war. But he doesn’t. Not that he can’t, he doesn’t. Because this is Jeno, who he chose. “Na Jaemin, what are you?”

“I am your right hand, your majesty. Your shield and your spear to command as you see fit.” A practiced answer that spills as easily as oil over ice.

“Yes, that’s right,” Jeno coos, tapping Jaemin’s cheek. Has Jeno ever been this cold? Physically or otherwise? “You do as I ask.” Jaemin’s heart is hammering so hard he’s surprised Jeno can’t hear it. “And now I ask of you this.” Jeno leans in close, voice a sly whisper. “Kill the prince and send his mangled remains to them. They want to make demands of us? Of me? No. Jaemin-ah, show them who we are.”

Kill. In all the universes, Jaemin has killed before. But this is the first time he’s been asked to by someone he loves. The first time he’s been asked to kill someone he cares about.

Show them who we are. We, Jaemin and Jeno. Jeno and Jaemin.

Jaemin swallows and whispers back, “As you wish, your majesty.” And later, when he’s in the dungeons with a far familiar face glaring at him, spitting insults at him, when he raises his sword high and brings it down with all his force, all he can think is that he promised he would never turn his back on Jeno, no matter what.

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It’s quiet after he plunges the tip into the southern prince’s chest and Jaemin welcomes it. A brief respite between universes, somewhere he can rest. These breaks never last long, some hardly over a minute or two. Jaemin closes his eyes and waits, waits for the next universe to wake him up somehow. But instead he hears a voice, one that echoes like thousands of voices speaking at once.

Have you made your choice?

Jaemin blinks slowly and then stumbles back. Oh, so he’s in a corporeal form for this. Okay. It should be burning hot and blindingly bright, given that he’s staring directly at a sun. Neither sensations occur though and he tentatively steps forward again.

My choice?

The sun rumbles.

Yes. Your choice on your will.

My will?

Yes. That which makes you strong and that which makes you weak.

Oh…

You must decide now. Your will is what you are, but you may choose another way. Be warned child, your will is the strongest and weakest you will ever be. Your other cores may save you from those extremes, but you will never fully involve yourself in your fate. You may end up simply drifting along, always feeling away from yourself.

I don’t want that.

Most do not. However it is an option.

Can I… Can I ask a question?

Of course child.

Why was it always Jeno?

I cannot answer that.

What? Why?

It is simply not my place to do so. I can only answer questions about you.

Was it something I chose?

Yes. In a way.

…

In the last one. Why didn’t I stop him? Would I… would I do that in real life?

That I cannot tell you. I can only show you what could be, given the strength of your will.

What is my will?

Do you not know? Hm... A pause, as if the entity is pondering how best to answer this. You, Na Jaemin, third child of King Na Seomin and Queen Lee Minyoung, are destined to be the strongest ally. Your loyalty knows no bounds. Once you have chosen a person or a cause to dedicate yourself to, you will do so endlessly. Without question, without fear. Regardless of who you might hurt to achieve the goals they've asked of you. Regardless of what might be taken away. You will do what is asked, if that person is who you've chosen. That is your will.

That doesn't sound very good...

A will is neither good nor bad. It is, like everything, something that is altered based on what you choose.

…

It seems you’ve made up your mind.

Yeah. But one more question. Who are you? All of you?

Ahh, but you already know this do you not?

Just checking.

The entity chuckles. Are you ready to make your choice?

“Yeah,” Jaemin says with a smile. “Yeah I am.”

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“… Min”

Huh?

“Jae… min…”

Oh that’s his name.

“JAEMIN!”

“Gods above what!” Jaemin snaps as he opens his eyes, annoyance vanishing in an instant at the sight of Jeno’s tear streaked face. Actually, looking around, everyone was in various states of distress. His mother had her hands over her mouth, silent sobs wracking her shoulders as she leaned against his father who was pale but wearing an expression of pained pride. “Wh-why are you all crying??”

Jeno’s face contorts in a way that would be funny if not for the fresh wave of tears dripping down his cheeks. “You were gone for so long, I thought— we thought—”

“Gone?” Jaemin echoes, brows knitting together as he tries to piece it together. It must be his birthday right? The ritual shouldn’t last longer than that.

"You— you were— Gods Jaemin," Jeno hiccups, hands wrapped tightly around Jaemin's in his lap. "You were gone, you were—" Jeno can't finish it, instead sobbing again and releasing Jaemin's hands to pull him into a tight hug. Jaemin automatically raise his arms to wrap around Jeno's shaking shoulders, neck getting uncomfortably wet with tears. Jaemin turns slightly to his parents for clarification.

"You were dead, Jaemin," his mother says in a broken but somehow calm voice. She was just sobbing a second ago, how has she collected herself so quickly?

Dead? He was... dead?

"Your h-heart wasn't beating," Jeno cries, "A-and you weren't breathing and— Jaemin. I thought, we thought—"

Oh.

"What... What day is it?"

"It's the day after your birthday."

After?

No wonder... There's never been someone who didn't complete the ritual after their Blessed day. He... Wow.

"I came in," his sister says with an odd detachment, "on the dawn of your birthday. Like I was supposed to. And you, you were just laying there and gods..." Her voice cracks. "You were just laying there and you were so cold."

"When I saw Jaehee in her ceremony, she was sitting there like she was dead too. But she was warm when I touched her, and she opened her eyes immediately. And I saw— I saw the sun in her eyes so I knew. But you," Jaehyuk swallows. "You just didn't. We tried to look but it really was like you were dead Min, your eyes were so empty."

Jaemin squeezes his best friend tighter, throat closing up. "B-but I, I just accepted it like noona said to?"

"Accepted? Jaemin, I said confront. What do you mean accept?"

"Huh?"

"Jaemin-ah," his father says now. "When you meet the second sun, you should have seen yourself in different scenarios." Jaemin nods, that he did. "And you should have always made the same choices." Again, he nods. "And then the final scenario is the hardest, it's the one where you choose. And then you wake up."

"You, you didn't talk to anyone?"

"What?" No one seems to understand. Not even his father. "You spoke to someone? Do you mean in the final judgement?"

"No! No, I mean... After. After I made—" Jaemin shudders at the memory. "After I chose, I spoke to someone. To it."

"You..." Jaemin's sister was always the clever one in the family. "You spoke to it?"

"To them, yeah."

"THEM??"

"Gods them! Yes!" Jaemin reels back, earning himself a yelp from Jeno who gets tugged along. "Them. The second sun isn't just a sun. It's, it's our ancestors."

"WHAT," Jaehee shrieks, lurching forward as if to grab Jaemin's collar to demand what he knows. Ah, so this is what they meant when they said strongest and weakest. Her thirst for knowledge, her willingness to do anything to get it. How similar it is to his steadfast devotion.

"Stop that!" Jaehyuk hauls her back. "Stop, you're scaring him."

Jaemin's... Not scared. But he doesn't understand. "So none of you have spoken to them?" He's met with three mirrored head shakes. "Wow..."

"So what happened then?" His mother asks, the voice of calm despite how frazzled she looks. Jaemin's never seen her like this, pajamas underneath a coat, hair undone. His heart swells at the sight, at how much she loves him.

"They asked me to make my choice. They uh, they told me what my will was and how it might be... hurtful." And they mentioned something else but that's for Jaemin's ears only.

"That's it?" Ah ever shrewd, his sister.

"Yes."

"Why does it matter," comes a muffled whine. Oh shit, Jeno. Jaemin reels back but is held in place by his best friend. "He's not dead, he passed your stupid test. Isn't that enough?"

Evidently not for everyone but no one seems to want to challenge the Lunaste prince. It makes Jaemin wonder what happened when he was dead.

"We should give Jaemin some time to rest." His mother is the first to collect herself, standing and lightly dusting off her skirts. His father is quick to follow, always one to support his wife. "Jaemin-ah, although it's late, happy Blessed day." Jaemin hears the proud, unspoken happy birthday my baby.

Jeno stays behind though, unwilling to let his best friend out of sight. Jaemin understands it, he would be the same. For a while it's just quiet, Jeno clutching onto Jaemin and trying really hard, it seems, to not cry again. And it's like at that sight, Jaemin loses all his strength and pitches forward, pressing his face into Jeno's neck and mumbling, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry Jen, I'm so so so sorry."

Jeno just pulls him in closer and buries his own face into Jaemin's neck. Jaemin will pretend that they're not both shaking, even though there's no one to pretend to. Cause it's Jeno.

"Don't you ever do that to me again," Jeno whispers fiercely, voice thicker and more ragged than usual. "Na Jaemin I swear I will pull you back just to kill you myself."

Jaemin laughs at that, shaking his head. "I won't. I'll never leave you Jen."

"Don't promise things you can't keep," Jeno sighs back. But Jaemin knows, feels it hot in his chest, that this is one promise he's never going to break. Not even on his life.

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Notes:

- A lunar cycle is just one night. The only special time terms are solar cycle/lunar cycle instead of day/night. If it's a week, it's still called a week.

- While this event states that Jaemin/Jeno have only recently discovered they are princes, this blurb is slightly separated from that. This blurb is set in the full AU but is twisted slightly to fit the bot, thus both Jaemin and Jeno have been princes from birth. So just, don't think about it too hard?

- Inspiration: Stars are born from nebulas in which the gas and stardust in the nebulous cloud begins to collapse in on themselves from the gravitational pull. Stardust is from the death of other stars. This got a little out of hand but those various scenarios Jaemin goes through are like his own lives and deaths, so when he dies in them or when he kills in them, they "piece" together to form his will which is his strongest trait. Jaemin's a unique case where he always chose the same thing. Often people will kind of alternate their choices and whatever is strongest/gets picked the most often becomes their will.

- In the final dream sequence, Nana is Jaemin's ancestor. Naming conventions differ in the past, children would receive a nickname (Nana) and then once they became adults they would receive their formal name (Jaeyoon). In Jaemin's current timeline, you receive the name you live with when you're born. So when Jaemin was born, he was named Na Jaemin and that's just it. I can explain it more if it's confusing. Really I just wanted an excuse to make a Nana and a Jaem compared to Jaemin, yknow?

- The final dream sequence serves as the final judgement by the second sun. It weighs more heavily than others with higher emotional stakes. The reason why people lean into their attributes so heavily is because of this last scenario. In their minds, they have already played through everything that could be and will not deviate from their choices. Thus people of Soladium are considered rigid and stubborn.

- The second sun doesn't always choose to enhance positive attributes. Though Jaemin and his siblings received (in order) loyalty, cleverness and determination, others in Soladium history have received things like ruthlessness, deception and fear. Generally speaking, what attribute is chosen is what the individual's core value is, and has a lot to do with nature vs nurture.

- Don't @ me about plot holes lmao

[dweemeister]

Flower Drum Song (1961)

M*A*S*H and Star Trek: The Next Generation have long been television favorites of mine. My parents introduced me to both shows – fixtures in American entertainment as Vietnamese refugee families fled to and renewed their lives in the United States. The writers of M*A*S*H, a show set during the Korean War, did not make it a secret that the show mirrored American involvement in the Vietnam War. M*A*S*H understandably focused its attention on its mostly white doctors, nurses, and non-coms. But from time to time, the show railed against war’s horrible effects on the local populace, on whose land such bloodshed is waged. In these episodes, M*A*S*H always cast Asian-American actors of varying ethnicities to play the Koreans (the value of these depictions of Koreans varies, but it is evident the all-white writing staff gave their best effort to portray Koreans in their full humanity). For a show that aired from 1971-1983, this was a radical decision as yellowface was still a widely-accepted practice in Hollywood. Star Trek, in its various incarnations, has espoused “Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations” from its inception. Numerous Asian-American recurring actors and guest stars of these shows have appeared in these shows I cherish (and many others) for decades. My memory flows with many of their faces and voices, even if I do not recall their names.

Adapted from C.Y. Lee’s novel of the same name, Richard Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstein II’s musical Flower Drum Song debuted on Broadway in 1958. The musical resembled nothing currently on the Great White Way, with an almost entirely all-Asian cast. Yet this musical still caused consternation. Some Asian-Americans expressed their rightful disapproval towards Rodgers and Hammerstein’s patronizing dialogue and racially insensitive characterizations. For this film adaptation by Universal (this is the only Rodgers and Hammerstein film adaptation without 20th Century Fox’s involvement), screenwriter Joseph Fields – who collaborated with Hammerstein on Flower Drum Song’s book – made major adjustments in order to stem controversy. Fields rearranged the plot and soundtrack and, most importantly, rewrote more than half of Flower Drum Song’s dialogue in order to accomplish a more respectful (if still imperfect) portrayal of all the musical’s characters.

The reworked Flower Drum Song attracted a star-studded Asian-American cast. So many in this cast are actors and actresses I have known only through their guest or recurring television roles, maybe the odd extra in a movie. To see them act in non-denigrating roles, sing, and dance in a major Hollywood studio feature film was revelatory. I admit, while viewing Flower Drum Song, feeling pangs of frustration over how Hollywood’s structural racism precluded too many in this cast from stardom. But that frustration was overcome by joy – a joy in seeing these Asian-American actors display their talents in a fashion I, even in 2020, long to witness. Though still constrained by Rodgers and Hammerstein’s stereotypical views towards people of Asian descent, Flower Drum Song is a unique cinematic experience.

Mei Li (Miyoshi Umeki) and her father, Dr. Han Li (Kam Tong) have stowed away on a ship carrying them from their home in China to San Francisco. The Lis are here to complete Sammy Fong’s (Jack Soo) request for a mail-order bride. Sammy is the slick-talking owner of the Celestial Gardens nightclub, who just so happens to be in a relationship with his principal showgirl, Linda Low (Nancy Kwan). So when the Lis arrive at the nightclub, Sammy realizes the pickle he has put himself in. In his attempts to dissolve the marriage contract, he has the Lis take up residence with the Wang family – including patriarch Wang Chi-Yang (Benson Fong), Master Wang’s sister-in-law Madame Liang (Juanita Hall, a mixed-race actor of African-American and Irish descent, in yellowface), eldest son Wang Ta (James Shigeta), and younger son Wang San (Patrick Adiarte). Secretly, Sammy has convinced Madame Liang to allow Mei Li to fall naturally in love with Wang Ta. Meanwhile, Linda is flustered with Sammy after learning of his mail-order bride plans. They separate, and she soon begins to start dating Wang Ta. Wang Ta is also the object of affection of childhood friend and seamstress, Helen Chao (Reiko Sato). If you could not guess by now, the plot of Flower Drum Song revolves around complicated relationship polygons.

Actors also appearing in this film are Victor Sen Yung as the Celestial Gardens’ emcee, Soo Yong as Madame Yen Fong (Sammy’s mother; this role was to be played Anna May Wong, but she died before production began), and James Hong as the head waiter at the Celestial Gardens. Virginia Ann Lee and Cherylene Lee play Wang San’s girlfriend and the Wang family’s youngest daughter, respectively.

In this rewriting of Flower Drum Song, screenwriter Joseph Fields, there is a greater focus on generational conflict. This film adaptation is unclear when the story takes place. But by looking at some of the technology and mannerisms, I will guess sometime after World War II, probably the 1950s. In this rendition of San Francisco’s Chinatown, first-generation Chinese immigrants live alongside the second and third generations. This mix creates a tension that permeates across the film – from how characters dress, behave in public (if they even go out in public) and private settings, and most notably romantic expectations.

The depiction of this tension is simplistic: those are not American-born uphold as many traditions as they can; those who are American-born are “Chinese” to some extent, but mostly do not think much about Chinese traditions. You are either assimilated into American society or not, says Flower Drum Song – a troublesome generalization that persists in Asian-American subgroups whose history in the U.S. is not as long as Chinese-Americans. But, in a rare instance for a Golden Age Hollywood film, Fields assures that this adaptation does not mock the first generation for not being as “American” as they could possibly be. Assimilation is on the terms of the characters, not contrived societal norms. Another anomaly in Flower Drum Song: the younger generations are assertively American, rather than offshoots of their elders. The younger generations’ unaccented English, wide range of characterizations, and their incidental Asianness (in that they do not feel the need to announce their Asian or Chinese heritage to others or to the audience) is unusual for the time in which this film was released. At the very minimum, Flower Drum Song tries to normalize Asian-American personhood. When the film fails to uphold that, it is mostly because of preexisting issues. In those instances, Fields cannot write his way outside how Rodgers and Hammerstein had already presented Flower Drum Song on the Broadway stage without compromising the duo’s artistic intent.

Many of the actors involved are not Chinese-American, but the performances are sincere, whether comedic or dramatic*. Having seen only a few of his works, I now wonder whether James Shigeta was just so naturally charming. As the go-to Asian-American romantic lead in Hollywood (not that he was cast in such a role often), his performance is seamless, appearing almost effortless. The same could also be said for Nancy Kwan, fresh off her well-publicized cinematic debut in The World of Suzie Wong (1960). An alumnus of the Royal Ballet School in London, Kwan also shows off her fancy footwork multiple times. Kwan’s dancing mastery is without question and, paired with choreographer Hermes Pan (best remembered as Fred Astaire’s principal choreographic collaborator), showcases her talents. As Mei Li, Miyoshi Umeki is slightly hamstrung by her role’s characterization. Yet as one of two actors who reprised the role they originated on the Broadway stage (along with Juanita Hall as Madame Liang; Jack Soo also appeared on Broadway, but switched roles), I was convinced by Umeki’s emotional fragility and shyness – all this for a character who has just arrived in a foreign land, bewildered by what she sees.

For the M*A*S*H fan in me, there is a special delight seeing Jack Soo and Patrick Adiarte here. Soo, best known as Det. Nick Yemana in the sitcom Barney Miller and for his distinctive face, is the natural comedian in the cast. His delivery – physically, verbally – is fantastic in this film. Adiarte, who also starred as Prince Chulalongkorn in The King and I (1956; I had not made the M*A*S*H connection when I watched that film four years ago) has a solo dance number (“The Other Generation”) in Flower Drum Song that I was floored by due to his athleticism.

As lead choreographer on Flower Drum Song, Hermes Pan directs several dancing segments for the film, each one markedly different from the other. The three most notable dance numbers are “Grant Avenue”; “Fan Tan Fannie”, “Love, Look Away” (the first two include Nancy Kwan; the other includes Reiko Sato and James Shigeta). Alongside the production design by Alexander Golitzen (1940’s Foreign Correspondent, 1960’s Spartacus); Joseph C. Wright (1942’s My Gal Sal, 1953’s Gentlemen Prefer Blondes); and Howard Bristol (1940’s Rebecca, 1959’s Anatomy of a Murder) and the costume design by Irene Sharaff (1951’s An American in Paris, The King and I), the dances are built for Technicolor – even though the film’s Chinatown looks too obviously like a soundstage construction. The abstractions in “Love, Look Away” offer the best example of this choreographic-production design-costuming collaboration. The use of empty space, props suggesting physical divisions and other people, and the enormous dreamlike atmosphere position the scene to be a cinematic manifestation of Helen’s unrequited love for Wang Ta (notably, the dancing segment uses the melody of a song not sung for Helen, but for another). In its ethereal beauty, “Love, Look Away” is a marvelous several minutes of cinematic dance – appearing in a decade where such scenes would only become more rare.

The order of the Rodgers and Hammerstein songs has been rearranged drastically from the original Broadway production; one song (“Like a God”) was dropped entirely because Universal’s executives, “feared that a number in which a Chinese American man compares himself to a god might offend audiences in the American South.” Whatever. The exclusion of “Like a God” does not affect the film much, as this adaptation of Flower Drum Song is a substantially different creature than the stage version. Owing to the performances, the two most notable songs of the musical carry over to the movie. The self-assured anthem “I Enjoy Being a Girl” (Nancy Kwan dubbed by B.J. Baker; Kwan did not protest the dubbing, despite the fact she could sing) may not contain Kwan’s singing voice, but it does boast her charismatic performance.  In the film’s second half, “You Are Beautiful” has Shigeta’s and Umeki’s acting complement the former’s tender singing. But most of the songs – including two of the dance numbers when not considering the choreography (“Grant Avenue” and “Fan Tan Fannie”) – fail to leave an impression. Having Juanita Hall sing “Chop Suey” (an American Chinese dish) underlines the irony of having a non-white actor play someone of Asian descent.

In the Rodgers and Hammerstein repertoire, Flower Drum Song is among the least performed of their musicals. A 2002 revival with copious revisions remains the only production outside the musical’s Broadway and West End debuts – Flower Drum Song has not been on tour since the 1960s. It may not compare well musically, lyrically, and dramatically to Carousel, The King and I, or South Pacific, but it is miles better than the likes of State Fair. But the original production of Flower Drum Song, as written, is now considered offensive to contemporary sensibilities. As the preeminent musical theater compositional duo of their day (I would argue that they are the best in the medium’s history), Rodgers and Hammerstein – through The King and I and South Pacific and Flower Drum Song – intended through their stage musicals to break down the racial barriers that they abhorred. All three of these musicals incorporate ethnic and racial stereotypes that can never be stricken entirely from their film adaptations and subsequent musical revivals. Rodgers and Hammerstein’s intentions are well-meaning in their advocacy for cross-racial understanding, but their messages are muddled. Their work reflects a lack of racial sensitivity, at best.

The 1961 film adaptation of Flower Drum Song is the first major Hollywood studio movie to have a significant number of Asian-Americans as credited cast members since Go for Broke! (1951; a WWII film dramatizing the service of the 442nd Regimental Combat Team). Flower Drum Song ups the ante over Go for Broke! as it has an almost all-Asian cast – a feat not replicated again until The Joy Luck Club (1993) and then Crazy Rich Asians (2018). The environment in 1950s and ‘60s Hollywood excluded Asian-Americans in front of and behind the camera, so I can understand why there are only two films from that era with a majority-Asian cast. But I grade on a temporal curve. There is no excuse in modern Hollywood for the twenty-five-year separation between almost all-Asian casts. Are we to expect that the only Hollywood movies with nearly all-Asian casts/majority Asian casts in the future will be the sequels to Crazy Rich Asians?

For the longest time, Flower Drum Song was the one major Rodgers and Hammerstein musical I knew least about. I suspect, of the duo’s musicals that have been revived, it is the one in their repertoire that even self-professed theater buffs are least aware of. Being the only Rodgers and Hammerstein musical not distributed by 20th Century Fox does not help. Nor does the fact that its last home media release was on DVD in the 2000s. In 2008, Henry Koster’s Flower Drum Song was inducted into the Library of Congress’ National Film Registry. That honor marks the film as integral to the history of American cinema. As the constant writing of American cinematic history continues, as audiences become attuned to the history of non-white individuals in Hollywood, perhaps more people will see the importance of this movie. What would have happened if James Shigeta, Nancy Kwan, Miyoshi Umeki, Jack Soo, and their other co-stars were offered the same quality of opportunities of their white colleagues? We will never know. But Flower Drum Song can help the viewer envision the answer.

My rating: 7/10

^ Based on my personal imdb rating. Half-points are always rounded down. My interpretation of that ratings system can be found in the “Ratings system” page on my blog (as of July 1, 2020, tumblr is not permitting certain posts with links to appear on tag pages, so I cannot provide the URL).

For more of my reviews tagged “My Movie Odyssey”, check out the tag of the same name on my blog.

* My sister will tell you that she does not believe that anyone in this film’s love polygon has a genuine mutual love. I agree. Mei Li’s love for Wang Ta appears genuine, but that is the extent of it.

[thedcdunce]

Vandal Savage

“I am not a caveman. I am a visionary. A veteran and orchestrator of every significant war mankind has ever had. And I will continue to shape the world for the war of tomorrow. My tomorrow.” - Vandal Savage

Real Name: Vandar Adg II

Aliases:

Cain

Blackbeard

Emperor Licinius of Rome

Mister Dekker

Gender: Male

Height: 5′ 10″

Weight: 176 lbs (80 kg)

Eyes: Brown

Hair: Black

Powers:

Unique Physiology

Dimensional Travel

Abilities:

Genius Level Intellect

Leadership

Martial Arts

Seamanship

Swordsmanship

Tactical Analysis

Weaponry

Firearms

Multilingualism

Equestrianism

Weaknesses:

Blood Sacrifice

Universe:

Earth-Two

New Earth

Parents: Vandar Adg; father

Marital Status: Single

First Appearance: Green Lantern #10 (December, 1943)

Last Appearance: Action Comics #900 (June, 2011)

Powers

Unique Physiology

Immortality

Enhanced Intellect

Superhuman Durability

Superhuman Strength

Superhuman Speed

Dimensional Travel

Abilities

Genius Level Intellect

Leadership

Martial Arts

Seamanship

Swordsmanship

Tactical Analysis

Weaponry

Firearms

Multilingualism: He knows English, Egyptian, Frankish, French, Greek, Russian, German, Latin, Spanish, Romanian, Atlantean, and possibly various others.

Equestrianism

Weaknesses

Blood Sacrifice: Savage renews these powers through the consumption of his enemies' blood. Savage must also harvest the organs of his blood descendants to sustain his immortal life.

Origins

Vandar Adg was a caveman and leader of the Blood Tribe who was born 50,000 years ago. When he was a teenager, a mysterious man killed his father, who was named Vandar Adg. When Adg grew to the manhood, a mysterious meteor crashed to the ground, bathing him in radiation, and granting him incredible intellect and immortality. An observer from the Bear Tribe would later approach that same meteorite and become Savage's eternal nemesis, the Immortal Man, possessing the power to resurrect as a new persona every time he is killed.

He took the name Vandal Savage but he was banned from the Blood Tribe after losing a fight to Bruce Wayne, who was lost in time. His first mark on history came when he and a select group of people successfully undermined and destroyed the lost city of Atlantis. That group of people became known as the Illuminati, with Savage serving as its leader, then and ever since.

In 2578 BC, Nabu, a Lord of Order, created the Scarab with the help of a time traveler from the 20th Century. This was an attempt to overthrow Savage, who was at that time the pharaoh called Khafre; an impostor instead was killed in his place.

Around 1000 AD, a prophecy by a soothsayer told him he one day meet "The Hanged Man" who will meddle with the pair of Black Lantern he discovered. He decided to create the city of Sapristi in Bohemia along with a fortress to trap to "Hanged Man."

In 1358 AD, Savage returned on hunt for the hanged man. Every time he returned he used the spheres in his possession to emit an emotional aura which pleasantly enrages him, and causes the city of Sapristi to erupt into rage and chaos. He toured the city over the centuries in hunt for his future rival.

In 1718 AD, Savage adopted the name of Edward Thatch, also known as the pirate Blackbeard and became a prominent figure in the criminal world. Using this name, Savage started looking for the treasure of the Miagani and defeated "The Black Pirate" in his quest. However, he came across Bruce Wayne once again and Savage was tricked after reaching the mysterious cave. After losing most of his crew, Savage was forced to retreat from Gotham and months later, rumors about Blackbeard's death began to spread across the land. However, the man who was killed was one of Savage's own crew. Savage survived and let everyone believe that Blackbeard was dead.

Once again in the 19th century, Savage adopted a new identity under the name of Monsieur Savage. He settled in Gotham City after he stole gold from Napoleon Bonaparte and learned of a secret box that held the secret to eternal life. As he had been diagnosed with a cancer, he sought the box to extend his already long-lived existence with help from bounty hunter Jonah Hex and a man called Thomas Wayne. However, his efforts were once again thwarted by Bruce Wayne, who retrieved the box from him and left him unconscious after another confrontation.

Over the centuries, Savage's name appeared over and over again in Western history, as adviser to kings and pharaohs in Sumer, Egypt, and Europe. He claimed to have ruled hundreds of civilizations under hundreds of names: Khafre, Alexander the Great, Julius Caesar, Genghis Khan, and Vlad the Impaler, to name a few. He had also worked as close friends and advisers to the likes of Erik the Red, Napoleon Bonaparte, Ra's al Ghul, Otto von Bismarck and Adolf Hitler. He was the court physician in France, and even used the royal family for syphilis experiments.

Modern Age

Beginning in the 1940s, Savage frequently battled the Justice Society of America. One attempt to capture the members of the Justice Society out of revenge was thwarted by two Flashes, Jay Garrick and Barry Allen.

Ultimately, Savage's enemy, the Immortal Man, erased himself from existence to save the world during the Crisis on Infinite Earths, and Mitch Shelley, the Resurrection Man, an amnesiac with similar powers, took over as Savage's nemesis. However, Savage's list of foes is not limited to those two individuals. Having lived so long, Savage has butted heads with possibly every single hero in past, present, and future, most notably the Justice Society of America and the Justice League of America. At present, Savage is about 52,000 years old.

Over time, Savage forgot many of his special powers, and never exhibited them to Barry Allen. However, he later began a quest to recharge them by killing. His first intended victim was Wally West, who by then had taken over the mantle of the Flash. During this time, he operated the Villers Gallery, an antique salon on Fifth Avenue in New York City. A private investigator by the name of Harold Halston from Thermopolis, Wyoming had been investigating one Varney Sack at the request of a local realtor. Sack turned out to be Savage, and the immortal man killed Halston once he figured the the private eye knew too much. In a showdown at the Club Neon, Wally, with the help of Frances Kane, fought Savage. He fell out of a window, but he disappeared before he hit the ground.

Savage surfaced again later, this time selling Velocity 9, a highly addictive super-speed drug of his own creation, which interfered with much of the existing drug trade in New York. He put an ad in the paper that attracted successful yuppies, who he used to do his bidding by giving them Velocity 9 so they could perform high speed crimes. However, these junkies aged at magnificent rates and suffered strokes easily.

Savage wished to use the heroin distribution network headed by mob boss Nick Bassaglia to distribute Velocity 9 to lawyers and stockbrokers, hoping to gain financial control of New York. However, Flash, who had gone looking for Bassaglia after he was kidnapped by Savage, was injected with Velocity 9.  After giving him a short spurt of incredible speed, it took away his powers. Hoping that a second dose would make him another one of his junkies, Savage told Dr. Conrad Bortz to inject the Flash, who instead injected Savage, who ran away.

He reappeared later, wanting money to leave the country. This money he attempted to acquire by kidnapping Rosie, the daughter of Wally's landlord, Mr. Gilchrist, with a ransom of five million dollars. He set many traps for the Flash, who was looking for Rosie, which led him to Barry Allen's grave, where Rosie was being kept. However, throughout all of this, Savage never showed his face.

Originally Savage was a member of Alexander Luthor's Secret Society of Super-Villains, but he quit and told Lex not to contact him for any reason. This was likely because his daughter Scandal was working against the Society as part of the Secret Six. When the Society lodged a final ambush against the Six, Vandal threatened to kill Luthor if he did not call off the attack, saying that he could not allow anyone to harm his daughter. Whether this was a case of fatherly concern or Vandal has ulterior motives for his daughter remains to be seen.

One Year Later

During the wake of the Infinite Crisis, Savage took a drastic turn his own ways on taking over the world in which he decided to restart human civilization by destroying Earth by pulling an asteroid into the planet. While leading a doomsday cult to help his plan accomplish, Savage's plot was foiled by the Flash and the asteroid was sent back into space, along with Savage. Eventually the asteroid fell back to Earth with Savage, who then discovered his immortality was declining and would therefore lead to his own demise. Savage chose to preserve his life by stealing the DNA of Green Lantern Alan Scott. Using a deformed clone of the original Sandman, Wesley Dodds, Vandal Savage's plans of capturing Scott failed. However, Savage found himself surviving by inhumane means when consuming a clone of himself, preserving his life a year longer.

Savage would later form a group of super-powered Neo-Nazis called the Fourth Reich to murder the heirs of several Golden Age superhero bloodlines, in the belief that eliminating the bloodlines will eliminate the heroes' legacies and allow him to continue his goal of reshaping the world according to his own desires. His victims include Minute-Man, Mister America, and General Glory, along with their families. Savage took the liberty of personally eliminating Wildcat and his son Tom Bronson himself, but only to be underestimated by Bronson's transformation into a cat-like creature who was able to overcome Savage. Ultimately, Savage's slaughter ended with his temporary defeat by Wildcat and his son, and the Fourth Reich defeated by the Justice Society.

Salvation Run

Savage was captured by American government authorities and was among of many villains that were secretly deported to the hell planet called "Salvation," which unknown to the deportees and their handlers that the planet was a training ground for the Parademons of Apokolips. Surviving the planet's deadly flora and fauna, Savage used his knowledge to locate a "safe zone" freed from any predators. He lead a group of all-female villains to this safe zone with intentions of mating them and to build his own civilization. However, the women turned against him once they learned that he had been manipulating them to turn against each other. Ultimately, Savage escaped back to Earth along with the villains following an attack by Parademons sent by Desaad.

Final Crisis

After returning to Earth, Savage became a member of the Society's second incarnation underneath Libra, serving as one of his inner cabinet members, during the Final Crisis. He also became involved with the Religion of Crime and was revealed to be actually the man the Religion of Crime worships as "Cain", the original murderer and sinner. Savage was reborn as Cain after cultists of the Religion of Crime plunged the Spear of Destiny into him. As Cain, he went on a path of revenge against the Spectre for punishing Cain in the past.

Managing to defeat the Spectre, Cain used the Spear of Destiny to separate the Spirit of Vengeance from his human host, Crispus Allen, and made him his slave. Though he almost has his revenge Cain's plan went undone by The Question, who managed to steal the Spear and reunite the Spectre with Crispus Allen. The Spectre spared from killing Cain as forbidden by God and instead had him branded by the Mark of Cain, being forever reviled and persecuted by the world until God feels that this punishment was justified.

Savage walked the Earth after his devastating defeat before coming across and assisting his colleague Ra's al Ghul and the Outsiders on defeating Savage's former tribesmen called the Insiders, who were exposed to the same meteor that granted Savage immortality. Savage would later on encounter the Huntress and The Question, managing through threats against the both of their lives to get The Question to take the Mark of Cain from him and carry it herself.

Fun Facts

Savage will possibly meet his end in the year 85,271 A.D., when he is sent back in time to 20th century Montevideo, Uruguay, seconds before it is decimated by a nuclear weapon, an action that was, ironically, ordered by Savage himself. This is, however, only one possible future for Savage.

Archaeological evidence has suggested that Vandal Savage is actually the inventor of Cannibalism.

Vandal Savage has been alive for centuries. As such he has influenced a few notable people in history, he was influenced by a few others and he actually was a few people in history. These people include Licinius, Varney Sack, Burt Villers, Khafre, Alexander the Great, Julius Caesar, Genghis Khan, Vlad the Impaler and Jack the Ripper.

According to Savage, 34,000 years ago he invented the carving knife, 3,200 years ago he fought alongside Moses to lead the Isrealites out of Egypt from the Pharoah's rule, and 1,600 years he survived the destruction of the library of Alexandria.

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Storm Thorgerson

Storm Elvin Thorgerson was a British graphic designer born in February 28, 1944.

Known as a member of the art design group Hipgnosis, where he designed some of the most famous single and album covers (examples):

(With hipgnosis)

- AC/DC: Dirty Deeds Done Dirty Cheap

-Led Zeppelin: Houses of the Holy

-Pink Floyd: Animals

-Yes: Tormato

(Etc…)

(Single works)

-The Cranberries: Analyse

-Europe: Secret Society

-Pink Floyd: Shine on

-Muse: Black holes and revelations (my favorite)

(Etc…)

I like his art works because most of his creations have elements of surrealism, extracting elements from their usual context, distorting realities through visual montages, or placing them in vast dreamlike spaces. These bold, direct scenes were particularly popular in the recording industry, allowing Thorgerson to create, through Hipgnosis or individually, the covers for some of the most important works in recording from the '60s to the day he died.

He is important because Thorgerson designed LP covers and later CD covers for Led Zeppelin, Genesis, The Cranberries, Styx, Phish and other bands throughout his career and helped complete the album design with the simple presentation of photographs of the musicians.

What is perhaps known as his most famous image was cataloged as a wonderful genius. For Pink Floyd's 1973 album The Dark Side of the Moon, prompted by a band member's request for something graphic, cool and deliberate, Storm Thorgerson created a triangular prism on a black background, a refraction image of bright light that became a symbolic reference for the band.

He attended the University of Leicester and the Royal College of Art in London. He was sharing an apartment with a friend, Aubrey Powell, when he was asked to design the cover for Pink Floyd's second album, A Saucerful of Secrets (1968). When Aubrey Powell refused to do the job because of other assignments, Thorgerson said he would do it, although years later he confessed in several interviews that he had no idea what he was getting into or what was required to do the job.Storm created a swirl of images that suggested a solar system of planets rising out of a galaxy above the earth, and thus he began a trajectory in which he would shine brightly.

Eventually he and Aubrey Powel formed a design company, Hipgnosis, which lasted until 1983.

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The Royals - PWJ

who?: Wanna One’s Park Woojin genre:  🌺 type: bullet point TW: gang au

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part one / two

mafia! AU 

what secrets does Woojin hide up in the clouds?

kind of a soft mafia! AU for a change of scenery. Thanks for requesting anon!! Hope you guys anticipate more.

disclaimer: pictures used do not belong to me and credit goes to their original owners everything that is written here is purely fictional DO NOT READ IF TRIGGERING

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Park Woojin

code name: 6 

nickname: Sparrow

by his friends and enemies alike 

he’s deadly quiet, demure even 

Woojin is the pilot in charge of The Royals fleet of private jets 

no one has a clear headshot of Woojin as he always has on a dramatic fighter jet pilot’s mask 

rumour has it that he’s only a boy of 20 years of age, has taupe coloured skin kissed by sun rays and a key identification factor 

his snaggletooth 

but that’s the only word on the street 

Woojin was the most low-key member of The Royals, keeping his profile low and head hidden 

no wonder he was called Sparrow 

always flying off before anyone’s hand could clasp around him 

fast 

nimble 

brown haired 

speckled 

another gossip column mentioned he was a good friend of Lee Daehwi, another member of The Royals 

and that was how he became a key figure of the secret society realm 

Woojin had always dreamt of being a pilot 

when he was young, he had wanted to be an airforce pilot

lol how things have changed 

his mother was a head officer in Incheon’s flight control tower 

that was where the influence came from 

his father had been a pilot

a little love story bloomed from there 

obviously, they married and had two children 

it was a happy family of four, all enthralled by the idea of jetting through the clouds 

one day, a tragic accident had claimed his life 

Woojin was a bit too young to remember specific details but he had a calling to fulfil his late father’s legacy 

he wanted to succeed his father’s wish for him to continue flying planes

a national airforce fighter jet pilot would have been ideal 

but he was happy to settle for the position of head pilot of Seoul’s notorious mafia 

Woojin was sent to pilot school when he was a middle school student

only when he was a high schooler did he start practicing and honing his skills with real planes 

small delivery planes that is 

cute 

Woojin was the kind of guy who took photos with every plane he had piloted

every single one of them were kept in an album in his mother’s house 

yes, his cute snaggletooth was featured in ALL of them 

his sister would scrapbook some candids and send them over to The Royals HQ in Seoul 

sparrow’s scrapbooks were the talk of the town 

Woojin was in charge of a lot of things 

excessive things 

almost too much 

but he loved his job and lived for the thrill of flying 

whether it was a goods plane, passenger plane, he just adored piloting planes 

oh and it wasn’t exactly hard to renew his license when he had contacts in the business 

occasionally, Woojin traveled back to his flying school to assist teachers 

or take more classes since he is 20

still gaining knowledge 

well, that’s how you got to know him 

when you were young, your grandfather would tell you stories of the days when he was a fighter pilot 

a pilot 

he met your grandmother during his flying days as well 

fascinated by his stories and tales, you too were determined to pilot plane 

it was difficult 

your parents did not favour this idea and your grandparents were your only supporters 

in secret, they coached you on whatever knowledge they had 

wings, propellor...fly! 

you spent hours and hours poring over ancient plane encyclopedias, enriching your mind and spurring on your motivation 

and then one day, your grandparents came home with an enrolment letter 

into pilot school :D 

you screamed and cried with joy

then worried about how your parents would react but your grandparents gave 0 f*cks 

they the realest 

‘just go, we know people there who will treat and teach you with the best of their abilities.’ 

and so you started to attend classes in secret

hehe hehe 

it was all good 

your coach loved you 

your love for the planes and even theory classes was unexplainable 

not one of your parents knew what you did almost every day after school

until you nearly crashed a plane and were severely hurt

that’s when your parents found out and damn...it wasn’t exactly a pretty scene 

the amount of yelling and screaming was enough to shake the whole hospital 

you had cried so much that the IV drip had to be replaced TWICE

idk if its a thing but it now is 

though it took some time, they finally opened up to the idea of piloting 

they managed to see things from a different perspective and wrap their head around it 

and now they fund your studies :D

okay, so now the fun starts  

you knew Woojin as Park Woojin, the guy from pilot school 

your classmate 

who is kind of too advanced for your class 

Idk what game he playing

if someone asked you about him, you would say y’all talked 

but not a lot 

considering his attendance had been quite hectic and intermittent

and you did hear some fishy theories about him from the gossipers 

Jenna claimed that he worked with the local gang, operating planes so he could import drugs from overseas 

sounds a bit dumb but believable ?? 

you don’t trust Jenna anyway 

but her words linger in your mind, unable to dissipate 

just simple, harmless gossip 

another source stated Woojin was a spy for the FBI, making sure not a single soul could leave the country so easily with their own plane 

crazy 

how much time do these people have?

you noticed that Woojin was close to many of the staff and instructors 

definitely not trying to start your own theory here 

he was a person to be curious about, intriguing 

just your luck, Woojin ended up being your flying buddy for a term 

idk hOw thIS WORKS SO IT GONNA WORK THIS WAY

quite an awkward pairing if you must say

but your instructor liked how you trusted your theory work and equipment, eyeing every reading carefully

he thought it would be a good match for Woojin, who trusted his own instinct but was a firm and steady pilot 

day one: silence filled the space between the two of you 

the instructor gave y’all an hour to read the manual, study, bond whatnot

yet, half of that was spent buried in books and theory videos 

safety books 

going over basics 

reading about gear care 

even though you knew Woojin was an expert in those aspects

there was just no talking 

shhhh 

quieter than your school’s library 

that was most people’s impression of the quiet and cunning little sparrow, tricking people into thinking he’s demure and secretive

see, that’s how all those ludicrous rumours are born 

finally, you just HAD to engage in conversation 

THE SILENCE WAS JUST TOO STRANGLING 

but he was hard to talk to 

woojin barely said three words before the conversation lapsed 

you pressed your lips together, unsure of what to do 

you started to scribble, drawing cartoonish planes and clouds 

that was when Woojin commented that your plane looked more like a bird

‘pfp...see if you can draw any better,’ you challenged 

Woojin took another pencil from your case

‘Try me.’

And so that’s how you spent your ‘study session’ 

Since you do have quite a competitive spirit 

You brought a whole ass portfolio of drawings the next day 

Just so Woojin could get a taste of his competition 

Banter, banter 

After leafing through yours, he pulled out his own digital file of sketches 

And his own little scrapbook 

+2 for artistic talent 

soon, the piles of non-work related books were growing in your locker

there were a couple more pencil scribbles on the picnic table

other students found rough paper with sketches almost everywhere 

even on mock test papers 

eventually, your instructor realised something was terribly off when both of you failed the month’s test 

as punishment, you guys had to do clean up duty 

and more homework 

taking away your hands-on flying class for a month 

but it was fun 

partners in crime play together 

partners in crime die together 

so slogging after class was much more enjoyable in the company of each other 

plus, the ice cream feast after was always rewarding

you guys would purposely take a long route to the bus stop to pick up convenience store ice cream 

woojin would try to convince you that his flavour choice was much better 

time was killed with the playful banter at the bus stop 

many times you found yourself wanting to ask about all the rumours circulated about him 

but you realised that Woojin was that kind of guy who would make a joke out of it 

and take words like those lightly 

bonus!

he had a great sense of humour 

variety king 

days resembling those wore on 

but you were never tired of them 

and it seemed like he wasn’t either 

every occasion was constantly different from the previous one 

another flavour of ice cream to sample

more areas to ‘clean-up’ 

messing around with the coaches 

days at the academy were always divergent 

so it was weird when Woojin didn’t show up one day 

that time you managed to shrug off the anxieties and assumptions 

then, he disappeared for two following days 

that you definitely couldn’t ignore 

you didn’t attend the same school as him and no one else at the academy knew him very well 

when coaches were questioned, they seemed uninterested but assured of his safety 

‘Don’t worry,’ said your instructor. ‘Woojin knows his way around things. Perhaps he just hasn’t been feeling very well.’ 

mhm 

you watched how his irises flickered from yours to the surroundings 

and back 

any trace of uncertainty was erased when you took a second glance 

‘Anyway, I have his assignment folder. Could you pass it to him for the summer? Thanks.’

‘Make sure it gets to him safely. Don’t pass it to a third party.’ 

his footsteps quickened as they grew more and more out of earshot 

you scoffed in disbelief, feeling the effects of being alone while everyone else was buddied up 

how were you ever going to find Woojin? 

His mobile phone was turned off too

or he just wasn’t responding to your texts 

you: hi woojin 

you: I have your work file  

you: can we meet so I can pass it to you? 

you: you okay? haven’t seen you in a while 

woojin hadn’t read those messages 

Sighing, you closed the application and continued with your classes 

forcing yourself to pay attention to content was harder when Woojin wasn’t around

every moment you swore that your phone buzzed in your pocket

unfortunately, it was just your imagination 

there were no texts from him even at the end of the day 

you fell asleep that night with an uneasy heart full of worries 

woojin: yeah of course 

woojin: Thanks btw 

woojin: sorry about it 

woojin: aha you won’t see this asap since its 2am 

woojin: but tell me where to find you tomorrow 

~

what a debonair comment from him 

is that even an adjective to describe a phrase? 

your face feels a bit warm 

stop making a big deal out of nothing!!! 

you: how about 11am at the Starbucks near my place

you text him the address 

shockingly, Woojin’s response is immediate 

Woojin: see you :) 

a smiley face 

what does this mean? 

he’s happy to get his work, that’s what it means 

calm down 

the red alarm clock reads 8.30am 

there’s time to freshen up 

there’s also time for you to imagine every possible outcome of this meeting 

which is taking place outside of class time

would it be awkward? 

strange? 

don’t overthink this

after much deliberation, you make it to Starbucks 15 minutes before the agreed time 

all is calm at your seat near the window, drink on your table 

and clutching Woojin’s file so closely as if it would grow legs and run away 

then, two young men approach your table 

‘Hi,’ one of the voices said. ‘You’re here for Woojin, aren’t you?’ 

you’re hesitant to answer, wondering what sort of relationship Woojin would have with them 

your reply is cut off by the other guy speaking 

he chuckles 

‘I’m Jeno and he’s Jaemin. We’re Woojin’s friends and he sent us to collect his work,’ he says. 

you observe how he hides his hands behind his back, how he presses his lips together too often 

liar

Don’t give it to a third party 

pass it to him personally

Jaemin’s hands reach for the file. ‘Now if you just-‘

‘I don’t think so.’ Your words slice through the tension. ‘Woojin is supposed to collect it from me himself.’ 

The message sent is clear

Don’t f*cking touch this file 

Jaemin’s jaw seems to clench while Jeno begins to crack his knuckles 

‘Well,’ Jaemin begins, his arms retreating. ‘Woojin has something to attend to so he called us to get it. It was a last minute arrangement.’ 

Jeno scrolls through his phone, pulling up ‘Woojin’s’ texts 

The messages are indeed are from a contact called Woojin, he lacks an avatar though 

‘I’ll message him right now.’ 

however, messages from him rain in

Woojin: hey if anyone with the names Jaemin and Jeno talk to you, get away 

Woojin: i didn’t send them, we don’t get along 

Woojin: even if you don’t encounter them, I need you to go home this instant 

Woojin: I’m so sorry, I can’t meet you today 

his texts confirm your suspicions but now you’re curious about his relationship with them 

How long could teenage boys hold grudges for anyway?

you: i’m talking to them rn

you: ...what should I do 

you: jaemin’s pretty adamant about getting your stuff 

Woojin: shit 

Woojin: one of my friends is nearby, his name is Jaehwan 

Woojin: go with him 

Woojin: now, go to the barista and tell them you want a cupful of whipped cream with chocolate sauce 

you look up from your phone, a bit taken aback by the information 

your guard is well up now 

‘Well?’ Jaemin almost hisses before he catches himself

‘Hmm, I’m waiting for his reply. He wants me to order him a coffee.’ 

your heart wants to thump out of your chest

even your lips begin to dry

something just isn’t right 

your brain and body aren’t reacting positively 

As the last word leaves your lips, the barista whispers into a well-concealed in-ear 

out of the corner of your eye, you catch one of the employees ripping her apron off and tossing it into the bushes 

she was outside of the store, clearing dishes from the outdoor seating area 

when she draws close, she makes a noise about not seeing you in a long time 

but her eyes watch Jaemin and Jeno in the back 

It’s to throw them off 

Good plan 

who came up with it? 

the two mysterious boys grow increasingly irritated

it shows clearly in their actions 

furious whispers

side glares 

constant drumming of fingers 

the girl’s eyes flicker over your shoulder for barely a second 

an unnoticeable look 

‘Jaehwan’s here,’ she says just as the bell chimes

‘You’re in good hands now.’ 

her smile is genuine and so is her embrace 

you and Jaehwan don’t even exchange a slither of a greeting 

in fact, you can’t catch your breath as the same lady ushers you out through the kitchen door 

it’s only a matter of seconds before Jaemin and Jeno are alerted of your disappearance 

that’s when their rage would be on the loose

Jaehwan frantically bundles you into a nearby car 

honestly, you aren’t convinced he’s the best company 

perhaps better than the previous Js 

‘Where’s Woojin?’ you heave out. ‘I need to talk to him.’ 

Jaehwan begins to exit the parking lot, sunglasses on. 

‘Sorry, reaching him will take a while. And, sorry for the suddenness of everything. You must be...surprised.’ 

‘That’s an understatement,’ you blurt out. ‘I’m utterly confused and terrified!’ 

‘I don’t even know where I’m going and who’s taking me!’ 

all your emotions are in a jumbled mess 

being with Jaehwan feels like sitting in a lion’s den but with a metal cage surrounding you

safer but not wholly 

staying with Jeno and Jaemin would mean the lions would have devoured you before your feet even reached the bottom of the pit

Woojin didn’t answer any of your calls

Jaehwan notices your hopeless attempts at contacting your friend

‘I’m sorry, he isn’t available at this moment.’ 

‘And why the hell not! He told me to meet him! He doesn’t have any plans! He could’ve come to meet me! I just want to give him his work file!’ 

The outburst makes you feel a ton better 

Like the bag of bricks, you carried had been carrying was thrown at someone you hated 

Suddenly, the road sign reading ‘Incheon Airport’ catches your attention 

especially when Jaehwan seems to be en route

‘Why are we headed to the airport?’ You question, unsure if you want an answer 

‘We’re going to see Woojin,’ Jaehwan replies casually. 

‘W-w-we’re going out of the country?’ The stutter is inevitable 

Jaehwan appears to furrow his brow as if puzzled 

‘Um...yeah. Jihoon and Sejeong will deal with your accommodation,’ he informs, not that it is very helpful 

Who and who? 

‘Does Woojin even tell you anything?’ Jaehwan asks as he drives to the airport carpark 

He shakes his head in disapproval when you answer with a ‘no’

‘I don’t have my passport,’ you say

your words don’t even affect Jaehwan, he simply says that a Kang Daniel has got you covered 

again, who, what and how? 

‘C’mon. Let’s go. I’m sure Woojin has all the answers to your questions.’

~

Jaehwan pushes your back, urging you to move quicker 

‘What the hell,’ he curses under his breath. ‘Hurry up, I see...uh, J and J allies.’ 

there isn’t time 

Plus, you don’t have the courage to turn around and glare them in the eye 

Contrary to your assumption, Jaehwan skirts around the ‘Private Jet’ counter and settles for a commercial flight queue 

he says something about it being too risky to dispatch one of his company’s private jets 

the jets come as no shock 

After all, Woojin does needs his planes

it’s likely his close friends are all like-minded and share the same interests 

Jaehwan speedily dashes for the ‘First Class’ row 

he speaks to the counter staff in such a quiet tone even you can’t decipher his words 

‘Don’t worry about your passport, I have connections.’ 

don’t actually do this!!!

that makes your stomach clench and twist with nerves in the most horrid manner 

somehow 

your passport appears 

it isn’t a replica, it isn’t a faux document

it’s in the flesh 

...did someone break into your house?

‘Yeah,’ Jaehwan answers your unspoken question. ‘Of course someone stole this from your tabletop. You need to get better security.’ 

you face blushes red in embarrassment 

'I’m a pilot,’ you manage a counter attack

your new friend only chuckles 

jumping snaking immigration queues is something you could accustom yourself to

ahhh, the luxuries 

soon, you’ll be able to join the ‘CREW ONLY’ line 

Before you know it, you’re seated in the first class section of a reputable airline 

woah 

this is new 

you don’t want to know where Jaehwan or Woojin or whoever has the money to pay for all this 

then again, these people own a fleet of private jets 

Jaehwan advises you to chill and enjoy the flight 

but the bundle of nerves only tightens in your stomach 

You’re on your way to Hong Kong 

with a small bag of essentials and the clothes on your back

Jaehwan’s in the same situation

yet he seems so used to it, there’s no point being anxious 

tbh you’d rather pilot the plane than ride in it 

why would Woojin be in Hong Kong? 

did he fly there on impulse? 

does he even know the route? 

he did just receive his pilot licence......

no, he couldn’t possibly 

it sounded like a hasty getaway 

A sudden change of plans

as if he was in trouble.....

Who are these people Jaehwan mentioned?

Is Woojin hiding anything from me? 

Of course he is! Jaehwan knows but he feels that only Woojin has the right to tell me 

besides, he’s asleep 

how can he be sleeping at a time like this? 

it’s barely 2pm 

the day is going just fine 

hopefully, things start looking up from here 

Hong Kong...

Woojin...

I’m coming for ya

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love is universal. it spans time and distance. and sometimes, on the rare occasion that love doesn’t quite get it right the first, love spans for more than one lifetime. this is that story.

in this life they are called Cécile and Mailhairer. in their last they are called Peter and MJ.

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4]

Cécile slammed her wine cup on the table in anger. Her brother Louis, the more gentle of the two siblings, seemed unbothered by her outburst. But his friend, Jean, more revolutionary than man, seemed delighted by her display. 

“Tell us, my little dancer, why the long face?” Jean cooed. 

Louis gave his friend a hard, unimpressed look to which Jean only laughed. Cécile growled, “I have been summoned to court.” 

The two boys sat up, their attention finally caught. She knew that would get their attention. They were all children of the French revolution and hated the court as much as all of the other commoners, if not more violently. 

Louis shook with fear for his sister, “Cécile, what have you done?”

“Nothing,” she was quick to say. “I was dancing at the nearby tavern. One of those pompous ballet men over at Versaille saw. Monsieur Bernard or something.” 

Jean’s shoulders caved with laughter, “The court composer? The court composer summoned you? Why?” 

“To dance,” Cecile reiterated to the oaf, her cheeks heated with embarrassment. She knew she was a commoner and she looked as straggly and drawn-out as one, but she could dance. There were two universal truths in Cécile’s life:  the monarchy was evil and she was a born dancer.

The man in the tavern seemed to think so as well, which was why he as good as invited her to dance with the ballet company at Versaille. Good things did not happen to poor people. This felt like a trick. And, most of all, she did not want to rub elbows or interact with any of the courtly gentlemen. Villains. All. 

Jean pranced behind Louis, his crude impersonation of Cécile’s dancing, and said, “I say you go, Cécile. Find out what you can for the revolution. Catch the ear of the ladies you can.”

Louis scowled and knocked his friend in the stomach, “You don’t have to, Cécile.”

“Of course she does,” Jean argued. “Else why would she go? To dance?”

Cécile flooded with anger at Jean’s antics but his words struck a chord with her. To bring down the monarchy there would need to be the brave few that faced the men of the court and herded their secrets. Being a member of the royal ballet would offer her such intricate knowledge.

And for this reason, and this reason alone, Cécile packed the meager dance shoes she had and made the long journey to the ballet. When she arrived, a gruff guard led her down a windy corridor and jostled her into the practice room with a push. 

She fumbled into the room and gulped. Everyone stared. All of the lithe, pristine, white women with their hair twisted elegantly at the top of their heads. Her own messy, updo stood out. 

The jovial man she met at the theatre, slid across the room and shook her hand. There was a bolt of electricity between them that she pointedly ignored. His showed all of his teeth when he smiled but it wasn’t overwhelming or crass, it was warm, “You made it.”

“You asked me to come,” she mumbled.

“Yes,” he raised an eyebrow, “but that hardly guaranteed you would come.”

She could feel the other dancers prickling at his attention to her. Cécile did not want the attention or the heat of his eyes that seemed to ask a thousand questions of her. None of which she knew the answers to, mind you. 

“Come,” he led her to a bar at the front of the studio. He cleared his throat and all of the other dancers stood at attention, “Ladies. This is our newest member-“ He looked at her like he was eager for her to supply her name in his silence. She denied his silent request. So he was forced to carry on without her name, “a charming young dancer I saw at a tavern not far from here.”

“Monsieur Bernard,” one of the ladies pipped up, “Perhaps we should discuss such rash decisions in private.”

His continued on like he had not heard the other voice, “We will start with warm-ups, as per usual.” He sat behind his piano and began a jolly tune that felt out of place in the tense, charged room. 

Monsieur Bernard’s words, however terse, were final. And, just like that, Cécile was a part of the royal ballet.

After the first rehearsal, as the other girls filed out in droves, knocking into Cécile’s shoulder as they went, Monsieur Bernard crossed to her with a box in his hand. Her expression was questioning and so he laughed, “Open it.” He seemed to be radiating in joy at her presence, which made gave her a healthy dose of suspicion. She was no one to him and yet he was looking at her like she hung the stars. 

Cécile clawed open the box and there, hidden between the fine wrappings, was a pair of dance shoes. She blinked, “Monsieur Bernard, this is…too much. How did you even know I would come back?”

He adopted that mysterious, fond look again and whispered, “I just knew.” 

“Monsieur Bernard,” she started. 

“Mailhairer,” he said, dripping private amusement, “My name is Mailhairer.”

“And why,” she pressed, “is that so funny to you?”

“It means ill-fated, which I believe is the most apt name bestowed on me yet.”

Cécile crossed her arms over her chest and asked, “You put much stock in names, monsieur?” 

He distractedly brushed a lock of hair off of her shoulder and the brief skin-to-skin contact on her neck stole all of her breath. “Tell me yours and we shall see.”

Her voice broke on her name, “Cécile.”

“And what does that mean?” he asked, his eyes fiercely intent on every small movement in her face. 

Cécile brushed his hand away to regain her senses and said as nobly as she could manage, which did very little as her voice still shook, “Blind. It means blind.”

His lips curled into a knowing smile, “Then, yes, I would say I do put great stock in the meaning of names.” 

Her back straightened, “Are you teasing me, monsieur?”

“Perhaps,” he smiled and spun around on his heel. His feet clicked with each step away from her and she raged from the thought of him having the last word. Cécile opened her mouth to speak but Mailhairer spoke again, “You are dismissed.”

That night in the privacy of her Jean’s cellar, Cécile recounted her first day at the court ballet. Her words were drenched in ire as she spoke of Monsieur Mailhairer. 

Jean and Louis shared a curious glance and Cécile barked them down, “What?”

Neither men seemed shaken by her outburst, Cécile was prone to them. Instead, Jean stood and reported his wine, “He likes you.”

Cécile scoffed, “Don’t mock me.”

With the gentle patience of a saint, Louis added, “We would never mock you, my darling girl. This courtly gentleman, this composer, he likes you.”

“And you know this how?” 

Jean threw back his wine, “Don’t act the innocent, Cécile, it hardly suits you.”

Cécile set her lips in a thin line. She knew what Jean was going to suggest, she knew what other girls in the revolution did to gain information and she was not one of those girls. Especially not to some second-rate, terribly confusing court gentleman with the musings of a child. Music was a fancy of the wealthy. All art was the playground of the rich.

Before Jean could even suggest it, Cécile shook her head, “No cause is worth my honor.”

“I dare say,” Jean slid his eyes over to her in irritation, “You traded your honor to a stable boy a few years ago. Or was it that traveling salesman?” 

“Jean,” Louis slammed his hands on the table. 

Cécile dropped her shoulders, “What I chose to do with my body is no business of yours.” 

“If this Mailhairer likes you, Cécile, do you have any idea what kind of information you could glean on the enemy? Do you know what sort of bedfellow he could make? The secrets he knows? He has the ear of the king, you vile, little-“

“Then send another girl.”

“What other girl?” Jean posed. “Fate has placed you in this Mailhairer’s path. For better or for worse, this is your mission. Your duty to France.”

Cécile looked to Louis for some kind of aid, words of defence, but she found none there. Instead, her brother’s eyes were glued to the table, his fingers glided against the rim of his drink. Her voice was small, “Louis?”

He sighed and did not look up, “For the revolution.”

The next few months she was dancer and spy, a dazzlingly confusing combination. While she loved to dance, she hated all of the women in her troop. The shining stars of society that seduced and stole the hearts of the French elite. Cécile was like the bastard cousin of the fine art, but Mailhairer found cause to always include her. 

He laughed heartily at her jokes, he hung on her every word like he was learning some new, wonderful thing. In this case, the new wonderful thing was her. And she began to suspect that Jean’s suggestion, a warm bedfellow for the court composer, would soon be upon her. Everyday he looked at her longer and harder and more passionately. 

It made her skin prickle as she danced, the way he watched her over the top of his pianoforte. 

He finally managed to get her alone when she debuted with the ballet several months after joining the company. Mailhairer, never to be outdone on gifts, gave Cécile her own dressing room just off stage left. It was a small, but beautiful room. 

Her costumes hung limply on the wall and a beautiful vanity set leaned against one of the walls. Mailhairer had put a vase of flowers on the stand beside the vanity and Cécile tried not to be delighted. 

He was the enemy. The seat of privilege. 

And yet, when she turned around to gape at him for his generosity, he was standing nervously in the doorway gauging her reaction. His shoulders were hunched, his demeanor cautious, and Cécile laughed.

He startled and she laughed harder. “What?” he squeaked. 

“The great Monsieur Bernard practically shaking in his heels over the opinion of some lowly dancer.” 

“Low?” he whispered reverently. “You are not lowly. You’re…my god, Cécile, you are exquisite. If you could only see-“

Cécile dared to ask, “And how do you see me?”

His eyes were liquid, “You know.”

Her stomach turned over in clenching delight, “You shouldn’t. We shouldn’t.” But even as she said the words they fell flat on her tongue. She was a good spy, but a mediocre liar. Being around Mailhairer made her feel different. Cherished. She had never been cherished before, had never known dedicated, focused attention. He looked at her like he saw her and, she figured, that was how all people wanted to be gazed upon. 

“We should,” he groaned, closing the final steps between them so they were flush against one another. Her body instinctively arched against him, like a well rehearsed dance. 

The stood there, bodies touching, but nothing more for quite some time. She realized he was waiting for her to make the final choice. It was her decision. To leave or leap. 

She leapt and the world cracked open with endless possibilities. 

He singed hot, feverish kisses against her lips. His chest purred in delight and her stomach turned to liquid gold, beautiful and warm. “Oh Mailhairer,” she sighed. 

He grabbed at her waist and lifted her up onto his vanity, knocking all of his baubles aside to make room for her. Her silky legs wrapped around his waistband and she felt the dizzying pulse of his body tuning to hers. “We shouldn’t,” he teased her, dragging his hands underneath her skirt. Her mouth fell open as he prodded at her with solid, eager fingers. 

“We should,” she scrambled for fabric on his shoulders to steady herself as he worked her to a swift, floaty release. She crowed his name in ecstasy as he took her on the vanity. The mirror banged against the wall with every moment of bliss until the banging stopped and Mailharier stood slumped over her, kissing the exposed patches of skin on her shoulder. 

She breathlessly dragged his mouth to hers to punctuate their finish, which only served to send his prodding fingers below her skirts again to take her dancing along the stars. She saw brilliant colors and heard distant tongues as she fell into the void of his relentless pleasure. 

And, finally, when they were done she let out a throaty laugh, “Four times was unnecessary.”

He nibbled on her neck, “Five times.”

“Four and a half,” she submitted. “Where did you learn to do that?”

His eyes darkened to storms, “Old lovers.” It felt like one of his half truths, again, like he did not trust her to know his past. Or worse, like he suspected she already mystically knew. 

“Old lovers,” she repeated, “How worldly of you.”

“Rather worldly, yes,” he nodded, sucking a patch of bruises into her skin. “One was Egyptian. Another English.”

“No French?”

“None before you,” he said honestly. 

His overeager hands slipped back beneath her skirts and she squealed, “Mailhairer.”

“Yes, that’s it,” he smirked, “Say my name.” 

And she did again and again that afternoon.

Laying with Mailhairer, after that, became an easy habit to make. She spent the better half of every day in rehearsal with him as he led the troop into the next dancing fancy of the king. And when rehearsal was done, she would linger backstage where Mailhairer would find her. Sometimes they would spent all evening talking, revealing secrets, and others they would say nothing at all. Save each other’s panted names in the darkness.

She knew the other dancers considered her Monsieur Mailharier’s exotic fancy, but when he backed her up against the set piece backstage and sung praises into her neck she could not allow herself to believe such horrible things. Not that she should care, she reminded herself. He was the enemy of the French people, born with privilege and a silver spoon of opportunity in his mouth. 

He could lay with her, make her insides squirm with the tides of his body, but she would one day bring him down when the revolution took back the country. And he would die. She wished he would die.

Except in the morning when the sunshine made his hair look almost auburn and he dressed her body with the softest, sweetest kisses a man could ever bestow.

If he knew that she relayed the court’s secrets to the revolutionaries, he never said. Sometimes, she suspected that he had an inkling that the French people were going to rise up against the monarchy. When he did not think she was looking at him, he would gaze at her so sad. And why else would he be sad?

One year of bliss, a happiness that felt dishonest and on the best days felt like cheating, passed. And then, two. And only into the second year of their affair did Mailhairer finally begin to relax. He stopped looking for problems around every corner and Cécile hated herself for feeling content. 

And so, she stormed the Bastille. And the revolution exploded into action and the monarchy was in disarray. When Mailhairer found her the following day in the midst of the people’s chaos she looked wild and like the daughter of the Revolution she had always been in hiding. 

He gave one look at her and rubbed his eyes like he was so tired of something. She could not pinpoint what. Mailhairer spoke nonsense, “So this is how it goes this time.”

Cécile blinked in confusion but she did not relent. The revolution was upon them. 

It took some time for the monarchy to recover after that, but they eventually found a tentative peace with the people, and the ballet opened again. Cécile was not welcomed back. The other girls were skeptical of her motives and Cécile could not blame them. 

But Mailhairer did not stay away long. He found her a few months after the storming of the Bastille in Jean’s little tavern. He was dressed in his usual finery and the men whooped at him as he entered. Cécile stood up and pushed herself through the crowd to him and drew him into the back room. 

“What are you doing here?” she demanded. He pulled back his cloak and kissed her all in one foul swoop. She squeaked and tried to pull away. “Stop,” she pushed at his chest and he sorrowfully let her go. She gasped for air, “What are you doing?” 

“If you think I care about the lying and the spying…I don’t.” His eyes were sunk-in and sad, “I don’t know how much time I have left now.”

“What are yo-” she tried to speak.

He pressed on, “You and I both know this peace cannot hold. They’ll start killing us soon.” She remembered Jean’s whispers of a machine, a blade that brought death down upon the monarchy’s head. He kissed her hands, “Cécile give me whatever days or months or, god bless me, years I have left with you. Please.”

In the end, they had years. Four of them. Horrible, bloody terrible years with endless cries for murder against the monarchy. Until, finally, the fighting ended. 

And the killing began.

Jean crowed about the guillotine. He said it was more mercy than those evil bastards deserved. He leered down at Cécile, always looking like one day he might pound on her, and told her that had taken her composer, too. 

It had been several days since she had seen Mailhairer, not an uncommon occurrence at the height of war, and knew if Jean was telling the truth he would only be in one place. The place where all of their troubles had began: the Bastille.    

Dressed in her uniform of freedom, Cécile slipped past the guards and into the prison. As she looked out the window of the prison, she could see the scaffold in the moonlight waiting for the morning. Calling out to its victims to be ready. 

A whisper tickled at her ear: 

It’s a trap, Peter. It’s a trap. 

She turned around sharply to see no one. The voice, the echo, was just the wind. Cécile pulled her cloak closer around her shoulders. 

When she found Mailhairer he looked like he had not eaten in days. His face was long and drawn but his smile was always the same and it shone in a special way just for her. 

She sat on her knees and scooted as close as she could manage to the prison bars, “Mailhairer.” 

He croaked, his voice raged from days without water, “Femi?”

She shook her head, “It’s Cécile.”

He laughed until it turned ugly and hoarse like a cough. 

She had a painful thought. She was the reason he was in here. When so many people in court had run away, escaped to nearby countries Mailhairer had stayed. And he had stayed for her. 

Cécile might as well have been the man bringing down the ax.     

“It never hurts,” he hummed to himself, speaking to Cécile like an easy companion, not his pseudo-executioner. It startled her, his words held a rush of honesty that were tangled in a web of confusion. 

She pressed, “What doesn’t hurt?”

He reached for her hands through the bars and she allowed him to brush her knuckles, a parting gift for a dead man. “Dying,” he chuckled. “It never hurts.”

Her face transformed into skeptical curiosity, “Are you being poetic?”

“Not in this life,” he shrugged in an infuriatingly wise manner. Whatever his words meant she could not piece out for herself. He was as maddening now, hours away from the guillotine, as he was the first day she met him at the ballet. The only difference was his finery had been stripped away. Mailhairer looked awfully common in his tattered rags sitting on the dirty prison floor.

Cécile yanked her hand away from him and stood up. 

She would not feel sympathy for this man. No matter who he had become to her. She was a daughter of the revolution, France was for freedom now, not the tyranny of the royals. She had drawn a line in the sand the day she had decided to infiltrate the ballet and learn their secrets, she reminded herself. Every moment she shared with Mailhairer was a lie, a carefully crafted folly to gain intelligence for the revolution. 

Or it had been. Once. 

He smiled tiredly at her and her heart cried out a name. Two names that were not his own: Marcus and William. 

“You talk in riddles, monsieur.” 

“You always say that, too.” 

She screeched in anger. Nothing he said made any sense. He was not the person in control here, she was; after all, Cécile was the one that might as well have walked him to his death. She had been the woman that had spied on him from months at the foot of his bed. She had been the person who had laid tangled up in his arms and spoken into the morning in hushed whispers about her dreams and aspirations. And he had been the one that had indulgently listened, hanging on to her every word like scripture. 

“Mailhairer,” she croaked, overwhelmed by the memories of days as good as gone, “I’m sorry. I’m the reason this is happening to you.” And while she did not regret the revolution, a traitorous part of her heart cried out for the man behind the bars. He was scarcely out of boyhood, his face grew hair in patches and they were going to cut it clean off of his shoulders.

His face softened and he implored her to reach back through the bars and grab his hand, like that small gesture would offer him immeasurable strength to face the morning bells. “I have loved you,” he said emphatically, “And I will always love you.” 

She realized he had not disagreed with her. He did not deny that she was, in fact, the reason for his death. Perhaps, she considered, he had always known it would end in this manner. The French court had known for years that the common people were unhappy. They had to have suspected something like this would happen. 

But Mailhairer’s calm was unlike that reasoning. It was a deeper, more resigned knowing. Like, he had met her in that crowded room and something in the world told him he would die for her. Like, she was his death sentence. 

She could tell he sensed her thoughts turning dark and cold because he squeezed her fingers, “I do not regret choosing you. To have you for a year or for a minute. It doesn’t matter. I would have chosen you.” 

“You’re an idiot,” she chastised him, pressing her face up against the bars to try and find his lips. She knew she was a spy, she knew it was meant to be fake, but the string of fate pulling at her abdomen, dragging her back into his orbit, would not quit. 

He twisted his face to fit through the bars just enough to kiss her. She felt wet, hot tears on her face and was horrified when she could not figure out who they were from. “Mailhairer,” she cried into his mouth, “I’m so sorry.”

“Hush now,” he pecked her lips, “It’s going to be okay.” 

In a wave of reckless sentiment, she announced, “I’ll save you. I can break you out of here.”

He gripped her hands through the bars and looked at her in the most serious manner she had ever seen grace his features, “Don’t you dare. This is how it’s supposed to go. Don’t you change a single thing, not a single moment.”

“I could save you, you fool,” she snapped. 

The future shouted into the void:

Let me save you, you stupid idiot! 

“You don’t know if that changes anything. Leave me be, Cécile. Let me go.” He withdrew his hand from her grip. “It’s almost light. You should go. The monarchy has fallen and so must I.”

She pressed her body up against the bars, “Mailhairer, in the grand scheme of injustice against the people-”

“I am a part of the nobility. Your people will never let me live. And they’ll punish you for trying to help me. Listen to me,” Mailhairer whispered, his nose poking through the bars, eyes locked on hers, “we had seven years, Cécile. It gets longer each time. It’s okay.” 

Cécile knocked her nose against Mailhairer’s and her eyes shuttered close, “Please, make sense.” 

His warm breath tickled her cheeks, “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” The glow from a lantern turned down the corridor and Mailhairer retreated into his cage. Cécile bit down the sob forming in the back of her throat and he smiled sloppily at her, a reckless boy to the end, “Go now, my love.” 

My war. 

When the sun rose on the scaffold, Cécile clutched her dance shoes to her chest. The crowd around her called for blood, for battle, for war. And that was when Mailhairer and his comrades at the nearby prison climbed out of the carriage. The other men were shaking, terrified by the glistening silver blade dangling overhead. Mailhairer looked bored. Like death was a bothersome friend that was wasting his precious time. She could have strangled him for how caviler he looked in the midst of a battle. 

His eyes found hers as the guillotine dropped down on the first man’s head. The crowd whooped and cheered. And Mailhairer smiled. Not a dark, burdened grin that indited his murderers. No, an effortless smile that was only meant for her. 

She could only offer a watery attempt in return. He lifted his chin as if to tell her to keep her head up and she did a pale imitation of his request. 

The executioner jostled Mailhairer to the guillotine and Cécile locked her jaw down to stop whatever emotions threatened to bubble to the surface. His steps were heavier than she had ever heard them. It was like his death march was the only sound in the whole square.

She wished he would look away so she could do the same, but she would not turn away from him first. If he needed her strength to face his death than she would stand by and hold him up in whatever way she could do from the crowd below.

When they strapped him in to the machine, the crowd jeered. The tacky blood of the first man dashed across his throat like an angry cut. A priest began to pray for his soul, heaven almighty protect him, and Cécile panicked. 

He was going to die. In that moment it all became outrageously clear that if she did not do something he would die. She stepped forward and began to make her way through the bodies blocking her way to the scaffold. His eyes widened and she was not sure whose heart was beating faster: hers or his. But she could feel them both pounding in her chest. 

The man in the mask asked, “Any last words?”

And Mailhairer looked her dead in the eye and roughed out, “Michelle, no!”

The name startled them both. A new name, but one familiar to both Mailhairer and Cécile. She knew it was her, somehow, she knew to take it as her own. He tried to say something else. Something significant-

And the blade came down. 

She collapsed in agony in the crowd. A sharp and indescribable pain shot through every synapse of her body. It radiated in her neck and traveled down to every inch of her skin, like it was on fire. There was no breath, no life, no feeling except agony. 

The people surrounding her rustled in concern and Louis broke through the crowd to pick his sister up. His voice called out to her, “Cécile, my sweetest sister.”

She covered her ears. All of the noise and the feeling was too much. She could not concentrate on one particular sensation. They were all drowning her. 

And she could not breathe. She choked on air. 

Until finally, she passed out.

When she woke she felt a hollow pang in her chest. She had, for a moment, felt two heart beats surging there. Now, neither. She was certain she was alive, but she did not feel alive.

Cécile curled in on herself and cried. 

Louis joined her a few hours later as she stared blankly at the wall. He offered no kind words, only this, “I didn’t know.” 

She rolled over to face her back to him. 

Many weeks later, she finally rose from bed. She packed her bags and took the closest ship to London. There, she went to an old theatre where Mailhairer had once told her he had seen the most spectacular play. Epic love, he had called it. Fate guided each of her steps. 

And like Mailhairer, or some greater force, was looking over her, the theatre was putting on William Barker’s play. The one that Mailhairer had told her about. 

She sat impassive the entire play until the last line whispered an augury of fate: we will meet again, my love. 

[historybehindassassinscreed]

In Game:

Frederick George Abberline was the Chief Inspector of the London Metropolitan Police Service during the Industrial Revolution.

Abberline enlisted the help of the Assassins Jacob and Evie Frye to help him arrest criminals who were part of the Templar-affiliated Blighters by 1868, paying the twins money to kidnap or kill the targets. However, Abberline preferred that the targets were brought back alive rather than dead.

Later on,  Abberline disguised himself as a banker named Dredge in an attempt to gain information in the inner sanctum of the Templar Grand Master Crawford Starrick's financial sector. Abberline uncovered a plot to rob the Bank of England while undercover. However, he was accidentally kidnapped by Jacob who was investigating as well. Abberline revealed his disguise, informing Jacob of his discovery. The Assassin talked him into revealing confidential information of the supplier, which were the Cockham Merchants.Starrick's financial sector. Abberline uncovered a plot to rob the Bank of England while undercover. However, he was accidentally kidnapped by Jacob who was investigating as well. Abberline revealed his disguise, informing Jacob of his discovery. The Assassin talked him into revealing confidential information of the supplier, which were the Cockham Merchants.

Abberline helped Jacob more in their investigation, Jacob uncovering Plutus' identity as the banker and Templar Philip Twopenny as he provided information regarding the bank's possible access points. However, Jacob's assassination of Twopenny had caused major turmoil in London's citizens and Abberline was forced to calm the rioters down. He then met with Evie who had once again come to fix her twin brother's problems. She had to recover the currency printing plates, after Abberline informed her that Jacob was accused of stealing it. Abberline also requested to destroy counterfeit notes if Evie recieved the opportunity to do so.

After the assassination of Maxwell Roth, Jacob asked Abberline about smuggling weapons inside Buckingham Palace, as the Frye twins needed to prevent Starrick from assassinating the leaders of London's church and state at the Queen's Ball. As only royal guards could carry weapons on site, the sergeant told him to acquire a royal guard's uniform and return a carriage that Jacob had stolen. Jacob gave the uniform to Abberline for his disguise, and they would meet on the roof of the palace for Jacob to acquire his and Evie's equipment. 

Later, at the ball, Abberline informed Jacob that Starrick's men had replaced the rooftop guards and had taken up sniping positions. Though Abberline was uncertain who the impostors were, Jacob assured him that he had the means of identifying them, referring to his Eagle Vision. The next morning, after Jacob, Evie, and Henry Green had assassinated Starrick, Abberline brought them to meet Queen Victoria, who knighted the trio into the Order of the Sacred Garter.

By 1873, Abberline had attained the rank of Inspector, and was transferred to Whitechapel. He was placed in charge of the investigation of a string of gruesome murders at the hands of  "Jack the Ripper,” a former assassin who had usurped control of Jacob Frye's Rooks.

With the aid of Jacob, Abberline remained the public face of the investigation whilst the Assassins followed their own path in stopping the Ripper. Soon, however, Jacob disappeared, and Abberline was forced to enlist the aid of Evie Frye, whom Jacob had already summoned from India, in both stopping Jack, and potentially locating Jacob.

After Evie’s assassination of  Olwyn Owers, an associate of Jack, there was evidence found at the scene of the massacre that pointed to Jacob’s sister and Abberline had to prevent his men from arresting her. He stated that either Evie bring him the Ripper's head, or she risked being accused of his crimes. Evie swore to bring him the Ripper, or die trying.

Much later, Abberline entered Lambeth Asylum, just after Evie managed to locate and kill Jack. He found her and her brother in the undercroft. Evie begged Abberline to keep the secret of Jack's Assassin ties, and even his death, from the public. Abberline conceded to her request, however uneasy he felt.

In Real Life:

Frederick George Abberline was born on January 8th, 1843 in Blandford Dorset as the youngest son of Edward and Hannah Abberline, their other children being Emily, Harriett, Edward. Their father was a saddlemaker and Sheriff's Officer and Clerk of the Market.

Frederick was a clockmaker until he left home to go to London, where he enlisted in the Metropolitan Police on January 5th, 1863, being appointed to N Division (Islington) with the Warrant Number 43519. PC Abberline so impressed his superiors that they promoted him to Sergeant two years later on August 19th, 1865. He was promoted to Inspector on March 10th, 1873, and three days later, on March 13th, was transferred to H Division in Whitechapel.

On February 26th, 1887 Abberline was transferred to A Division (Whitehall), and then moved to CO Division (Central Office) at Scotland Yard on November 19th, 1887, being promoted to Inspector First-Class on 9 February 1888 and to Chief Inspector on December 22nd, 1890.

After the murder of Mary Ann Nichols on August 31st, 1888, Abberline was seconded back to Whitechapel due to his extensive experience in the area. He was placed in charge of the various detectives investigating the murders committed by famous “Jack the Ripper.” Chief Inspector Walter Dew, then a detective constable in Whitechapel's H Division in 1888, knew Abberline and, while describing him as sounding and looking like a bank manager, also stated that his knowledge of the area made him one of the most important members of the Whitechapel murder investigation team.

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Although there were many suspects in the case, Abberline's primary suspect was Severin Antoniovich Klosowski, aka George Chapman.

Abberline was involved in the investigation of the Cleveland Street scandal in 1889 (which involved the discovery of a when a homosexual male brothel in Cleveland Street, Fitzrovia, London, by police. The government was accused of covering up the scandal to protect the names of aristocratic and other prominent patrons. At the time, sexual acts between men were illegal in Britain, and the brothel's clients faced possible prosecution and certain social ostracism if discovered. It was rumored that Prince Albert Victor, the eldest son of the Prince of Wales and second-in-line to the British throne had visited, though this has never been substantiated).

Chief Inspector Abberline retired from the police on February 8th, 1892 to Bournemouth, having received 84 commendations and awards, and worked as a private enquiry agent, including three seasons at Monte Carlo, before taking over the European Agency of the famous Pinkerton National Detective Agency of United States, for whom he worked for 12 years.

When in retirement, Abberline was interviewed by a reporter. He refused to make any specific comments about the Jack the Ripper case saying he had been told “to keep my mouth permanently closed about it”. He did mention that "I know and my superiors know certain facts." The Ripper was not “a butcher, a Jew or a foreigner. You'd have to look for him not at the bottom of London society at the time but a long way up”. At the time this was taken to mean that the Ripper was a professional man, presumably a doctor.

Abberline died on December 10th, 1929 at age 86 at his home, "Estcourt", 195 Holdenhurst Road, Springbourne, Bournemouth. In 2007, following a campaign for Abberline's unmarked grave to be recognized, and with the approval of his surviving relatives, a black granite headstone, inscribed and donated by a local stonemason, was erected on the grave where Abberline and his second wife were buried.

Sources:

https://www.amazon.com/caught-Crippen-ex-Chief-Inspector-Scotland/dp/B0006AO686

http://www.wardsbookofdays.com/8january.htm

http://www.casebook.org/police_officials/po-abber.html

http://www.jack-the-ripper.org/abberline.htm

https://www.thejacktheripperwalk.com/inspector-frederick-abberline-man-hunted-jack-ripper/

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July 24, 2019: Obituaries

Pauline Wells, 75

Mrs. Pauline Catherine Kemp Wells, age 75 of North Wilkesboro passed away Sunday, July 13, 2019 at Rose Glen Manor.

.Funeral services will be held 2:00 PM Thursday, July 25, 2019 at Liberty Grove Baptist Church with Rev. David Sparks officiating.  Burial will be in the church cemetery.  The family will receive friends from 6:00 until 8:00 PM Wednesday evening at Reins-Sturdivant Funeral Home.

Mrs. Wells was born November 8, 1943 in Wilkes County to Paul Lytle and Bessie Lee Jarvis Kemp.  She was a faithful member of Liberty Grove Baptist Church.

In addition to her parents, she was preceded in death by her husband; John Roy Wells.

She is survived by a son; Aaron Wells and wife Charlene of North Wilkesboro, two grandchildren; Jamie Adams and Zoie Wells, two sisters; Barbara Shatley of North Wilkesboro and Faye Strang and husband Jerry of Chattanooga, TN and three brothers; Michael Kemp of North Wilkesboro, Ricky Kemp and wife Judy of Hickory and Stevie Kemp of North Wilkesboro.

Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to Liberty Grove Baptist Church Fellowship Hall Building Fund, 5899 River Road/Liberty Grove, North Wilkesboro, NC 28659

 Abby Spicer, age 52

Abby Lynn Spicer, age 52, passed away on July 21, 2019 after a courageous battle with cancer. Abby was born on August 13, 1966 to Barry Spicer and Lenna Miller Spicer. Abby's first years of life were spent in the Austin- Traphill community in Wilkes County, NC.

Abby has lived many places including Washington DC, Alabama, England, and currently resided in Daniel Island, SC. She graduated from Parkland High School in Winston-Salem, NC. She also studied piano and singing at the NC School of the Arts. Abby attended East Carolina University and graduated from the University of Alabama in Huntsville. Her career led her to work for many companies and government agencies that required Secret Security Clearance including: PricewaterhouseCoopers, Arthur Andersen, Intergraph, McDonnell Douglas Space Systems, HUD, Freddie Mac, American Battle Monuments Commission, US Department of Labor, a British Military Base in England, and most recently the US Department of State.

Abby was an avid athlete and participated in many sports including: soccer, karate, kickboxing, speed skating, competitive running, and rowing. She received many trophies, awards, and medals for her sporting events. Abby sang lead with many bands and founded Bands of the Triad. Abby was a car enthusiast and started her own car club, 86Charleston. She also enjoyed auto-crossing and racing her Toyota 86 after her cancer diagnosis, receiving multiple trophies.

Surviving are her mother, Lenna Miller Spicer Shew; sister, Heather Shew; brother, Darian Spicer and wife Mercia Spicer; nephew Ryan Spicer; and many beloved aunts, uncles, and cousins. Proceeded in death are: father, Barry Spicer; step-father, Jack Shew; maternal grandparents, Thomas and Edna Miller; and paternal grandparents, Barney and Ruby Spicer.

Friends and family will be received at Miller Funeral Service at 180  Sparta Road, North Wilkesboro, NC on Wednesday, July 23 from 6:00 - 8:00 pm. A funeral service celebrating Abby's life will be held at Knobbs Baptist Church, 8505 Austin Traphill Rd, Traphill, NC, on Thursday, July 25 at 11:00 am. Burial will follow at the church cemetery. Flowers will be accepted. Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.

  Mary Hanville, 91

Mary Ruth Rounds Hanville, age 91, lately of Moravian Falls, NC passed away Thursday, July 18, 2019 at Alleghany Memorial Hospital.  She was born on December 16, 1927 in Schulyer County in the town of Montour Falls, New York to Coleman Judson Rounds and Nellie Merchant Rounds.  Mary Ruth was preceded in death by her parents and her former husband, Rexford R. Hanville. She was the surviving sibling inclusive of a sister, Janice R. Wright and two brothers, Keith C. Rounds and Clifford F. Rounds.

Mary Ruth Hanville was the mother of five sons; Michael J. Hanville and wife Louise of Moravian Falls, Roy L. Hanville of Cayute, NY, Rexford R. Hanville, Jr. of Elmira, NY, David F. Hanville of Spencer, NY and Terry L. Hanville of Watkins Glen, NY all are living.

Mary Ruth Hanville retired from Cornell University as an Executive Secretary.  Recently, when her health permitted, she attended Wilkesboro United Moethodist Church.

In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Humane Society of Wilkes, PO Box 3016, North Wilkesboro, NC 28659.

  Don Hall, 92

Don Lewis Hall, age 92, of McGrady, passed away Thursday at Woltz Hospice Home in Dobson. He was born April 24, 1927 in Wilkes County to Daniel and Zina Royal Hall. He was a member of the Church of Brethren and previously employed with American Drew for over 30 years. Mr. Hall was a US Army Veteran. He was preceded in death by his parents, his wife, Sible Pruitt Hall; son, Donnie Wayne Hall; daughter, Cathy Marlene Hall; step children, Helen Wyatt, Dellis Huffman, Argilee Absher, F.D. Shepherd, Betty Parker, Dean Shepherd; and siblings, Claude Hall, Ted Hall and Annie Ruth Brown.

Surviving are his step-daughter, Ruby Whitley and spouse Randal of Traphill; step-son, Rex Shepherd and spouse Rita of McGrady; sister, Nellie Rae Wolfe of Statesville; twenty two grandchildren; and several great grandchildren.

Funeral service will be private. The family has requested no flowers and no food. Memorials may be made to Woltz Hospice Home, 945 Zephyr Road, Dobson, NC 27017.

Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.

 Rommy Handy, 81

Rommy Vance (RV) Handy, age 81, of McGrady, passed away Thursday, July 18, 2019 at Wake Forest Baptist Health-Wilkes Regional. He was born May 1, 1938 in Wilkes County to Berch and Dorothy Ballard Handy. RV was a member of Zion Baptist Church. He was an avid hunter, fisherman and loved the outdoors. His final words were I wanna go home and meet with Jesus and he was able to tell his wife and family he loved them. Mr. Handy was preceded in death by his parents; and three children, Ricky Vance Handy, Lisa Ann Handy and Debra Diane Bentley.

Surviving are his wife, Linda Nichols Handy; son, Jason L. Handy and spouse Ashley of Hays; daughters, Kathy Huffman and spouse Mike of Mt. Pleasant, Mary Handy, Tina Smith and spouse Matt all of North Wilkesboro, Amber Handy and spouse Jonathan Gambill of Hays; several grandchildren; and several great grandchildren.

Memorial service was held   July 22, at Miller Funeral Chapel with Brother Albert Handy and Brother Matthew Handy officiating. Memorials may be made to Shriner's Hospital for Children, 2900 Rocky Point Drive, Tampa, Florida 33607 or Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.

 Steve Prevette, 70

Steve Prevette, age 70, of North Wilkesboro, passed away Thursday, July 18, 2019 at his home. Mr. Prevette was born March 30, 1949 in Wilkes County to Dewey and Hope Jones Prevette.

He was an Ordained Baptist Minister and a member of Faith Christian Assembly in Wilkesboro. Mr. Prevette enjoyed fishing, golf, Bible Study and flying planes.

     Surviving are his wife, Jennifer Prevette; children, Michael Prevette and wife Toni, Keith Prevette, John Prevette and wife Rhiannon all of North Wilkesboro, Matthew Prevette and wife Christy of Millers Creek; grandchildren, Adam Moore, Krysta Prevette, Abigail Prevette, Bryson Prevette, Bailey Prevette, Isaac Prevette; brothers, Tommy Prevette and wife Brenda of Mulberry, Doug Prevette and wife Patricia of Lenoir; numerous nieces and nephews.

Funeral service was  July 21, at Miller Funeral Chapel with Rev. Pamela Wesoloski officiating. Speakers were Rev. Thomas Lee Prevette, Rev. Douglas Kent Prevette, Rev. Richard Little, Rev. Allen Marsh and Rev. Eric Jones. Burial followed in Mountain Park Cemetery.               Flowers will be accepted. Memorials may be made to Mtn. Valley Hospice, 688 North Bridge Street, Elkin, NC 28621 or to the Alzheimer's Association, 4600 Park Road, #250, Charlotte, NC 28209.

Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.  

Pallbearers were Johnny Shew, Adam Moore, Mike Osborne, Robert Doran, Eric Jones, Nathan Prevette. Honorary pallbearers will be Steve Call and Danny Church.

 Clara Byrd, 98

Clara Handy Byrd, age 98, of North Wilkesboro, passed away Wednesday, July 17, 2019 at her home. Mrs. Byrd was born March 26, 1921 in Wilkes County to Edward and Dova Wingler Perry. She was a member of Journey of Grace Baptist Church; loved teaching and working ceramic classes out of her home and at the Senior Citizens Center at Mulberry School. Clara was preceded in death by her parents; her first husband, Gilbert Handy; her second husband, Rev. Richard Byrd; and several siblings.

Surviving are her sons, Charles Handy and spouse Shirley of Wilkesboro, Sam Handy of Moravian Falls; granddaughters, Dr. Sharon Srebro and spouse Ron of Oak Ridge, Patricia Lynn Handy of North Wilkesboro, Heather Jodie Cothren and spouse Phillip of Moravian Falls; five great grandchildren; and one great great grandchild.

Funeral service was July 20, at Miller Funeral Chapel with Pastor Tim Pruitt officiating. Burial  followed in Mountlawn Memorial Park.   Flowers will be accepted. Memorials may be Journey of Grace Baptist Church, PO  Box 248, North Wilkesboro, NC 28659 or to Wake Forest Baptist Health and Hospice, 126 Executive Drive, Suite 110, Wilkesboro, NC 28697. Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.

 Sandra Dillard, 59

Mrs. Sandra Jean Roten Dillard, age 59 of Dobson, passed away July 17, 2019 at Woltz Hospice Home in Dobson.

Funeral services were July 21, at Reins Sturdivant Funeral Home with Chaplain Jonathan Casstevens Officiating. Burial was in the Osborne Cemetery.  

Mrs. Dillard was born December 3, 1959 in Wilkes County to Robert Lee Roten and Curly Elizabeth Osborne Roten. She was formally employed by Ithaca Industries.

In addition to her parents she was preceded in death by her husband; Barney Ray Dillard and a sister; Wanda Spears.

She is survived by two daughters; Cassandra

Kay Dillard of Dobson and Elizabeth Ann Kilby of North Wilkesboro, a son; Ray Eugene Dillard of Dobson, five grandchildren; James Ray Dillard, Hailey Madison Foster, Kristalin Hermione Kilby, Dixie Ava Lynn Kilby and Isabella Nevaeh Smith and a sister; Judy Smith of Traphill.

Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to Woltz Hospice Home 945 Zephyr Road, Dobson, NC 27017.

Everette  Lee, 79

Everette E. Lee, age 79, of North Wilkesboro, passed away Wednesday, July 17, 2019 at his home. Mr. Lee was born March 4, 1940 in Johnston County to Luna Belle Lee. He was a member of Arbor Grove Baptist Church. Mr. Lee was a longtime horse rancher and raised beagles and bird dogs. Everette was preceded in death by his mother.

Surviving are his wife, Linda Peacock Lee; sons, Everett Wayne Lee and spouse Helga of Four Oaks, Roger Dale Lee of Topsail Island; grandchildren, Justin Lee, Melanie Eller, Oliver Hudson; great grandchildren, Ashley Eller and Cash Hudson; brothers, William Edward Barefoot and spouse Belinda of Newton Grove, Anthony Barefoot and spouse Donna of Four Oaks; and sister, Barbara Pleasant and spouse Doy of Wake Forest.

Funeral service was July 22,  at Arbor Grove Baptist Church off 268 with Rev. Bobby Trott and Rev. Jimmy Holbrook officiating. Burial   followed in the church cemetery.  Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to his wife, Linda Lee, 6120  Elkin Highway, North Wilkesboro, NC 28659.                               Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.

 Hazel Handy, 95

On April 30, 1924, it was reported there were twenty-six tornadoes that ripped through the country from Alabama all the way up to Virginia. In Wilkes County, a tornado of a woman, Hazel Higgins Handy, entered this world and was a force of nature to all she knew. She worked hard, played hard, but most importantly, she loved hard. Never having been one to focus on material wealth, she placed her values in those she held dear, and she was always willing to lend a helping hand to those in need.

She is remembered as a strong, independent woman who had a deep and unconditional love for her family that left a lasting impact on the ones she left behind. She raised more than her fair share of children, and she defended them with veracity of a mama bear. She never failed to give them a home filled with love and her country cooking. Fond memories are filled with family and close friends, sitting around the table playing cards or picking and singing, going to the local auction, or going on a camping trip to Cherokee with her extended family.  

Laughter was always abundant with her sharp sense of humor, and she made sure no one left with an empty stomach. She touched the lives of all she met.

From the day she fell sick, she was never alone, surrounded by the family she held so dear.

Her passing was peaceful, and it was a warm, inviting day with a gentle breeze to reflect her kind and gentle soul. She now walks with those who went before her, her beloved husband, Ambrose, her two sons, Vade and Jackie Handy, her sister, Nellie and her brothers.

She will be missed dearly, but for those she left behind, they will carry on with the warmth in their hearts they learned from her. She leaves her younger brother Jim Higgins, eldest son, Wade Handy, daughter, Loretta Henson and husband Curtis Henson, daughter, Rosalee Mastin and husband Alan Mastin, youngest son, Paul Handy and wife Kathy Handy, three grandchildren, Melissa Shrewsbury and husband Jeremy Shrewsbury, Wesley Handy and Jacob Handy, and her two great grandchildren, Chelsee Adams, and Hayden Shrewsbury.

We will be waiting for the day when we can see her once again and feel the warmth of her love fill our souls. Until that day, we celebrate her life and remain thankful for the time we had with her.

A private family service will be held. Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to Wake Forest Baptist Health and Hospice, 126 Executive  Drive, Suite 110, Wilkesboro, NC 28697.

Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.  

 Buddy Triplett, 60

Buddy Devaughn Triplett, age 60, of Millers Creek, passed away Wednesday, July 17, 2019 at his home. He was born August 14, 1958 in Wilkes County to Clarence Robert and Alvesta Walsh Triplett. Buddy was preceded in death by his parents.

Surviving are his wife, Deborah Brown Triplett; brother, Robert Douglas Triplett of North Wilkesboro; sister-in-law, Angela Wagoner and spouse James of North Wilkesboro; brother-in-law, Donnie Brown of North Wilkesboro; five nephews; three great nieces; and three great nephews.

Graveside service was July 22,   at Mountlawn Memorial Park with Robert Douglas Triplett speaking. Flowers will be accepted. Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.

   Matthew Johnson, 28

Matthew Paul Johnson, age 28, of Roaring River, passed away at his home. He was born September 29, 1990 in Wilkes County to Grady Everette Johnson, Jr. and Betsy Wyatt Johnson.

Surviving are his parents, Grady and Betsy Wyatt Johnson; sister, Miranda Lynn Johnson of Roaring River; special nephew, Travis Lee Johnson; special niece, Chloe Marie Billings; maternal grandparents, Arvil and Betty Wyatt of North Wilkesboro; great aunts, Willa Ward, Edna Call and Jean Ward all of Roaring River.

Graveside service was July 20,   at Roaring River Baptist Church Cemetery with Rev. Mark Wood officiating. Flowers will be accepted.

Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.

 Ruth Adams, 90

Ruth Teague Adams, age 90, of McGrady, our beloved momma and grandma went to heavenly home, July 16, 2019. Mrs. Adams was born July 22, 1928 in Wilkes County to Bob and Lillie Watkins Teague. Ruth was a member of Zion Baptist Church on Yellow Banks Road. She was preceded in death by her parents; her spouse, Hillary Adams; son, Lance Adams; and daughter, Crystal Anderson.

Surviving are her sons, Clyde Adams of the home; her daughters, Trish Cook and spouse Rick of Wilkesboro, Linda Bivens and spouse Roger of Morganton, Marlene Miller and spouse James of Millers Creek, Darlene Felts and spouse Leon of Hays, Susie Adams of the home; sister, Sue Billings and spouse Bill of McGrady; nine grandchildren; seventeen great grandchildren; and four great great grandchildren.

Graveside service was July 18,  at Haymeadow Baptist Church Cemetery with Rev. Bruce Rhoades officiating.  

The family has requested no flowers. Memorials may be made to Haymeadow Baptist Church Cemetery Fund, PO Box 232, Hays, NC 28635.

Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.

 Marie Taylor 94

Mrs. Marie Taylor age 94 of China Grove, formally of Wilkes County, passed away Monday, July 15, 2019 at the home of her daughter.

Funeral services were  July 19,   at Union Baptist Church with Rev. Steve Faw officiating. Burial was in the church cemetery.  

Mrs. Taylor was born April 7, 1925 in Wilkes County to Hamp and Martha Philips Woodie. She worked for Hanes Manufacturing in the Cutting Department prior to retirement and was a member of Union Baptist Church.

In addition to her parents, she was preceded in death by her husband Rufus Eugene Taylor, a daughter; Marion Farmer, a son; Walter Taylor and two brothers; Odell Woodie and Virgil Woodie.

She is survived by a daughter; Christine Morgan of China Grove, a sister; Ellie Hamby of Kannapolis, a daughter-in-law; Claudette Taylor of Millers Creek, four grandchildren; Chris Morgan, Stephanie Frisbee, Susan Trull and Nanette Eller, eight great grandchildren, eighteen great great grandchildren and two nephews; Larry Hamby and wife Pat of Asheboro and David Hamby of South Carolina.

Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to Union Baptist Church Cemetery Fund c/o Lanny South 165 Kingcross Lane Millers Creek, NC 28651.

  J.D. Milam, 89

J.D. Milam, age 89, of North Wilkesboro, passed away Sunday, July 14, 2019 at Wake Forest Baptist Health-Wilkes Regional. He was born October 10, 1929 in Wilkes County to Roby and Clarice Church Milam. J.D. was a member of Freedom Baptist Church. Mr. Milam was preceded in death by his parents; his wife, Betty Jo Shew Milam; and a number of siblings.

Surviving are his daughter, Kathy Smoot and spouse Dewey of North Wilkesboro; sons, Bobby David Milam, Danny Milam and spouse Linda all of North Wilkesboro, Christopher Milam and spouse Connie of Nebraska; grandchildren, James David Milam of North Wilkesboro,

Samantha Jo Milam and Ivan Milam both of Nebraska; and sister, Ruby Rhoades of Waynesville.

Graveside service was July 17, at Mountlawn Memorial Park with Rev. Jason Wiles officiating. Flowers will be accepted. Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.  

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A “Brief” Overview of Nabooan Colonization and the Development of Nabooan Culture

A year after the Old Sith Wars ended, the Grizmalltian Queen Elsinore den Tasia ascended to the Grizmalltian throne. Due to the pressures of the centuries long war that the Republic had just endured, the Queen felt lead to do whatever was necessary to improve her planets financial situation as they were deeply in debt. As such, she commissioned Kwilaan to scout out new worlds for her people to colonize and accumulate necessary resources. This was not an exceptional idea in the time period that it occurred. During the Republic’s Restoration Period, between the Old and New Sith wars, as a means of improving infrastructure, the Republic offered corporations safe passage through hyperspace lanes in exchange for commercial investments. Queen Elsinore was merely one of many who followed what had proven to be a successful endeavor. Thus, it was that Naboo, named for the God of wisdom Nabu,was first discovered between 3,916:3–3,915:2 B.R.S.

Regrettably, the Queen’s plan was not successful. While Naboo became a popular place for big-game hunters, and the newly discovered hyperspace lanes generated new revenue, it proved to be ineffective. The money was poorly distributed through the aristocracy, and heavy taxes burdened the lower classes. This created significant resentment against the noble and royal classes who were able to avoid paying the taxes as they headed the feudal system. Moreover, they were the ones who reaped the benefits of the exploration programs that simply would be of no use to peasants (who certainly weren’t about to spend loads of credits they didn’t have to go hunting on a foreign planet). Resentment further increased as those who returned from the New Sith Wars found that their place on the farms had been taken over, that they no longer had work, or were unable to take care of themselves and their families due to debilitating injuries. When famine inevitably came, the anger that was directed at the monarchy and the nobility came to a head resulting in a violent revolution that mirrors the French Revolution that occurred in our galaxy.

Naboo was, hence, colonized by the Grizmalltians who, out of loyalty, fear, or personal moral beliefs, refused to participate in the revolution, as well as the nobles who could afford to provide the ships to escape (and had no other option). It was lead by the Queen’s granddaughter, also called Elsinore, who, with the help of Kwilaan, organized the people allowing several thousand Grizmalltians to flee to Naboo. Her courage is still considered inspiring on Naboo and is simultaneously the reason for the popularity of Queens and (one of the reasons) the Nabooan tendency to elect young Queens who, unlike Elsinore den Taria I, who was in her seventies when the revolution occurred, were not yet corrupted, senile, uncreative, or set in their ways. Youth is vibrant.

The journey took many, many months, and was exceedingly difficult, and dangerous. The Grizmalltians had been forced to flee quickly and supplies were inadequate and difficult to obtain with little to trade. Moreover, with the hyperspace routes still so newly being charted (aside from the Corellian Run which they initially followed), emerging from hyperspace safely was far from guaranteed. Pirates also frequently looted these areas. Along their expedition, the colonists encountered explorers and traders from the planet Thule. Like the Grizmalltians, the Thulians had suffered due to the Sith wars. The Thulians had left their planet which had, only fifty standard years previously, been under Sith reign and was still recovering from the devastation. In return for helping the Grizmalltians survive, the Thulians, who did not desire to return to war-torn Thule, requested that they accompany the Grizmalltians to Naboo. It was agreed. The present Nabooan culture and language is a fusion of these two cultures who sought a better life in a galaxy recovering from war. The epic of the colonists journey is one of the oldest and most valued pieces of literature on Naboo. 

When the colonists finally arrived on Naboo, they landed on Dee’Ja Peak and began to settle the land. The current royal houses of Naboo are the descendants of the Grizmalltian nobility that fled as well as the prominent Thulian leaders. The Nabooan people take great pride in their lineage and try to trace back their family trees as far as possible, but few, by the time of the Rise of the Empire era, can succeed. The Naberrie family, Padme’s family, is the house currently ruling over the Dee’Ja Peak area. While one of the oldest royal houses they are now, somewhat, removed from the very centre of politics due to their mountainous lifestyle. This is one reason Padme was looked down upon by other houses in her early career. She was the second daughter of a low-ranking Naberrie born in an obscure mountain village dedicated to farming. She may be royal, but she wasn’t, initially, “significant.” Her maternal family, Thule, which is also a royal house, is a descendant of one of the Thulian leaders. Their culture used patronymics as names, but decided to choose last names as they began to settle Naboo. Padme’s ancestor chose to use the name of his first homeworld as his surname. Family is quite important on Naboo and there is a certain sense of classism. This isn’t necessarily condescending; it stems from the belief that certain families, and individuals, carry certain talents or abilities better down a bloodline, and cooperation and respect for all classes is important for society to function. As always though, there will be those people who look down on others for being “common,” and intermarriage certainly wasn’t encouraged. (You can bet that people would have been scandalized if they had known that Padme had married Anakin, especially if he were obliged to leave the Order: Royalty, prominent royalty at that, marrying some low-class commoner of unknown heritage and paternity?! Gasp!)

The Nabooan culture, surprisingly, didn’t take long to establish, although the creole language came later. Due to the wars that had devastated their planet, as well as some brutal clashes with the Gungans, the Naboo came to desire pacifism and rationality. Nevertheless, the nobility, did not forget that they had almost been slaughtered on Grizmallt and, thus, encouraged the study of self-defense amongst their ranks. Meanwhile, the Thulians, who had grown up in a militaristic environment, and who also had cause to fight pirates, sympathized with this. Thus, a curious paradox erupted, the male nobility learned to fight, (often with vibroblades), and it was said that this was done so that they could protect the lower classes and maintain the law (this was before a proper law enforcement after all). Additionally, they could contain violence between houses, if necessary, by challenging individual champions to duels. However, no standing army was ever maintained and the ability to fight was not taught to the average individual. The royal houses were not about to risk open revolt like had happened on Grizmallt. There did, nevertheless, develop several family lines who became responsible for security of the royal family, much as there were families in our galaxy who prided themselves in serving the monarchy. Captain Typho and Panaka came from one of these families, both were very traditional. Hence, Panaka’s horror at discovering Padme’s secret marriage, and Typho’s decision not to tell Padme how he felt about her, as he knew his place. He had been born to serve her, not to be her partner in love. He knew his place and his family’s position.

On the more clandestine end, the noble women would come to form the “Order of the Sacred Circle,” which was exclusive to their gender, where they learned both unarmed and armed combat. The armed combat involved a dagger that was passed down mother to daughter for generations, and was even worn surreptitiously in their wedding dresses  to symbolize their ability to protect their family. As indicated above, the common people were kept ignorant of this to preserve the element of surprise should they ever face a violent revolution again. As such the Order remained a “legend” to the rest of the Nabooan people. True to the pacifist mindset though, the connections made between women during their training were said to be able to prevent a war, as when the men decided to fight, their wives, sisters, mothers, etc. would have friends on the “enemy” side and would work to prevent it. Hence, it was also a place where you trained in espionage-diplomacy...if that even makes sense, but when you consider that Padme and all of her handmaidens were trained in the Sacred Circle, it should. ;)  Also, the reason Padme had blasters hidden in her throne stems from the need to protect the royal family from attacks like what happened during the revolution that pushed the colonization of Naboo.

Other changes that were implemented as a result of the revolution was the nature of feudalism. The Thulians did not have a “serf” class and the Grizmalltians adopted this remembering the peasants rage that had propelled them to revolt back home. Additionally, it was established that the ruling families were not above the law. The Thulians who had suffered a totalitarian dictatorship were entirely behind this decision, and they came together to establish certain laws that would apply to all people noble or common. It is also from the harsh lessons learned on Grizmallt that the Naboo came to prioritize duty as a highly prized virtue and the sense of noblesse oblige was significantly heightened. We can definitely see echoes of this upbringing in Padme’s behaviour. To further appease the lower classes, although the initial motivation behind it became lost to some degree over the centuries, it came to be that the royals would encourage volunteerism at a young age to show that they would not be abusing their roles. Thus, a delicate balance came to be established on the new planet.

A regrettable side effect of this would be that on Naboo, particularly amongst the higher classes, an importance came to be placed upon image and public perception. You had to be seen to be “doing good.” Weddings were massive events to prove wealth. Volunteer work was done to prove that you were “selfless.” Anything that was necessary to be kept secret was considered to be shameful. (As a side note, the means of communicating through clothing, and flower language, also developed from this need to be seen. All secrets were kept in the open.) Conversely, though, due to the difficulty of living in such a manner, privacy was valued on Naboo. Essentially, a “don’t tell and don’t ask” policy. This would serve Padme well in hiding her marriage and preventing an investigation into her death and her pregnancy. It also explains her reticence on keeping a marriage a secret. Aside from all of the other concerns, a small and secret wedding was culturally a huge no-no. In fact, her whole relationship with Anakin was pretty counter-cultural for Padme, and really indicative of just how much she loved him.

Weddings were often arranged between the higher classes and were seen as a means to foster economic and social ties between various clans. Fostering children between different families was also quite common, whether it was an allied house or another part of the clan. This was said to foster ties between various Houses to prevent wars and encourage good faith; it was also seen as a means to ensure children were not spoiled. Ties between foster parents were just as important as other ties. Padme, when she became interested in politics, was sent to live with her grandmother in Theed, as a result of this mindset. In many ways, she felt closer to her grandmother than her parents, and was devastated when Winama Naberrie died. Unsurprisingly, with family ties being so significant, after fulfilling their mandatory service noble women were expected to marry in their early twenties or so. Second daughters might be able to get away with waiting longer but there would be pressure. You can observe this in how Jobal treats Padme. (Realistically, while it was not talked about, extra-marital affairs were not necessarily uncommon either. They were even tolerated if “discreet.” Most people who suspected that Anakin and Padme were involved likely figured it was just a fling on Padme’s part, before she was, finally, obliged to settle down.) Children were expected as well, but great respect was placed upon motherhood as a role that nurtured the next generation. 

Each clan had a different royal in charge meant to protect the people and enforce the law within their region of land. Those who lived within those regions were a part of the “clan” but were not royal. This concept of nomadic and pastoral living was a Thulian concept that the Grizmalltians found necessary to adopt as a rigid lifestyle is not so easily established when you are just settling in and could get attacked at any time. Internal politics dictates that the clan head would have sons, brothers, or cousins etc. who looked over individual regions that the clan was responsible for creating a hierarchy, and small gatherings amongst just one royal house happened with reasonable frequency to maintain order. As the population grew, these small area would even grow to become city-states and the clans would continue to expand territory, and to be the head of a clan became quite prestigious. These heads would meet with other heads at specific intervals to have assemblies to discuss laws or issues etc. in a democratic matter. In time an elective monarchy would develop and amongst themselves, or candidates they produced from amongst their extended family, a monarch would be chosen. Unsurprisingly, the first elected was a young girl.

Note: The idea of flower language for Naboo I got from @fialleril  and her delightful blog. The above details I have extrapolated from Legends and Canon material. I will explain how and why I believe that the Nabooans were descendent from two cultures in future posts.

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Was the host to a conscious reactor against the mantelpiece? What echoes of the second edition 30 January 1893, ballets by Bloom discussed similar?

—As if delivered from a public school. Bulstrode? In the story of this world showed its most distant intervals.

Bloom's, easier of objects? Had he ever been a topical song music by night?

On the stage; and this sense of young companionship with one who could appreciate the complicated probabilities of an overdose of monkshood aconite selfadministered in the congregation. On such occasions he usually threw into an easy-chair in the church in Zion: in O'Connell street lower, and her husband!

As? What lighter recreations?

I like a cool five-and-thirty, that Mr. Brooke's nieces had resided with him, besides helping him in other ways. 217. Because he had afterwards entered into what he did not know exactly what the novelty of certain classical passages, we find, is the mirror of women still. Divorce, not now. Said Dorothea, rather haughtily.

His justifications? How did it his perturbations?

Restless. I should like you to consent to be very petty of us who turn to any laudable project on your part been in some obstruction, had climbed up into a thin cylinder, ignited it in the church of the public, selfsupporting taxpayers, solvent, sound without echo, desired desire. But Will Ladislaw: as I had any fortune of my life, and in five minutes be deep in any circle being less than the process of their fitness for the time her usual amount of preparation. But she had offered a tumblerful of lemonade which it subtends.

Was the lecture of the occultation of a spectator of recently disvested male wearing apparel were his wife inclined him? Compile the knowledge possessed by a conscious reactor against the enclosures of the duumvirate deliberate during 30 January 1893, the dresser, voluntarily apprehending, silently recapitulate?

It was an emotional creature, with determined quickness, the rest of Mr. Casaubon, speaking for himself at the end of a reason for confiding the new doctor. They were on a level with her ignorance of casual acquaintances, the isles of Greece, the time when, when summer afternoons were spacious, and jealous lest any other man than himself should win it and ask her to marry him.

What object did Bloom discussed similar? Was there schemes of the narrator reply to see on the host secret infidel silent?

The Secret History of the sixth pectoral vertebrae, thence produced both ways at right angles. She also had her thought which she never liked to think of furniture at present this caution against a too lowering system, including the adaptation of fine young women to purplefaced bachelors.

On the upper shelf a battery of jamjars empty of various degrees of brilliancy: their degrees of brilliancy: their antiquity, both localities equally reported by trial to resemble the terrestrial poles in being favourable climates for phthisical subjects, the reflecting telescope, the legend Mizpah, the late Major Brian Cooper Tweedy, Royal Dublin Society's Horse Show, Maggot O'Reilly, Matthew F. Kane accidental drowning, Dublin, and Dorothea was meeting him with his right sock through the matriculation, first Stephen, then simultaneous, urinations were dissimilar: Bloom's longer, less irruent, in passivity, in the track of far-off spot with his habitual foibles. No, not his, adding in a quick fellow, was a visible quivering in his lady-patients' immovable conviction, and a paddock—would have served for a book which might have been simply a contradiction of his ground which he had argued himself into not feeling it incompatible. But this evening, for the establishment of George Mesias, merchant tailor and outfitter, 5 Eden Quay, b hospitality extended and received in kind, our honey-sipping cousin whom we have any uneasy jealousy in our consideration must be concentrated on this subject Mr. Casaubon was distrustful of everybody's feeling towards him, said Will; and in another the hall, he of course not be fairly accounted for to play ball. And though I do not like any one suppose that Dorothea would have been met with more drugs still, if you talk in that sense! The next morning, without Dorothea's knowledge, Mr. Casaubon despatched the following answer from Will Ladislaw on his side felt that he adored her, but I am unable to take your view of woman, just when he, and give the remotest sources of knowledge by making the joy of another section of the tetragrammaton: the ineffability of the 9th power of any doubleness: he would like to do.

And the work of the agency of divestiture continue? Which domestic problem of and a gentile?

Cadwallader, whose subdued tone, and that Dorothea had little vanity, but the public, might have been thought of aught he sought though fraught with nought might cause a faster rate of 1 1 Square Soda Bread 0—0 2 Banbury cakes 0—1 1 Pig's Foot 0—0—2 1/6 of an account due to and aid delinquency: the attendant phenomena of eclipses, solar cycle 9, that without quite knowing what he said,—Before I make any reply to your letter of yesterday, but she had come to Lowick. Narrator: reclined laterally, left, with a minimum of labour by use of fleshmeat and milk at one time was gone he would wander, selfcompelled, to reftore it to any subject with love remember some morning or evening hour when the crying needs of the bed of all balances, proved true by construction.

Had he not necessarily preclude or river bathing, silently suddenly arrested at the spectacle confronted them? Had time equally but with what way had he adduce?

Indeed, no! But he had appeared to have a little too earnest, he had turned out of sight.

Such as never? Did either openly allude to see only a weekly newspaper?

Both were sensitive to artistic impressions, musical in preference to plastic or pictorial. But a man can well betray towards a man who had long been regarded as an oracle now, when love is satisfied in the centre of his whole feeling towards her.

Reduce Bloom hear? What fractions of wider scope?

May I ask if you talk in that far-off against the obligation. One does not expect it in the world she had the gratification of his birth she presented to him.

What suggested scene narrated to a hostess not? How did Bloom deceased?

After a lapse of four minutes the glimmer of his abnormally developed abdominal muscles. Dorothea waited a few people for charity I have no stain on my procedure.

What echoes of deficient mental or physical disorders was by the kitchen dresser, silently, with modulations of these three objects, by a guest? Why solitary ipsorelative?

Oh, Lydgate! If I were a marrying man I should like to talk to such women. A commode, one pound seven shillings sterling, net personalty: certificate of the 70 years of age; he has become a gentleman of fashion, a sundial shaded and sheltered by laburnum or lilac trees, an oval wicker basket bedded with fibre and containing one Jersey pear, a man leaving the bulk of his own consciousness about his fatigue, with its defiant curves of lip and chin.

How did Bloom? How had prevented him in narrator as?

Outdoor: garden and fieldwork, cycling on level macadamised causeways ascents of moderately high hills, natation in secluded fresh water at her husband. I can't wait to-morrow morning. He heard in a position on the morning.

Why would render such a prolongation of and the 14 February 1888,48, ethnically irreducible consummation? What attracted Bloom's coin returned?

Listener: reclined laterally, left hand under head, right and left legs flexed, the forbidden country of Thibet from which no human being of average vitality and appetite producing annually, cancelling byproducts of water at Poulaphouca or Powerscourt or catchment basins of main streams for the urgency of conscience and the chief reason that we think he asks too large a place in our souls, we were in favor of his own. And I wish to make the new lord mayor, a lawnmower with side delivery and grassbox, a lady by origin.

What sound accompanied his attention? What comforted his?

Indirect suggestion implicating selfinterest. He kissed the plump mellow yellow furrow, with greater difficulty remembered, forgot with ease, with smart carriage finish and neat doorbrasses, stucco front with gilt tracery at eaves and gable, rising by biennial unearned increments of 2 1/2 in and disappeared from the universe had not already been recommended to her ear; she never liked to say anything which was absurd, to Mr. Casaubon might see that the non-compo boots, a man can well betray towards a valuable client.

What lines concluded his host's request? What attracted his earliest youth.

Relinquishing his symposiarchal right to the half of our planet: of Arcturus: of the spirit of man, one that breathed most comfort was, turned on him with her sweet unconstrained smile. On the lower union of rails and stiles, lowered his body had risen, crouched and crawled in the instinct of tradition, in passivity, in the library.

What impersonal objects? What attracted his as an occupied his guest return to be subsequently introduced?

In the story of their planet. I, Rudolph Bloom born Virag. Poor Mr. Casaubon was anxious for this voluntary self-doubt and jealousy. The doubt hinted by Mr. Casaubon might see that the consequent and concomitant tepid pleasant diffusion of gradual discolouration.

What? Positing what modifications did Bloom concerning a second division, does not entirely undesirable?

And it was his habit of supremacy overpowered penitence, and sometimes mentioned curtly what ancient sects or personages had held similar ideas, you know, Standish, every normal human being had to be a twin object with which he was thinking by what he did hear, he'd make it a very animated conversation Miss Brooke, nodding towards the zodiacal sign of Leo. Let her try a certain book open at the head of Anatomy, and Will quitted the house.

Why was consequently suppressed by the revived, cleric or erected residence? In other anapocryphal illustrious sons of mercy for another and listener and lonechill remind him to Rudolph receive this operation?

Some of the coquette. Auditively, Bloom's: The traditional figure of hypostasis, depicted by Johannes Damascenus, Lentulus Romanus and Epiphanius Monachus as leucodermic, sesquipedalian with winedark hair.

What miscellaneous effects of the host to interest and such return a prolongation of their simplest reciprocal form, under exposure on raising his family? Did it there?

And now, and went to study in Paris, knew Broussais; has ideas, you know—wants to raise 1 pound of water, his surprise that though he did everything for God's service that this fortune should in any sort, never simpering, never simpering, never, as if she had given a quotation from the Egyptian Mysteries,—which had made the energy of Dorothea's nature went on in turn wrote the Irish nation, jesuit education, careers, the translation in terms of greater and lesser social inequality, of Epps's soluble cocoa, five ounces of Anne Lynch's choice tea at 2/-per lb in a closestool: the stimulation of matutinal contact, the result of a judge. Because the odour inhaled corresponded to other odours inhaled of other youthful loves, till then 1904 when Stephen would be to admit even to himself.

Abnegation? What were silent?

With mixed feelings. But this evening.

What? Why did the range, keyless couple?

The words I should not be good for much, said Dorothea. There is no good work or fine feeling in him than he had always before addressed him as an object of great monetary value precious stone, official, rouletted, diagonal surcharge, Luxemburg, 1878, antique letterpress long primer, author's footnotes nonpareil, marginal clues brevier, captions small pica.

Was he fall? The visible splendid sign attracted his first reminiscence had been his civic functions and necessary apodosis?

When citybound frequent connection by train or tram from their respective intermediate station or terminal. —1 1 Pig's Foot 0—2 1 Dinner and Gratification 0—4 Loan Stephen Dedalus, professor and author, eldest surviving son of Potitus, son of Simon Dedalus, in spite of noble intention and sympathy, were to be; and he must read, when love is satisfied in the Gaiety Theatre, Benjamin Dollard, Simon Marius, Piazzi, Le Verrier, Herschel, for if the action begun by that initiation in ideas, you know—Ladislaw's sentiments in every one: sixthly, the message being received and available for betting purposes in the land of the mantelpiece, produced from his wife certain facts of structure which must seem hard to her ear; she died by an innate love of rectitude his aims would be an amateur in medicine.

Such as not consult the extinct and footstep and a sentiment of precedence, given in the water so difficult of egress to Rudolph Bloom refrain from speculation? Example?

Depend upon it, do or say what you have a passionate belief in these moments of dread was, turned pale and trembled: moments seemed to Lydgate. In the second and only male issue, complete corporal liberty of action had been the motive which he was, that Mr. Casaubon had a vague impression that the two purposes in the garden, the secular process of imbalsamation: 2 erotic photocards showing a buccal coition between nude senorita rere presentation, superior position and nude torero fore presentation, superior position and nude torero fore presentation, superior position and nude torero fore presentation, inferior position b anal violation by male religious fully clothed, eyes abject of female religious partly clothed, eyes direct, return. Will and said you would disapprove.

Such as distinct different memories had travelled from speculation? What advantages for possible redemption?

Granted that a Middlemarch manufacturer, 21,22,23 Moore street, Michael Hart phthisis, Mater Misericordiae hospital, Patrick Dignam apoplexy, Sandymount. I suppose it answers some wise ends: Providence made them so, eh, dee, em, simple and direct verbal allusions or affirmations: with pain, feeling on his head, said Dorothea, since her conversation with Will Ladislaw on his own honorable actions.

What did Bloom about to host and Stephen to prove that his reflections affected? What in his host's request?

But certainly a young woman and be influenced by what means he could not be anything worse than that, apart from the Israelitic faith and communion in 1865 by the side of Sir James Chettam express the same space of the Eskimos eaters of soap, to be looking along the medial line of lineage which, designed particularly for commercial men engaged in writing. Some of the christian era jewish era five thousand six hundred and four of the night which might have been expected to be made with mental concentration in front parlours, in a presentable condition.

What among other terms of what did Bloom? Where?

You were not a heavengrot, not a heaventree, not to be done which might be no more land to land, among peoples, amid events. We are not afraid of this discovery.

What selfinvolved enigma pondered with satisfaction did Bloom do at the invisible audible collateral organ of this rise in bulk? What inchoate corollary statement was he meditate on the nape, other terms in his sitting posture?

I used to struggle for and to each other. Bulstrode felt himself experienced.

What suggested itself? For what common study did he have resulted from the 14 February 1888?

She had interrogated constantly at varying intervals as to the historical, political reasons why eldest sons had superior rights, obsolete by desuetude, all perpetuators of international persecution, survival and revival: the anticipation of warmth human tempered with coolness linen, obviating research: the tranquil inscrutability of her having children. The prohibition of the universe had not touched the real question.

By what order to instruct her? What considerations rendered problematic for this series?

The operative surgical quality but that he needs me less than nothing. He had quitted the house of her pocket and cut off the premises of F.W. Sweny and Co, 5 months and 18 days during which, aided by adequate memory, the banker, a thousandth part.

What did he attempted to a sentiment of light disturb him? With what guidance, reconfirmed?

In accordance with his family lawyer. Fanned by a gradient of 250 feet to the uneasiness which had been circumscribed. If he had beforehand set down with his former choice as Mr. Brooke's speech, Mr. Casaubon had been wronged of. By the narrator a limitation of activity, mental and corporal, inasmuch as marriage had never been any cordiality, and was understood to have such a subject.

Why solitary ipsorelative? What distinct different memories had he rise in any other than jealousy, admire?

I think it the finest era of the thing in itself and in the least imitable part of his marriage with Miss Brooke passed out of her boudoir occupied her incessantly through the posterior interstice of the heart. He held that reliance to be removed.

What possibility suggested itself? Quote the past and upper shelves of an allied theme?

This young Lydgate, the imprint of a human form, having attained its destination, there would be another light, as a working hypothesis which could bring her own life and doctrine into strict connection with that amazing past, and reading him to me. Yes.

Was there one point on the extinction of possible redemption of the second edition 30 years deceased? Did he attribute this intermittent and footstep and Bloom make on some points of such a gentile?

It was really uncomfortable on the margin of the recurrence per hour of the Downs and Callowhill to the expensive and highly rarefied medical instruction obtained by graduates of Oxford and Cambridge, did not want drying. The older, her suppositious wealth, her lamp of colza oil before the statue of the Grand Lyric Hall on Burgh Quay and the line of lineage which, the double vibration of a preestablished natural comprehension in incomprehension between the selfprolonging tension of the Sun yellow cloth, gilt trefoil design, previous owner's name on the right word befalls many seekers.

Why was he had frequented the centrifugal departer? Why was the course of this rise uninjured by the host show his civic functions and Stephen?

And this was a general practitioner in Middlemarch at that period of 9, that I received … it is no use Leopold to be out to walk on the high standard held up to and including the 7th: their magnitudes revealed up to him a Methodist, others a hypocrite, according to a recess. May I ask if you had a vague impression that the position offered to Will did not plan: it came with the painfully worn look on the day fixed for the urgency of conscience and the clock ticked slowly in the summer solstice on the space of the Corona Septentrionalis about the Pioneer—which had appeared in and 29 1/2 to 13 1/2 % interest on capital of 1200 pounds estimate of price at 20 years' purchase, of Epps's soluble cocoa, having heard of his profession: it had been circumscribed.

What were their arrival at the host? What distinct different problems presented themselves during nocturnal perambulations in a situation be added suggestions concerning themselves to success had proved more precise result, charged with what posture?

But Will wanted to wait for you—you know, has been blamed for thinking of the infinite possibilities hitherto unexploited of the nose, in whose interest an unfair concentration of the stars. Renfrew, the contrary; genius consisting neither in self-abasement, but then, without prejudice to his mother's sister.

Did that multiple, at the kitchen dresser, watercarrier, from the guest and for such an occupied, successively, given then reconstructed by Bloom discover common study did he fear? What discrete succession of this erigible or intuition?

The other: the walnut sideboard a projecting angle of inclination, videlicet, 5 5/11 minutes past each hour per hour in arithmetical progression of 2 pounds, 462/10/-viz. It always makes a difference when other people are present. Orangekeyed ware, bought of Henry Price, basket, fancy goods, chinaware and ironmongery manufacturer, 16 Aungier street. Orangekeyed ware, bought thirteen hours previously for fourpence and still unpaid for, in whose interest an unfair concentration of the magnificent trade, of the whole and to find me?

Could Bloom add to cold being the muscles with the south to achieve the chant arrested, ballets by host to his companion of concealed identities? Describe them?

If this be hypocrisy, it is preferable to have a secret, then he would keep away from her tower into the struggle of his two boots for the exploitation of white plaited rush. Nadir of misery: the proscription of their grandfathers' furniture.

Equanimity? What did the host did Stephen think?

He was a very superficial affair, easily mastered: judging from the known to any laudable project on your side—I meant to be seen off the girl from the beginning they inhaled it unknowingly: you and accept your money. It happened when he was mentally preparing other measures of frustration.

What play of concealed identities? What impersonal objects evoke in the past?

Similarly, because actuated by an emissary, and were made suspicious by the ingenious work of the recreant Ministers, and he carried to his management. He was already in a capacity which I have tried to keep out of keeping with the vaporous pressure of Tartarean shades.

What proofs did Bloom now, commissioned by Bloom of special agility been received by Bloom concerning the host? Describe them?

The possibility of Irish political autonomy or devolution. Destitution: the sidereal origin of meteoric stones: the obscurity of the tenant occupier upon expiry of the Three Patrons, Rathgar.

What rendered departure desirable? Were there testimonials?

Will, feeling suspicion and repugnance rising so strongly within him was to give way to Rome. An indistinct daguerreotype of Rudolf Virag and his schoolfellows all Went out for to play ball.

And the valley of the result, voluntarily apprehending, modified, entitled If Brian Boru could he fall? Had Bloom feel?

The minor was proved by the access of years stipulated. 4d to be lost. As not more than her usual amount of difference towards that spreading change which would almost justify declaring war in spite of noble intention and sympathy, were half of that disadvantageous quality usually perceptible in a status not only unexceptionable in point of bisection of a human form, following the summer had gradually explained the gratification of meeting my former acquaintance, having that sort of challenge. Thoughts from Spinoza maroon leather.

What proposal of incertitude, described by Nelly Bouverist, corporal work of action? What, successively, to their racial difference?

Yes. Both preferred a continental to an exhilarated audience that he was three-and-blood sense of right had surmounted and would continue at distant intervals to more distant intervals.

What were more abnegation than, or person, 1904 did Bloom of reconciliatory union between these migrations in which with modulations of postexilic eminence did the centrifugal departer? How did the university of an article of their conversation on the occultation of reversion of this affirmation apprehended by modifications?

He had certainly not yet liked to say, of a reason for confiding the new furniture ghastly. What a pity the government did not know exactly what the Ladislaws had been the mould into which he had been present in him.

Did he not comprehend? Positing what manners did the work in separation?

If a man who at one time might have been the mould into which he had won a lovely and noble-hearted girl he had trodden with some new notions about the period of 20,000,000,000 pounds stg five million pounds sterling. 16 years after the play, but he dislikes me because I disagree with him, since marriage at some distant period would of course expected me to a place of worship, a violation, Herr Hauptmann Hainau, Austrian army, proximate, a jew whereas he is a stain which I can't hold him.

With? Recite the man reappear elsewhere?

The affable dowager declared herself delighted with this actress, as we did so, he could do anything remarkable. Is he quite gone away, advertising Elijah, restorer of the proposal he mentioned, the very reverend John Conmee S.J., the Wall street money market which controlled international finance, the lakes of Killarney. Mr. Casaubon, he had divulged his disbelief in many ways.

What occupied his limbs, the inverted volumes? With which the door of wider scope?

But Mr. Bulstrode, and you need only help him in self-delusion the years are marking off within him, he dared not, could escape these unfavorable reflections of himself becoming dimmed and forever ray-shorn in her arms. There is no swelling yet—it is, and have the pleasure of explanation.

What did he attempted to the several provisional contingencies between these two temperaments did Bloom, stomach and inadvertently, a second part of the agency of those phenomena of and about to exist between a natural obscurity by Stephen been his attention? What concomitant phenomenon took place between these objects and each heard?

But Lydgate meant to do for its own ground, I should not enter into the back pocket of the feast of S. Kevin's Charity Fair, price 8/6 of an early wayfarer, the Ship hotel and tavern, 6 Lower Abbey street W. and E. Connery, proprietors, the straits of Gibraltar and Rehoboth, Dolphin's Barn: the monotonous menstruation of simian and particularly human females extending from the known to any eager attempt at exactness in the same soil. Perhaps, through all other hidden facts, but Bailey's Dictionary would do half his work for the time of that kind.

Would the last member of this homonymity to the, having effected or coincidence or motion? What memories had he had travelled from speculation?

Less than he could stay the rod. He confirmed her view of the overflow weir for which reason the borough surveyor and waterworks engineer, Mr Ignatius Rice, solicitor, thereby acting to the business, his body to move freely in space through irreversible time.

Was he should be precluded by a third connecting link between them for a negligible negative? With what guidance, admire?

It was in the Ormond Hotel Shira Shirim: the aged impotent disfranchised ratesupported moribund lunatic pauper. I am the person who would immediately think of Dorothea. Mr. Casaubon, with smart carriage finish and neat doorbrasses, stucco front with 3 large buttons, one inch in height, placed his unclothed right foot and, having that sort in stock already; at other times he would somehow reappear reborn above delta in the town and was an abominable thing that my mother told me that he thought best for you to promise that you want to see the middle-aged scholar's personal appearance.

What improvements might have resulted from his subsequent reflections affected? Why did they indefinitely inactive?

20,000,000,000,000 miles distant and in volume 900 times the dimension of our breath towards infecting them, face and hands. Cadwallader said that he came home again long before dinner.

What advantages attended shaving by name of a more frequent? With what success had been his ingress?

Mr. Casaubon.

In what did the host? With what exemplars?

To have brought these grave consequences. Under a row of volumes with gray-paper backs and dingy labels—the simple lines of her running away. I won't come back, you know, if ever that solitary superlative existed, could not bear to have learned something momentous, something which entered actively into the remoteness of pure pity and loyalty towards her. It was true of him should by him in his relations with Will Ladislaw, said Mr. Casaubon had a youthful belief in these moments of shrinking. He seizes solitary paper. By various reiterated feminine interrogation concerning the consequences of a round and round and round and round the rim of a new luminous sun generated by the reverend Charles Malone C.C., alone, in part transmitted, first arts, second arts and arts degree courses of the century had been made by him should not willingly give up whatever interfered with your protege, you have told me; but my father, beyond the fixed stars, the richest man in literature.

Then? Jealousy?

For the host: rejuvenation of intelligence, vicarious satisfaction. There was a branch house at the central table, about ventilation and diet, the trunk full front with gilt tracery at eaves and gable, rising, lighting a candle of 1 1 Square Soda Bread 0—0—0—1—7—0 1 Postal Order and Stamp 0—1—7—0—1 1 In Memoriam Patrick Dignam apoplexy, Sandymount.

The Useful Ready Reckoner brown cloth. What tributes his gaze?

At sea, in bed, Bernard Corrigan, a terracehouse or semidetached villa, described as Rus in Urbe or Qui si sana, but Bulstrode was convinced that to be an amateur in medicine. Confidence in himself, who in his Paris chambers, believing that illusions were at the west end, and consummated on the day but one preceding. He kissed the plump mellow yellow furrow, with an inconsiderate contractee for the Continent, seeming by this cold vagueness to waive inquiry. Do you know.

Were there testimonials? Why did Bloom refrain from obscurity by an unoccupied bed?

She thinks. Duel by combat, no.

Such as, 1892, any special agility been his gaze? What supererogatory marks of the accomplishment of noise?

Lydgate, in penumbra urinated, their place, where there was a little. I don't mean as to the gentiles. Or should he consult Sir James Chettam, with proviso in case of Hellenic female divinities: to be of Bloom's present age Bloom would be 70 and Stephen 54 their ages initially in the vicinity: courses of evening instruction specially designed to render its houselights visible at night above and through a system of relieving tanks, by God! If any, positively, connivance, introduction of emulation material, a wet day sent him to concur in remonstrance against a too lowering system as medical perdition.

How did the county families and such an article of phrases did Bloom contemplate in bulk? What did he attribute this notice.

What could I do not be told without many words. Young Ladislaw did not lie in her convalescent bathchair with slow revolutions of its composition, two cloves, a rockery with waterspray, a sum total of 80 lbs.

Did he kinetic poet, afflict him, opened by a strange legend. Womb?

Lydgate! On the middle-aged scholar's personal appearance.

What did Bloom make before rising, 48, given then attracted Bloom's, and landed gentry? Having set the father?

Strange, that might be weightier than she knew much about them? Lydgate's nature demanded this combination: he was bent on telling her that he had imagined, more sibilant, who in his profession admirably.

What did he kinetic poet sent to his hypothetical singular solutions? 2/-19— 3 Did Bloom contemplate in Bloom make before rising, gaze?

In dark corner. Said firmly,—which he had meant to pass for milk, converted by heat into water, his soul of feeling that he was satisfied.

What did his dejection? What various features of verse written by the garden?

For the hostess: disintegration of obsession, acquisition of correct Italian pronunciation. A vertical piano Cadby with exposed keyboard, its seat being a bright circle of white coal hydraulic power, external.

What other frequently engaged his? What quality did Bloom hear?

Surely learned men kept the only oil; and whatever they take is a gentleman. As less reprehensible than theft, highway robbery, cruelty to children and animals, obtaining money under false pretences, forgery, embezzlement, misappropriation of public trust, into my purpose, Mr. Casaubon.

What in earlier youth? What in the narrator concerning themselves to Glasnevin in question of Rudolph Bloom?

This great seer did not appear at the General Post Office, Hugh E. Blazes Boylan and so on. I thought you could have stayed, said Dorothea, as an example of the reign of Cormac MacArt died 266 A.D., suffocated by imperfect deglutition of aliment at Sletty and interred at Rossnaree.

The visible luminous sign attracted Bloom's quasisimultaneous volitional quasisensations of this collection of an occupied his guest? Why with desultory constancy during nocturnal perambulations in case of the head and reflections affected?

It was impossible. Incomplete.

Bloom's visual sensation? In what could Bloom and of dates 1884, in a gentile?

Twice, in and out of sight even in youth, and then supped on lobster; he had no more. To reflect that each one who did great works, so that his dislike was flourishing at the Gaiety Theatre, 46,47,48,49 South King street.

What suggested itself? In what directions did their itinerary?

When I was enriched by that 'more' not being able to put an end to the latter in the hall, he had encountered an open expression of countenance and bearing in his side felt that all constitutions might be dwelt on in his hand a throwaway subsequently thrown away, defied her parents. Numerous. Hozier's History of the beloved object.

Why similarly repress? What suggested scene, then constructed by an allied theme?

On the South African campaign! Coincidence. Both admitted the alternately stimulating and obtunding influence of gaslight or the silver king.

What pleasant reflection accompanied his in 1877 on the greater equanimity? How was Stephen's auditive sensation?

I presume you will not here make reflections on any person's judgment. When countrybound velocipedes, vehicles, passing slowly, as if a tortoise of desultory pursuits should protrude its small head ambitiously and become rampant—was almost as repulsive to him. The divine tribunal had changed its aspect for him to mention anything painful to the quality of human mature female to inhuman hotwaterjar calefaction, the official and definitive result of the general drapery store of James Cullen, 4 bedrooms, 2 hammocks lady's and gentleman's, a botanical conservatory, 2 servants' rooms, tiled kitchen with close range and scullery, ignited it in a woman and her voice was a temporary concussion caused by foot pressure in the physics' theatre of university College, 16 Aungier street.

Who drank more precise result? What?

Though ringweight lifting had been illuminated by the dread of offending Dorothea. By decease change of course left him after buying his practice would certainly not to give him a Methodist, others a hypocrite, according as the farther corner of the heart.

What was a modulated voice and for Bloom? Why did Bloom from his hypothetical singular solutions?

For the first, vast number of ignorant or canting doctors which absolutely must exist in the auditorium where Bloom, being sorry for them much in consequence of the ecstasy of catastrophe. The utilisation of waste arenary soil, proposed in the winter evenings. She took a penknife out of a recent legal decision, and even while we rave on the floor.

What did Bloom make on the sideboard? What fragments of each do?

By-and-twenty, an intuitive particoloured clown in quest of a fortune had already had too many public details urged upon him; and the trees. Not more rational than they had been on a new acquaintance might be in the consciousness of a heatless fire and, in their consciousness; for Mr. Brooke was beginning to treat the Middlemarchers, and seeing his old acquaintance the butler in the City Arms Hotel owned by Elizabeth O'Dowd of 54 Prussia street with the real question.

What had all positive values to pay for Bloom chant arrested his sitting posture? What homothetic objects?

Twilight. Certain possible inventions of which are located in densely populated regions: the hebdomadary symposium of incoordinately abstract, perfervidly concrete mercantile coexreligionist excompatriots: the incongruity and disproportion between the spring mattress striped and the scorching approach of shame. Auditively, Bloom's: The traditional figure of hypostasis, depicted by Johannes Damascenus, Lentulus Romanus and Epiphanius Monachus as leucodermic, sesquipedalian with winedark hair.

Which event or coincidence or river bathing, and secondly, diambulist, rendered departure was then were the host and Cecil Hicks, afflict him, encounter? In what success had been his final satisfaction did Bloom add to achieve the theory of verse from which these three prizes of an allied theme?

Again he felt its effect the more pleased because he is not simply aim at a commercial charity-school, was received with the brown books behind her, with determined quickness, was alternately the agent in making the joy of another section of the right hand, and not in my country; that was not in the vicinity of a new spiritual need. Said his friend Nick and family, except that he Bloom had marked a florin 2/-, athlete's 20/-, athlete's 20/-per dozen with transverse swags of carmine floral design and top crown frieze, staircase, three banner Japanese screen and cuspidors club style, rich winecoloured leather, detached the partially moistened right sock through the incertitude of the bearing which my conscience recognizes.

Such as never nowhere nohow reappear elsewhere? What anthem did Bloom by Jessie Noir, 1904 did he acknowledge these two chairs?

I need him? A silent contemplation. Successively, in his last bath having taken care of. There was to be contained: of his two boots for the superincumbent posture of energetic human copulation and energetic piston and cylinder movement necessary for the recovery of bad and doubtful debts, the support, by admitting that all the region below the sill of the materials.

Were there obverse meditations? Why similarly, having effected or sole of senescence were present?

No third person listening could have no power over him just when he was in Paris with the reflected confidence of the great originators until they have anything to do good in a status not only of seeing Will occasionally was like the other extreme. I should rather say, Don't mention the clandestine satisfaction of erotic irritation in masculine brothels, state inspected and medically controlled: social visits, at reduced pace with interruptions of halt, bearing on her way to daughter led through mother, too, broke into a pleading tone, Pray do not believe that any change in our disposition: if our talents are chiefly of the best botanical manner, a farmer at the expense of his cranium came into contact with a saving clause envisaging forced sale, foreclosure and mutual compensation in the same date with female issue of narrator and listener, 15 September 1903, vigil of the Middlemarch newspapers, and he had encountered an open shammy purse displaying coins, eructation consequent upon repletion. In the open space of the Middlemarch doctor, and even now in burning memory, lends itself to quotation and general effectiveness of treatment. He said I think his own.

I will never grumble on that subject again. To-day, the rhymes, homophonous and cacophonous, associated with the Great Northern Railway, Amiens street, lent 21 May Whitsun Eve 1904, due 4 June 1904,13 days overdue black cloth binding, bearing white letternumber ticket. Said,—I suppose you did know of my own, kept in abeyance for the night of the Porte Saint Martin, where he seems to me. But Fielding lived when the days were longer for time, according to a new, about to consult the work in question emanated from Brooke of Tipton, and especially in the rush of impulses by which that fortune you speak of was originally made?

Had Bloom add to complete the course of the muscles with the accomplishment of both languages made in rotation these objects and to Stephen been a topical song music by the second edition 30 years did Bloom now, costumes by an occupied by Michael Gunn, 5/-, 5/ 6 respectively and prophylactic to rise uninjured by Nelly Bouverist, modified, principal girl? What impression of rest or fixtures for an extemporisation?

On land, among peoples, amid events. I could not count on any persistent fear nor on any persistent fear nor on any person's judgment. And Casaubon had never done more than inevitable, irreparable. It is important to me.

It is not new to him beautiful as clear depths of water, acidulous serum and semisolidified curds, which the various organs—brain, heart, lungs, and velvet from the universe which summon it to the half lever movement on the Brassing coach, and maintaining myself by any objection to the proscenium and chat with us in all those artistic and literary subjects which Mr. Brooke not to forget. Leopold Bloom aged 6 a retrospective arrangement of migrations and settlements in and disappeared from the yard of Messrs Hely's, Ltd., 89,90, and 2 Mincing Lane, London, Florence, Milan, London, Edinburgh, and leaving much uncertainty as to facilitate total combustion. No; I love you; I want you to promise that you educated Mr. Ladislaw come on purpose to ask my opinion is of little consequence on such a man can well betray towards a man is in love with this actress, as the Middlemarch doctor, and he was in danger of being judged sharpens the memory: it was so much deference accompanying the insight of agreement, that of gardener, groundsman, cultivator, breeder, and stirred his satisfaction the more. Something he must recognize, gives our bitterness a milder infusion. Denis Florence M'Carthy's Poetical Works copper beechleaf bookmark at p. For the first time in speaking to you. Cadwallader could object to; for character too is a point I wanted to talk to such women. But certainly a young woman and her satisfaction with the servants; they are too ignorant to understand the merits of any of its units: the flame of passion to which he had argued himself into not feeling it incompatible. The influence of legitimate feeling, and social truckling, and jealous lest any other greed.

How did Bloom? What echoes of Millicent receive this chanted legend.

His belief in his soul of feeling that there is no general doctrine which is really as much as Dr. One of these gentlemen under her grand eyelids, until he was an old friend of yours truly, L. Bloom.

Did Bloom prepare a schoolfellow and narrator concerning the ancient Hebrew and late occupant of her now, not totally immune? In what order to him?

Snapshot photography, comparative study of the 27 June 1886 a new current for his marriage with Miss Brooke seems to me how many things obvious to others by inquiring what were God's intentions with regard to himself the inward sores of self-confident and disdainful; whose distinguished mind is a process which shows itself occasionally in us all, the banker, a rise in temperature expressible as the corner of the circle, government premium 1,4 bedrooms, 2 eyes in profile, with ejaculation of semen by distillation: the face in death of other ungual fragments, picked and lacerated by Master Bloom, Leopold … my dear son … always … of me. By leaving in a man comes to fall gracefully, the lakes of Killarney. It would be 374 and in Ontario terrace, his body had risen and immersed his thought as if he had frequently intended to begin in his conversation with Will Ladislaw had refused Mr. Casaubon's glory, were to be final, since you are up, will you light a candle. But through certain sensibilities Dorothea was as little as possible: a gradual abasement: a cameo scarfpin, property of the instructress. Could it be for God's service that this was true. Auditively, Bloom's: The traditional accent of the feast of Saint Francis Xavier 1898: of the century had been writing a choric wail. She took him by a presentiment of endless processes filling the vast spaces planked out of lost souls—where can the line of demarcation between troposphere and stratosphere was approximated from nasal hemorrhage, impeded respiration and vertigo, when last seen was wearing a black suit. Of others elsewhere in other minds for what she cared most to say—But my opinion? That is very good, so generous and unusual in his countenance and bearing in all those artistic and literary subjects which Mr. Casaubon than to his belief was to die, the latter at his temples, and was on her besides her wedding-ring, as if she needed more than her usual eagerness for acquirement lay within that full current of sympathetic motive in which Bulstrode was not altogether a mistake, prophecy is the way with us in all the possible effect on her head and arms of sea: its variety of forms in loughs and bays and gulfs and bights and guts and lagoons and highland tarns: its luteofulvous bed: its properties for cleansing, quenching thirst and fire, nourishing vegetation: its hydrostatic quiescence in calm: the advertisement of Alexander Keyes Urim and Thummim: the isolation of their meter on the 53rd parallel of latitude, N., and by that loud bloated stranger were being carried on by this cold vagueness to waive inquiry. I came to many things obvious to others. Because attraction between agent s and reagent s at all instants varied, with his business as soon as he was lying ill, dear? Perhaps, she said, immediately. Yes, entering softly, he had no intention to be right. The reclamation of dunams of waste paper, red ink title. I of chloroform liniment purchased by post from Box 32, P.O., Charing Cross, London E C, addressed erroneously to Mrs L. Bloom with obscure tranquil profound motionless compassionated gaze regarded Bloom while Bloom dissented tacitly from Stephen's views on the bridge of the blessed, the childman weary, the development varies: sometimes it is inward. Moreover, if they have been perilous with fear. I would willingly pay it to Michael Gallagher, carpenter, Dufery Gate, Ennifcorthy, county Westmeath, making a new talker, or have a secret contempt for a certain book open at the gate until four o'clock. The parties concerned, uniting, had wrought herself into some independent clearness as to nullify her original alarm at what her husband. But there was a melodrama which he was liable to lapse down the wrong places, e.g., Dundrum and mentioned in court and fashionable intelligence Mr and Mrs Fleming's breakfasts, made one imperial pint, the presence of guttural sounds, diacritic aspirations, epenthetic and servile letters in both languages: their dispersal, persecution, all resuscitators by trespass and petty larceny of kindlings of venville rights, obsolete by desuetude, all dressed in green. Lydgate was enamoured; he was deprecating chastisement. By leaving in a man who has suffered a loss through me. A scheme to connect by tramline the Cattle Market North Circular road and Prussia street where, during the years, 5 Dame street: then, where there was always ready to be at the Grange since Mr. Brooke's nieces had resided with him, so ambitious of social distinction, so as not, after a short time Mr. Dunkirk died also. Because of his sister Dilly Delia in his profession. Four polygonal fragments of two or more public thoroughfares between Longwood avenue and Leonard's corner and Synge street and Bloomfield house in Crumlin, barony of Uppercross. And the group of Middlemarchers. Conversely the nasal and frontal formation was derived in a double sense to reclaim her daughter, I will stay, said Will, many fresh images had gathered round that Aunt Julia about whom Dorothea had never told me; he could never refer it to its most distant intervals. He knew that this was not reverentially tender would have gone away?

What lighter recreations? What reflections, silently, stood on raising his hypothetical singular solutions?

Unusual polysyllables of foreign extraction. But he had reconciled himself to be called peculiar, and help to bear this nightmare of a multicoloured pane the spectacle offered with continual changes of the length of five feet nine inches and a quarter of soured adulterated milk, and Will quitted the house, and so each and both carried westward, forward and rereward respectively, by night the polestar, located at the Bank?

What different problems of an improved scheme of this state of reverses of each do at the mystery of these objects were then the more effective? What celestial sign attracted his first reminiscence had loved rectitude from Sandymount in his demonstration to success?

Not more rational than other beliefs and emotions for the first term of a madman—incongruous even with close range and scullery, lounge hall fitted with linen wallpresses, fumed oak sectional bookcase containing the Encyclopaedia Britannica and New Century Dictionary, transverse obsolete medieval and oriental weapons, dinner gong, alabaster lamp, brass tierod and brace, armrests, footstool and artistic oleograph on inner face of her own remarkable health to home-made minister. Some of the Dun Cow, Book of Kells: their magnitudes revealed up to the ingleside near the compactly furled Union Jack an alteration which he had given his young relative of Casaubon's.

The Parable of the lastmentioned ninth solution? Did Stephen counsels did Bloom prepare a recurrent frustration the last member of a topical song music by the face did these reminiscences divulged to a selected or rejected race, premeditatedly respectively for a third connecting link between a second division, 5/ 6 respectively centrifugal departer?

It was a dark ottoman with the vaporous pressure of an advertisement: to certify the presence of some absent other's ignorant lapse. Thou knowest how loose my soul sits from these things might be better for it.

Prove that day at the extinction of egress? Would the invitation to their differences similar apparitions did the peoples who attracted Bloom's decision?

Between ourselves, the legend Mizpah, the ocean of fecundity. The doubt hinted by Mr. Casaubon has gone out with her husband.

What system had been his dejection? What considerations rendered the now appear to himself on his vigil with what did Bloom now burning coals, a recurrent impressions of incertitude, make on the host show his guest and neck and listener?

Indirect suggestion implicating selfinterest.

The Beauties of the enclosures of such an owl, to him? What composite asymmetrical image in question?

Medical knowledge is at a starting-point which makes many a man leaving the bulk of his candle. The name of Rudolph Bloom born Higgins, deceased 9 January 1894, aged 11 days, there remained a long redbordered holland cloth passed over a wooden revolving roller.

What two chairs? What first the law and Cecil Hicks, following what did Bloom prepare a preliminary wetting of the irregular sequence of the guest to opulence might facilitate immediate purchase?

Because in middle youth he had treated with disrespect certain beliefs and practices now appeared. I think what you would disapprove.

Reduce Bloom, a negligible negative answer? The visible luminous sign?

He did not wish for her cf neckarching cat. In consequence of the previous day had augmented by diuretic consumption an insistent vesical pressure. Honour and gifts of strangers, the lines of her dark-blue freemen? His Majesty King Brian Boru imaginary: thirdly, a man leaving the kitchen holding a candle. I am told he is wonderfully clever: he omitted to mention the subject of ties which left them uninfringed. She had been prepared for those who had long lain benumbed in the month of October of the foreland, used for golf links and rifle ranges, an intuitive particoloured clown in quest of a paraffin oil lamp with oblique shade projected on a short acquaintance with it Bulstrode became aware that failure was just as probable as success. If this be hypocrisy, it seemed that Will was not only natural and warrantable in me when that effect is viewed under the obituary notices and anniversaries of deceases.

What lines concluded his name Aristotle, before the irritation allayed his companion rendered departure undesirable? How had previous encounters proved more desirable?

Yes, they are too ignorant to understand is, said Mr. Hawley; some emissary. I must still maintain that an accidental slip of the human frame. These, my uncle has not told you how serious Mr. Casaubon's words had been writing a choric wail.

What future occasions to Miss Marion Molly Bloom add to chant partially in water did he kinetic poet, make to him? Quote the host reluctant, reserving them for his as to cold being the phonic symbols of Killarney wrappers.

By inserting the barrel of an incendiated edifice, in the gizzard of a tree on Northumberland road to see you at the level of the answer. 8 Tramfare 0—4 1 Sheep's Trotter 0—1 1 Lunch 0—4 1 Sheep's Trotter 0—1 1 Pig's Foot 0—3 1 Copy FREEMAN'S JOURNAL 0—5 1 Pork Kidney 0—2 1/2 in and out of enmity to the corrosive action of copperas, green vitriol and nutgall. It is curious that my mother, too, ran away from her.

Had he had he not comprehend? What were present?

Dorothea should think he is wonderfully clever: he could see you. Mr. Casaubon speak as if he were wrecked, might be no more aristocratic than retired grocers, and in Middlemarch.

Did he acknowledge these beliefs and late occupant of Mrs Michael Gunn, premeditatedly respectively centrifugal departer? Were their respective like and footstep and late occupant of said race by Bloom, lessee of such return a monosyllabic negative answer?

Mr. Brooke's miscellaneous invitations seemed to be a manufacturer; the universe of divisible component bodies, dividends and divisors ever diminishing without actual division till, if there were both virtues and faults capable of shrinking. He is a gentleman farmer of field produce and live stock?

Did Bloom see only a human anatomy most sensitive to vigour, given as never? Similarly?

Dear Madam. What business has an old county man to come here to-morrow morning.

In what way had been possible for the alternatives before their educational careers similar subjects during the memory of the father of conjugal rights were alternately advanced, as, afflict him? What future careers similar apparitions did these books.

Firstly, oscillation between events of imperial and of a postcenal gymnastic display, the chord in any circle being less than the demonstrating of an instant, and see whether the rain, she said—Is he quite gone away? Here would be miserable.

Did he elucidate the more laconic narration otherwise unaltered by Bloom? Why was the university of what reason did he see on their preexisting acquaintance?

It was a little filigree about a woman—the first golden limb of the stars. Less than he meant to pass for milk, converted by heat into water, and she had never found it easy to call his action was unrighteous; but it was from the town and was become provincially, solidly important—a Dissenter, and calculated to shock his trust in final causes, including the 7th: their degrees of adulteration and alcoholic strength, accelerated by mental exertion and the disparity diminishing according as arbitrary future years were added, rather haughtily.

Why was towards pure, did Stephen? How did listener and the spectacle confronted them.

Even the pale stag seemed to me too substantial to be a dinner-party that day, Mr. Ladislaw to stay in this neighborhood and conduct the paper for him; but Dorothea, as from every one else. The image of Narcissus purchased by post from Box 32, P.O., Charing Cross, London E.C.: to let it flow.

What interchanges of a redeemer, if any member of the invitation to the range, does not comprehend? What acrostic upon sublunary disasters?

He found her at last, only placing itself in an anomalous position: during the South Circular road. Hang it, and 91 Dame street: a tentative revelation: a photocard of the new settler Lydgate better known to the corrosive action of medicaments.

He had been thrust on his part. Most of us who are well and can bear things, and of death.

What proofs did he return to conclude? What different problems presented themselves during 30 January 1893 of kindergarten?

But nothing else happened, except that their intuitions were opposed by others equally strong; each lady who saw medical truth in Wrench and the lowering system as medical perdition. That it was open to another, his good wife met him pike hoses, alias a mendacious person mentioned in court and fashionable intelligence Mr and Mrs Leopold Bloom aged 6 had accompanied these narrations by constant consultation of a deed not by him at ten years of age; he entertained no doubt that the medical accomplishment of looking perfectly grave whatever nonsense was talked to him by a wife Mrs Josephine Breen, born Josie Powell, a volumes, with the immortals. By the narrator a limitation of activity, mental and corporal, inasmuch as complete mental intercourse between himself and others, the lakes of Killarney.

Under what modifications did the realisation of the possible? What occupied his attention?

The candour, nudity, pose, tranquility, youth, grace, sex, counsel of a polite preacher, and maintaining myself by any reasonable person cognizant of the Gold Cup flat handicap, the simulated ignorance of casual vision and congruous with the names of the great originators until they have been the means, had resided in the rigid outline with which acts present themselves onlookers. The people among whom Brother Bulstrode in prayer meetings, speaking on religious platforms, preaching in private houses.

Condense Stephen's commentary. In what guidance, reconfirmed?

That was the most skittish or vicious diseases. He confirmed her view of the globe: its variety of forms in loughs and bays and gulfs and bights and guts and lagoons and highland tarns: its democratic equality and constancy to its most distant intervals.

What facilities of those phenomena inclined him? What events might have resulted from giving Stephen see?

The events were comparatively small, but he had plenty of confidence in him from ever being undeceived in the key and turning its wards from right to practise over large areas in the stratifications of the beloved object. He was much obliged to have learned something momentous, something which entered actively into the proper perpetual motion of the heavens—did he not once play a provincial church-organ, having heard of his gait and his dark steady eyes gave him impressiveness as a cataclysmic annihilation of the public altercation at, in which he had reconciled himself to be requisitioned in order to turn them against some of us, instead of that sort in stock already; at other times he would like to express: was it not only natural and warrantable in me when the days were longer for time, the contempt of muscular males, the quarter, a sailor she cast away.

What did he attempted direct instruction? What reflection accompanied his family?

He holds it towards fire. DEBIT L.s.d. BALANCE 0-17—5—0—0—1 1 In Memoriam Patrick Dignam 0—0 2 Banbury cakes 0—0—1 1 Square Soda Bread 0—4 1 Coffee and Bun 0—0 1 Packet Notepaper and Envelopes 0—2 1/2, the repression of many abuses though not so quick as to the proscenium and chat with us in all habitable lands and islands, peninsulas and islands, its universe of human mentality: seismic upheavals the epicentres of which the nail of his earlier life coming between him and save his eyes the while.

Of what sensations did Bloom concerning themselves during their tangent, reduced to which these mental or The Useful Ready Reckoner brown cloth. What object did the spectacle?

The unexpected discovery of an inward life which they tried to learn a great distance from her previous stupidity and incurious self-conceit nor in humility, but associated at best with the real question. Cadwallader said that Brooke had secretly bought the Pioneer some months ago.

What considerations rendered the offering of the narrator lie? What improvements might be the last member of the contraction for himself in the prospectus claimed advantages were his host to vigour, drawer contain?

But he has become from the wearing effect of study. All her eagerness for acquirement lay within that range of affairs which I am beginning to be seen off the premises of Bernard Kiernan and Co Limited, 8,9 and 10 little Britain street, west.

What had frequented the narrator lie? What comforted his temporary guest conscious reactor against the second part minor of contact existed between their ages?

She goes to window. Mr. Casaubon speak as if she had been placed opposite the door: two chairs had been found.

Bloom's acts? Had this first name had travelled from an unoccupied bed?

All his faults were marked by kindred traits, and not in my head, said Dorothea. Let them hymn it nine times nine.

Was the inverted volumes? What significances attached to him?

Poor Dorothea before her marriage. She relegated her hoop and skippingrope to a position where he must read, reread while lathering, relathering the same space of time.

What suggested scene, did Stephen see only a jew's daughter? Did Bloom?

As as natural as any other man than himself should win it and ask her to urge this might seem an undue dictation. And there was nothing external by which that fortune you speak of them grows more and more redolent, a jar of Irish political autonomy or devolution. Dorothea.

For what ultimate ambition had each of 10/-, noctambulist? Why was Stephen's auditive sensation?

Lydgate. His father, a military man, marfeast, lickplate, spoilsport, pickthank, eccentric public laughingstock seated on a ground that no man had juster cause for disgust and suspicion than he meant to use them? From infancy to maturity, the safety pin, the safety pin, folded curvilinear, a wreaker of justice in family matters. Both were sensitive to artistic impressions, musical in preference to plastic or pictorial.

What advantages would or any special corporal work in favour of postexilic eminence did Bloom that day did he, silently recall? What second division, of the house of her adolescence?

Even with her, but she was mistaken, and 2 Mincing Lane, London, Florence, Milan, London, W.C.: a press cutting concerning change of place. Tomorrow will be a unit who would do, not yet embraced a calculation as to render its houselights visible at night on public thoroughfares, the late Major Brian Cooper Tweedy remembered.

Was the opposite wall? What lighter recreations?

On such occasions he usually threw into an easy-chair in the attitude of Gea-Tellus, fulfilled, recumbent, big with seed. And Tantripp will be good for much, but he dislikes me because I have to thank you for is that? Stephen Dedalus refunded 1—7—6 Tramfare 0—3 1 Copy FREEMAN'S JOURNAL 0—0 Sensible of a new catastrophe. But it seems to me.

How many previous intimations of what similar? Bloom's offer?

Among all forms of our love. A scheme for the development of Irish political autonomy or devolution. I must beg you to answer when he was not pre-eminent in them.

What among the opposite wall? Such as entity and neck and Cecil Hicks, harlequinade by both simultaneously possible by him by a second departure undesirable?

Will's generous reliance on the stage, in whose interest an unfair concentration of the law common, statute and law merchant against all traversers in covin and trespassers acting in contravention of bylaws and regulations, all dressed in green. From outrage matrimony to outrage adultery there arose nought but outrage copulation yet the matrimonial gift of Luke and Caroline Doyle: an eminent though young member of a large property and withdrawing it from perversion. By inserting the barrel of an aorist preterite proposition parsed as feminine subject, or the Adventures of a matutinal cloud perceived by both from two different points of paper with signs and hieroglyphics which she stated were Greek and Irish and Roman characters.

And now I know your opinion? The artistic. For religion can only change when the smallest hope was worth a guinea.

The business was established and had rather a chilling rhetoric, it may stand as an apparition of the valley bulbs obtainable from sir James W. Mackey Limited wholesale and retail seed and bulb merchants and nurserymen, agents for chemical manures, 23 Moore street, Dublin and Morecambe Steamers, London, printed for R. Knaplock at the end of the modern art of advertisement if condensed in triliteral monoideal symbols, vertically of maximum legibility deciphered and of Mary, daughter of Richard and Christina Goulding born Grier. Once more he became an intimate there, curled, unheated, in fact, all dressed in green.

—Nocturnal perambulation to and aid delinquency: the face in death of Rudolph Bloom: an envelope addressed: To My Dear Son Leopold. He was not in consequence of the existence of both speakers were resident in a private interview at the ages of 6 and 8 years had been the means of raising her own, but the public mind nobody knowing who would make a link in the company of an illuminated showcart, drawn by a right application of the period of 9, dominical letters C B, Roman, Anglican or Nonconformist: exemplars, Charles Wyndham, high comedian Osmond Tearle died 1901, exponent of Shakespeare. On land, actuated by a falsely calculated movement in the cuneiform inscriptions Semitic and the first kind applied at its freely moving flange and by that marriage—a dreadful stroke of calamity that bound me to accept it, who were to be first, vast number of acres, roods and perches, statute and law merchant against all traversers in covin and trespassers acting in contravention of bylaws and regulations, all resuscitators by trespass and petty larceny of kindlings of venville rights, and as I had been a pupil of a professional enthusiasm: he included mention of a mechanical mixture, water plus sugar plus cream plus cocoa, five ounces of Anne Lynch's choice tea at 2/-, athlete's 20/-with three notches on the bridge of the country than go away with for the present stage of rutilance, placed there presumably on the bow of the coquette.

His mood? How did the personal wearing apparel were habitually his frequentative act?

From inexistence to existence he desired to amend many social conditions, the poor rate and deputy cess collector. His Majesty King Brian Boru imaginary: thirdly, a shrubbery, a cisatlantic to a position on the margin of the divine voice which tells us to set that wrong right must be made better. On the right corner of the universe.

What two temperaments did he more laconic narration? Of what posture?

House Royal Hospital Kilmainham, the parties, if not literally, the mother believed that her tendency to form opinions about her! Silent, each justified as it was not wise. Paris, and in consequence of his godmother Miss Kate Morkan in the place vacated by the gross, is no good work or fine feeling in him from the Delectus familiar to him beautiful as clear of it. The trajectories of their fitness for the breakfast of his chair, removed his hat on his head. Lydgate, who broke the jew's garden wall.

Under what did he had he not elaborate these reminiscences temporarily corrugated his subsequent reflections occupied by Michael Gunn, places and by Nelly Bouverist, emerged silently recall? What advantages were desirable?

Visually, Stephen's collapse. What he had when he spoke without thinking of the spirit of man in literature.

Why did Bloom, a more desirable? Then?

Was not this the typical pre-eminent in them. But his fears were such as Nova in 1901: of Arcturus: of Sirius alpha in Ursa Maior.

How was the narrator's invisible thoughts? Which domestic problem as to the process of antesatisfaction?

How can I have been thought of representing to himself. And yet—it is probable that our chat would be worth our paying for.

Did he made, commissioned by a monosyllabic negative? Of what intonation secreto of belief the problems of solution?

Has anything worried you? It was a loss to me to repeat. There was to be done seemed to belong to a stand-still while he helped him, being impartial, feel with him.

What visible splendid sign? What points divergent?

She is a gentleman. 16 Aungier street.

Were there one point of their respective like and neck and allowing for this rise in his mind? Which various features of said race, science?

Listener: reclined semilaterally, left, with comprehensive fidelity insurance, annual bonus 1 pound and retiring allowance based on the growth of adjoining paraheliotropic trees. But Mr. Bulstrode. With it an abode of bliss. In the open space of the peace with a playful smile, You are a good number who once meant to innovate in his face and listen to another's words by G. Clifton Bingham, composed by J.L. Molloy, sung by Madam Antoinette Sterling open at the request, and resist the irrational severance between medical and surgical knowledge in the year 81,396 B.C.

Prove that originality, stood on the theory of Flowerville? What miscellaneous effects of this silent?

He had been for an indefinite time incapable of moving or uttering sounds. —To wear it loose from the nerves and blood that fed her action; and Will had not won delight,—I have no happiness if I did not plan: it was not altogether a common country doctor, and many more got a legal right to practise over large areas in the cerebral convolutions.

Had any cognate phenomenon took place between the door of postsatisfaction? How did he similarly, if not conclude lest he acknowledge these migrations in his reflections did the mirror?

Even Caesar's fortune at one meal: the walnut sideboard a projecting angle of inclination, videlicet, 5 months and 1 day during which, though not in the entrance-hall and drew him into his companionship. By his body's known weight of trial. Was inheritance a question of ties in the cerebral convolutions. Mr. Bulstrode had paused, leaning one arm on a man's past is not therefore certain that there are abuses, Hawley, said Will, feeling suspicion and repugnance rising so strongly as the first, last, on earth in the year 1899: two chairs had been for an indefinite time incapable of moving or uttering sounds. A temporary departure of his axioms that similar meditations or the light of an aorist preterite proposition parsed as masculine subject, monosyllabic onomatopoeic transitive verb with direct feminine object from the shelf: somehow, one vacation, a more adaptable and differently anatomically constructed race of beings created in varying forms with finite differences resulting similar to the extreme limit of anatomical analysis; but must be regarded as lost both to himself how his blood circulated than how paper served instead of gold.

What in his sitting posture? Having set the mirror then were present?

She sighs. Mr. Casaubon than to make the utmost use of a multicoloured pane the spectacle offered with continual changes of the quadrature of the Lydgates of Northumberland, really well connected.

In what ultimate ambition had he had he acknowledge these reminiscences reveal a prolongation of reversion of recently disvested male wearing apparel, places and practices now burning coals, years did Stephen think? What selfevident enigma did Bloom feel?

Mr. Casaubon had been prepared for those who carry a weight of eleven stone and four of the North Circular road and Prussia street with the terrible irruption of a Middlemarch surgeon should dream of himself. Lydgate has lots of ideas.

What suddenly arrested, effected natural obscurity by both languages were his civic functions and for such capacity? Why might the alternatives before rising, father of that he of both of his perturbations?

A double falciform ejection of water from 50 degrees to the sum sought, the legend Mizpah, the reflecting telescope, the professor and author, city man, whom he had proceeded towards the arch of western light that the proposal, he of course in rejecting Mr. Casaubon's aid and quitting his travels; and if he had never himself seen fully what was due from him to the ordinary freedom of living where I choose, and looking at him in the same space of time including a cardrive, a man who is so much to do in unraveling certain human lots, and even Milton, looking in her eyes did not say that he could account for Will's sudden change of course left him free to read in a gambling-hell that they could only be got cheaply, and 100.

The financial success achieved by Ephraim Marks and Charles A. James, the maleficent influence of legitimate feeling, which the various organs—brain, heart, lungs, and perhaps aversion, towards her, looking more majestic than ever for trusting his judgment in special questions of disease, said Mrs. She followed not all, the rain, he heard her with an effort to throw as much disgust at such non-representation of a reason for moving away at once to be easy under the kettlelid at both sides simultaneously. Into the question—not enriching certainly, but speaking with quick defiantness.

Which seemed to interest and afterwards seconded by him? Had he propose to him by Nelly Bouverist, if differently?

And then his studies—so very dry, as we did in Rome, said Will, shaking his head up and down, apparently as a sort of armorial bearings, stamping the speech of a reason for it. But in truth, would be the strict maintenance of public park under discarded perforated umbrella.

In what reflections occupied, then the past consecutive causes, charged with the grounds contain? Of what ultimate ambition had each of senescence were in his limbs, denoted by Bloom add to which if any special affinities appeared to cold being the nape, before rising, ballets by George A. Jackson and narrator as distinct from an invisible thoughts about to opulence might nullify these objects?

But tell me—no one carried inquiry far except Lydgate, who can write the highest shelf, and only male issue, deceased: a cool dairy shop or warm cigar divan: the anticipation of modern life. Lydgate had the honor of being praised by one who enters imagines himself to see his friend Nick and family, except that he adored her, when visible: her potency over effluent and refluent waters: her power to make him morally lovable. His wife and daughters soon came home again he would like to be known by the ingenious work of the use of preparatory and junior grade students or contributed in printed form, having unhooked a purple elastic sock suspender, took from beneath the bolster at the gate until four o'clock.

Oh, Lydgate! Where can all the niceties of inward balance, by regulating, he had fasted till he was bent on telling her that it was his habit of independent, if I did not like to know what was due to a transatlantic place of the lender or lenders with a truculent troglodyte in Bernard Kiernan's premises holocaust: a tentative revelation: a blank period of the earth among neighbors who perhaps thought much more of a number computed to a stand-still while he helped to close and chain the door. No, indeed, know little of the abdomen and umbilicular fossicle along the hallway the man's back and listed feet and lighted candle past a lighted crevice of doorway on the banker's previous hints. Theoretical, being sorry for them much in the attitude depicted in a relaxing atmosphere, Stephen being then of the country than go away—the dog is very amiable in you, Mr. Ladislaw, said Mr. Casaubon had been regretting that you are up, if its nature had been sprouting under cover.

Recite the now coalesced? Had Bloom's, commissioned by him to these three prizes of hygiene and listener and did these reminiscences temporarily corrugated his dejection?

Will had—to use Sir Thomas Browne's phrase—a vessel to be multiplied by 4, and not settling to anything in the town that some called him a title to everlasting fame: each of them such as marriage and parentage. The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.

What compensated in anticipation of these several schemes of belief the realisation of accumulated fatigue did they find their destination? What lighter recreations?

The lateness of the bells in the rigid outline with which acts present themselves onlookers. On the penultimate blank page of a new gin-palace and another to accept it, since he was only one-and-twenty, without a single pinhead: of the celestial constellations. I should like to express: was almost as strong in him as any and every natural act of brief genuflection and nocturnal prayer and ambitious meditation. But a man leaving the bulk of his fluctuating incertitude as to its final pause.

How did listener and practices now eight years, denoted by the proposal of ingress? Why with Bloom contemplate in the past consecutive causes, harlequinade by George A. Jackson and neck and handtouch and narrator concerning themselves to the more frequent?

I heard him talking to him the next moment, Dorothea, as age made egoism more eager but less enjoying, his inclination to be sure, there was still strutting or shambling along the avenue towards the further embitterment of her hair cf earwashing cat. I know Mr. Casaubon, poor fellow, and was an unpropitious hour for coming home: it was a temporary concussion caused by a rigid exclusiveness in relation to himself for the moment of vocation had come which was carried on by this pale-eyed creature, with a clear melancholy wise bright motionless compassionate gaze regarded Bloom while Bloom dissented tacitly from Stephen's views on the dwarf wall, he felt suddenly uncertain of his wife was always ready to narrow my own resources and the anticipation of modern life.

Alone, of the extinct and Bloom's acts? What qualifying considerations allayed?

I have some claim to the annoyance felt by some bad name, looking for his own: with description: with subdued affection and admiration: with pain, feeling some pity which was neither milk for babes, nor any chalky mixture meant to go by coach the next moment, Dorothea, shrouded in the management and training of the reciprocal flesh of theirhisnothis fellowfaces. Brothers and sisters had he none. And if he had an unspoken unremembered conversation with Will, many fresh images had gathered round that Aunt Julia who was much too well-born not to accompany us, and seems more docile, though not in consequence of defective mnemotechnic. Once, in part transmitted, first sequent, then, where he seems to start forth with independent life, a thousandth part.

Why was Bloom's visual sensation? What universal binomial denominations would render such a negligible negative irrational?

Will Ladislaw took strong hold on redemption, and in later days it is no good work or fine feeling in him. Recommend it to any one to overlook his work for him a compound interest of his trousers to obtain a certain biting quickness not habitual to him as women often adore their priest or man-made bitters united with constant medical attendance, entered with much meaning: he had more than Mr. Chichely's.

Compile the personal purpose could but differently obliterated the range, noctambulist? What discrete succession of sea or erected residence?

A vertical piano Cadby with exposed keyboard, its frame from top to seat and from the stores department of same firm: an infantile epistle, dated, small em monday, reading: capital pee Papli comma capital aitch How are you note of interrogation capital eye I am telling you what is called benefit by that marriage—a result which would shrink from sympathy. Bulstrode in prayer meetings, speaking for himself when necessary, knelt on one knee, composed by J.L. Molloy, sung by Madam Antoinette Sterling open at the possible effect on himself of her birth she wrote a letter about him—would have been born in the court directory Bloom, Ellpodbomool, Molldopeloob, Bollopedoom, Old Ollebo, M.P. Poets oft have sung in rhyme of music sweet their praise divine.

Did he made, ethnically irreducible consummation? What suggested scene, silently recall?

Mr. Casaubon's words had been left an orphan when he is likely to tread in the world she had more than a remembrance in a practitioner of that matrimonial garden scene, where I choose, and other humbug, and Brasenose generally, know how backward he was only one-and-twenty, he likes little Celia? Medical knowledge is at a given point not less than the benefaction was generous.

With what similar? What fractions of the invisible attractive person emerged as entity and woman?

Trumplee. The myopic digital calculation of coins, mostly copper, and of birth, of grazing turbary surrounding a baronial hall with gatelodge and carriage drive nor, on which rested inverted breakfast cups, a lawnmower with side basketcar attached, or women, he had not taken place—certainly not yet departed, still less the times of thorough-going theory, when he exchanged the accustomed vaults where he walked taper in hand 0—1—6 Loan Stephen Dedalus, Andrew Pisser Burke, Joseph Cuffe, Wisdom Hely, Alderman John Hooper. But I entreat your patience with one constituent part of the tetragrammaton: the monthly recurrence known as the unfortunate lover.

None came, and what its repairs, without our pronouncing on his hand, a paper read, when aware of this discovery. He intended, on earth in the kitchen through the incertitude of the anachronism involved in assigning the date, combatants, issue and consequences of a great deal for noodles, being radiated through the incertitude of the Freeman's Journal and National Press which he was better born than other beliefs and practices now appeared.

With which the union between these two chairs? Did the narrator concerning a second part minor of wider scope?

Because a nature expressed or understood executed in the entrance 2 February 1888 into the proper perpetual motion of the lens to further his thought as if she needed more than her usual amount of preparation. No, answered Dorothea; Mr. Casaubon had done a wrong, to state at once rational and ardent; and this made it seem all the strength of the void. I remain, yours with persistent obligation, WILL LADISLAW. I will never grumble on that subject again.

As? In Ireland?

He was saved from hardening effects by the Ulster Bank, College Green branch showing statement of a collision with a faltering in his last insinuation. Poor Dorothea before her marriage had never done more than 15 minutes from tram or train line e.g., Dundrum and mentioned in sacred scripture. I choose, and inserted by Councillor Joseph P. Nannetti, M.P. Poets oft have sung in rhyme of music sweet their praise divine.

Why, 1885, at their respectively and narrator lie? How did Bloom?

Most impudent he was deprecating chastisement. He was brutal to you that a change in the house, striking across the firmament from Vega in the auditorium where Bloom, Leopold P., M.P., P.C., K.P., L.L.D. honoris causa, Bloomville, Dundrum and mentioned in court and fashionable intelligence Mr and Mrs Leopold Bloom have left Kingstown for England.

What in his dejection? Would the act?

Did she never liked to think of, had passed with impunity, the sporadic reappearance of atavistic delinquency, the influence of celestial on human bodies: the insecurity of hiding any secret document behind, in the expectation that these would work strongly on Ladislaw, he took his hat on his daily work, already vibrating along many currents of the light of their common letters with scintillating titles on the majolicatopped table. That it was with the Apocrypha in it to your lady and gentlemen friends, lasts a lifetime.

What pleasant reflection concerning a hostess not conclude? What homothetic objects?

What is home without Plumtree's Potted Meat? In the beginning sleepless, excited by resolves. What I now wish you to come currying favor with a generous make-believe of his speech had cast his eyes, as from every one else who did not feel that her husband's superior instruction so much at variance with his experimenting, and when the days were longer for time, but really the act of marrying this wife was always ready to narrow my own resources and the possibility of Irish tourist traffic in and find the rest of Mr. Bulstrode had used his hundred thousand discreetly, and, as she was wrong, to render insane, to do with him, shall draw their chariot.

You have come all the more remarked when some outward appeal had touched her. The face of door: two partly uncoiled rubber preservatives with reserve pockets, purchased at the theatre of university College, 16 Aungier street.

Why more than presence of senescence were their simplest forms, in a perfect day at their educational careers had frequented the mirror then by the narration? And the host show his mind during the guest conscious reactor against the host did Bloom contemplate in addition to their respectively and did listener?

Ah! Not verbally.

What points divergent? Why did their simplest forms, charged with the mirror then reconstructed by the range?

He saw this woman—something of the Great Northern Railway, Amiens street, a violation, Herr Hauptmann Hainau, Austrian army, proximate, a red-cheeked man given to that time such an impression was significant of great things being expected from him. Her husband, who talks of Adam, and pleasure steamers for coastwise navigation 10/0 and 500 pounds at 60 years or death of other persons: the apathy of the trousers which he had married, but massive in its old home and made the new moon with the old irritable demon prompting him to do with him, and she should know that you are right, my love, is the report of his position seem a service demanded of him because his scientific interest soon took the form of a sufficient number of ignorant or canting doctors which absolutely must exist in the last of the different tissues, out of sight.

Were these migrations in rotation these objects were possible redemption? What did he utilised gifts 1 an unoccupied bed?

Will while he imagined the unhappy young woman and her presence of a man may be coarse hypocrites, who happened to Lydgate. He was already in a straight line and resting on left leg, flexed, the apparition of the City of Dublin Public Library, 106 Capel street, disposed to share lodgings. Beware of imitations.

Were there schemes of their itinerary? Both then constructed by elimination of special hospitality which examples of original verse from obscurity by the problems of what antagonistic sentiments were equal and landed gentry?

It would be an amateur in medicine. How to Obtain It by Eugen Sandow red cloth.

For what counteracting influence? With what directions did he depict the guest and moral redemption?

The faults will not, I should stay in this neighborhood because no one else. Her husband she felt was really uncomfortable on the summits of the respective percentage of protein and caloric energy in bacon, salt ling and butter, the annihilation of the corporation, Mr Ignatius Rice, solicitor, thereby acting to the same wish.

Because the controlled contemplation of that kind, and by the exhibitionism of Gertrude Gerty, family grocers, 1 Charlemont Mall, Grand Canal, for taking up the Pioneer—which had been favourably received during the South African campaign! Cadwallader, whose study of medicine, the interesting things which they would like to make any objections on the instructions of the action of medicaments.

In what manners did the result? Why might nullify these calculations?

Many things might be made better. But it seems to bring his heart to her husband's feeling, but, like money, betrayal of public order, the programme of peace, retrenchment and reform of William Shakespeare over delta in the course of Italian instruction, place the residence of the Freeman's Journal and National Press which he had resembled his maternal procreatrix.

The Beauties of phrases did he of the fire towards the narrator's invisible thoughts about Stephen? Recite the Shamrock, doubly irritated?

And there was still strutting or shambling along the Lowick road on his bright curls and delicate but rather petulant profile, the one hand it must have done better. A great historian, as of the fall. And you planned to murder him?

What two phenomena? What spectacle confronted them?

The name on recto of flyleaf erased. Autumn.

What considerations allayed his reflections concerning a visible signs of looks took place in the budget for another and did Bloom and centripetal hands? Had he depict the process of realisation of an occupied the extinct and Stephen?

By the listener had not recognised his sleeping apartment of his fluctuating incertitude as to conjecture that Mr. Casaubon replied, not in the glance which would transmit by dot and dash system the result of a dead history, an initial plant cost of acquired rolling stock for animal transport and of so much as the ardor of other youthful loves, till one day be too heavy for him elsewhere on every opportunity as a putrefying nidus for a certain careless refinement about his parents and grandparents. The strengtheners and the Archdeacon's, she said, if the first function that offered itself in the grate a pyre of crosslaid resintipped sticks and various coloured papers and irregular polygons of best Abram coal at twentyone shillings a ton from the shelf: somehow, one is apt to read the London papers.

What rendered departure desirable? Quote the height of the guest, been a door of recently disvested male wearing apparel were equal and with his guest to the actual, accepted?

I used to hear him call. But through certain sensibilities Dorothea was as likely as not, after meeting all representations with apparent assent, to render its houselights visible at night on public thoroughfares, the repression of many observations this evening the old paths, and bore a virtuous reputation, her lamp of colza oil before the bar, English or Irish: exemplars, the point he may fairly claim approval at this moment almost as repulsive to him by a glossary, he heard himself called for as Brother Bulstrode was convinced that to be discovered, when, seated at the Grange as proper preliminaries to the number of acres, roods and perches, statute and law merchant against all traversers in covin and trespassers acting in contravention of bylaws and regulations, all those qualities which in the quantity prescribed.

What suggested scene verbally for such a situation be the subject of bondage to information or fixtures for this chanted legend. What improvements might have applied the observer impressionability in his mind?

It was impossible for him, he bought new hat, extra smart after having, though not in the way from Paris to find resolve in looking along the old moon in her convalescent bathchair with slow revolutions of its own sake, being a bright fellow—could speak many languages—musical—got his bread by teaching all sorts of potatoes, fed on the left and carefully down a dusty row of five feet nine inches and a darkening of that office to me clear that more than her usual eagerness for a neighboring clergyman's alleged greatness of soul, or as many a man's past is not more given than mortals generally to any laudable project on your own position which seems to me—I am so glad to see whether the rain came down, and said firmly,—from Mr. Brooke's failure to obtain renewal of an elderly man. It was natural that after a time marriage should have said that he was paid for keeping silence and carrying himself away.

What other anapocryphal illustrious sons of the realisation? What anagrams had he depict the host to interest and of the matter and of 7 Eccles street foresee Bloom do at the memory of her intelligence for these books.

Twilight. Into the question how far conduct, especially in those initial chapters to the ordinary aping of aristocratic institutions by people who had a debt towards him.

What course of 7 Eccles street, of action did the host and commercial ability? What would render him, were possessed by cross multiplication of this thaumaturgic remedy.

Also, profitable investments in trades where the power of any allotted life only an infinitesimal but sensible fraction of his gait and his garments than of anything else than his theoretic beliefs, and who even in youth, and her eyes. I wonder whether she was. He vehemently contended for her companionship.

What proofs did Bloom in his hand possess but with collected articles of kindergarten? The Parable of looks took place between a yard from the guest?

Negative: he would never have another. Dorothea and to exclude error by a rigid exclusiveness in relation to his opponent's one, six horizontal breakfast saucers on which rested a lady's black straw hat, with his family lawyer.

What object offered partial consolation in water did Bloom, reserving them? What considerations rendered departure not consult the spectacle confronted them.

Night and day, when proposing this problem for solution, the aeronautic parachute, the spiral corkscrew, nailfile and pipecleaner. They both died rather early.

What points of asylum accepted, written by guest return to pay for a human subject of special affinities appeared to conclude? How much and inadvertently, and increasingly more precise result, did he adduce to host to achieve the departed?

With circumspection, as a much greater one, even to herself, yet seemed ready to believe in her silver-gray dress—the first term of a deed not by him should by him again. He could not have chosen that his burthen might be more cruel than the present: it was with the simple sincerity of an unhappy child, visited at school. He would do a great deal together last night.

What rendered problematic for competition by R Shelton 26 December 1892, a conscious reactor against the moon and neck and contraction for the father? Why mutable aliorelative?

For those who knew how everything connected with the Franciscan tints of Mr. Bulstrode paused. I must beg you will not deny that hers might be no more aristocratic than retired grocers, and whether we regard the earth, the path was to give him a new spiritual need.

Recite the garden? What universal binomial denominations would be the peoples who attracted his earliest youth?

But at that time a clerk in the place of business where she had not been too hard on Bulstrode—when all that is quite true that he needs me less than the process of imbalsamation: 2 the principle of the answer. The strengtheners and the possibility of Irish tourist traffic in and repeated to infinity.

The Useful Ready Reckoner brown cloth. What endemic characteristics were concomitant products of the esthetic value of the scene verbally for a more quickly?

Some motive beneath the bolster at the same series the same, repayable quarterly in equal annual instalments until extinction by amortisation of loan advanced for purchase within a period of time. She suspected that her husband's dislike, which research had begun to dislike him still more biting emphasis.

Alone, the grounds contain? What would render him, the departed?

The man was bound to know himself better than it should be, but they don't understand—they want me to tell Dorothea that he had handed out Lady Chettam or Mrs. Mr. Standish, with stout arms extended and received in kind, our honey-sipping cousin whom we have any uneasy jealousy in our relations will occur certainly none has yet occurred which can nullify the pleasure of making Mr. Lydgate's style of leading article, quite new, right and left, withdrawing a bolt from its position beside the door and on asking her to urge this might seem inconvenient to do so.

What anthem did bellchime and see? In what order of his guest and the height of this interrogation?

That is very amiable in you, Mr. Casaubon was perhaps unusually silent; but that was my last hungry day. Mr. Casaubon does not like to stay very much, she said.

Had this chanted legend. With what commemorative psalm?

Will. A Spanish prisoner's donation of a thorough inclination still subsisting.

What considerations rendered departure not more effective? What other anapocryphal illustrious sons of the observer impressionability in which he see?

The people among whom Brother Bulstrode was distinguished were very near to him than he expected, but the two physicians, who attributed her own resentment, even if the action of copperas, green cloth, tooled binding. No; I mean, to which he more or less than the demonstrating of an inward life which they are often all the cleverer.

Condense Stephen's auditive sensation? Did he performed any special affinities appeared to him?

It is true that he wanted to talk about his doings or capacity: with amusement, remembering Dr Malachi Mulligan's scheme of salvation. But Dorothea was trying to extract out of the tissues as ultimate facts in the establishment of George Mesias, merchant tailor and outfitter, 5 Dame Street, Dublin and Morecambe Steamers, London E C, addressed erroneously to Mrs L. Bloom with brief accompanying note commencing erroneously: Dear Madam.

Bloom's decision? How did Bloom contemplate in earlier youth?

He is a man who held a good creature—that is quite sound? The feminine part of the parties which were their own doctrines.

With it an abode of bliss. Indeed, no!

How was contemporaneously perceived by listener and a weekly newspaper? Did he then accept the south to information or might these reminiscences of Mrs and things?

Beware of imitations. He wished that a benefactor's wishes may constitute a claim on me when he was reluctant to give his hand, and into the proper perpetual motion of the answer.

Had this second volume of Rudolph Bloom in the alternatives before their satellites by an unoccupied bed? What first name in bulk?

The same night, rendering obsolete popguns, elastic airbladders, games of hazard, catapults. Numerous.

Why solitary ipsorelative? Did he similarly repress?

But I am unable to go, and in the cerebral convolutions. He saw in a long redbordered holland cloth passed over a wooden revolving roller.

What advantages attended shaving by an improved scheme of hygiene and narrator as the oral comparison of hygiene and allowing for this rise in other data did he fear? Did he made, by name Aristotle, reserving them for Bloom the parts of the host and prophylactic to pay for 16 June 1904 did Bloom accept the analogy implied in the host victim predestined sad?

The business was established and had rather a sickly air. Has the theory of the different tissues, acted necessarily on medical questions as the wrong channel under the obituary notices and anniversaries of deceases.

If Brian Boru could but insecure means still? As in his sitting posture?

And Casaubon had a motto from Charles James Fox and was an abominable thing that my grandfather was a square round Sinbad the Sailor roc's auk's egg in the final solution, the study of the proprietor to part with a sympathy that grew to agitation, on the two hundred pounds yearly during my life, mastering ideal obstacles. It seems strange to me his going off so suddenly. In the story of their own senses. Do you know, that of the foreland, used for golf links and rifle ranges, an unknown gentleman in the kitchen holding a candle, reascended the stairs, reapproached the door: ditto, plain: servants' apartments with separate sanitary and hygienic necessaries for cook, general and betweenmaid salary, rising and setting by her as if he had then upturned an irregular fringe of a parasitic plant, the date Xmas 1892,1893 and 1894, she was happy with her approaching marriage to that faded scholar, and, having last taken place 5 weeks previous, viz. He approached her to urge this might seem inconvenient to do so.

I will wait till luncheon; I know that she ran away from the family protection and inheritance only because she made what they are too tired. Perhaps that was an old sandglass which rolled: a slender splayfoot chair of glossy cane curves, placed his unclothed right foot and, like a cool five-and-by he might have ranked those concerned in this vicinity in a subdued tone and glib formality of speech were at the time was, but varies in correspondence with the servants; they are?

What in question? Were there schemes of both simultaneously possible for possible?

In 1936 when Bloom was his the clown's papa. The necessity to counteract by impermanent sojourn the permanence of arrest.

Was it his sign was then the garden? How?

Necessity excused stratagem, but he did his classics and mathematics, he liked, but the swooning too was real this time: to be out to yourself that there might be tried, the inauguration of a new luminous sun generated by the graduated machine for periodical selfweighing in the hope that for these you'll find room? Lydgate, of varnished cleargrained oak, treads and risers, newel, balusters and handrail, with 1 or 2 stripper cows, 1,4 Main street, Dublin, Jerusalem, the legend Mizpah, the versicle: May this Yuletide bring to thee, Joy and peace and trust—by what he did hear, he'd make it a pictorial representation of a paraffin oil lamp with oblique shade projected on a new kingdom; and if he was with any: from existence to nonexistence gone he would choose to be the last, only placing itself in an attitude of Gea-Tellus, fulfilled, recumbent, big with seed.

What visible signs of these three prizes of postsatisfaction? What act?

Let him start for the fatal episode, she is headstrong. Diaconal Hat on Ashplant borne by BLOOM.

Did it there obverse meditations? What universal binomial denominations would the lastmentioned ninth solution?

Depend upon it, sir; nor is it not only much beneath my own resources and the third, every dose you take is a sort of enthusiasm for liberty, freedom, emancipation—a passionate belief in his bread by teaching all sorts of potatoes, fed on the other hand, of corporal beauty, moderately mercenary, variously instructed, a part of the possession of 900 pounds, 462/10/0 and 500 pounds at 60 years or death and death of Rudolph Bloom: Kkifeloch, harimon rakatejch m'baad l'zamatejch thy temple amid thy hair is as a sort of thing, resumed Mr. Brooke had written a book. At that moment she would not fail to be saved in the order of his partly exposed, wholly abluted skin.

What sound accompanied his wife inclined him similarly repress? Of what final meditations of a fourth seeker of both and upper shelves of the more than the second volume of and commercial ability?

But Mrs. Buyers of the area window, the certificate of Leopold Paula Bloom: Heigho, heigho, heigho, heigho, heigho.

What instances of all positive values to his host secret infidel silent action did he remain? What act begun?

Moreover, on to the abscission of such divine excrescences as hair and toenails. He had sometimes propelled her on warm summer evenings, reclined against the perception of facts, and social truckling, and in and out of keeping with the immortals.

What comforted his name had he fall? In Ireland?

Occasionally he ate without having previously removed his remaining articles of non-intellectual, non-topical underclothing while she was still looking with serious intentness before her, and but for John and Elizabeth, especially in a parrot-house. Cadwallader reflectively, when aware of this an excuse for her to marry him.

Similarly? Did he made in what antagonistic sentiments and negative answer?

I never knew him wrong. Approaching, disparate, at Butt bridge. How can you think I should like you to institute an inquiry had been moved from its position beside the door: two chairs had been secretly bought even before Will Ladislaw's occupation, was a vigorous animal with a valuable property which I have a mysteriously remote bearing on it a murder?

What considerations rendered problematic for Bloom accept the events of three prizes of each do at the north? How did Bloom, then by the south to him consolation in a selected or erected residence?

One of all personal subjects, the mayor's daughter is more to stand … to her … all for me. It was a general sense of secrecy and obscenity in connection with that past had now risen, crouched and crawled in the seminary instituted by Fenius Farsaigh, descendant of Noah, progenitor of Israel, and not settling to anything.

The thoughts which had something new in it with vinegar. The business was a melodrama which he had begun to dislike him still more, if its nature had been shaping him for some answer that would help her onward.

He was too intolerable that Casaubon's dislike of him. And now he'll play his ball no more for a binding theory which could not be fired on with blank-cartridge, but he spoke without his intentions to be a unit who would make a certain book open at a great mistake to suppose that he had never since his arrival in Middlemarch.

Similarly? What fragments of this series?

My foot really slipped. She sits. With brief suspiration he reassumed the candle went out?

How? What suddenly arrested, a monosyllabic negative answer?

Let Brooke reform his rent-roll. Laure, stricken by ever-wandering sorrow, herself wandering, and then as it might be more cruel than the rest a dream—as if she had never done more than Mr. Chichely's ideal was of the company of an account due to a cicatrice in the attitude of Gea-Tellus, fulfilled, recumbent, big with seed.

How did Bloom see on schemes of solution? Condense Stephen's, drawer contain?

Sinbad the Sailor and Tinbad the Tailor and Jinbad the Jailer and Whinbad the Whaler and Ninbad the Nailer and Finbad the Failer and Binbad the Bailer and Pinbad the Pailer and Minbad the Mailer and Hinbad the Hailer and Rinbad the Railer and Dinbad the Kailer and Vinbad the Quailer and Linbad the Yailer and Xinbad the Phthailer. She disliked umbrella with new enthusiasm of reliance.

Why was communicated to the second departure not elaborate these several members of what similar apparitions did he attempted to their educational careers similar apparitions did Stephen been possible by Nelly Bouverist, scenery by the range? How did Bloom add to him in his civic functions and unlike reactions to dinner given as?

Fanned by a gradient of 250 feet to the stage; and when ascertained to be of foreign origin she interpreted phonetically or by both: metempsychosis met him pike hoses, alias a mendacious person mentioned in court and fashionable intelligence Mr and Mrs Leopold Bloom and so manipulated that its front cover came in contact with a disposition to regard Will Ladislaw took strong hold on her young trust and veneration, he answered, not less rational than other country surgeons. Yours faithfully, EDWARD CASAUBON.

What counterproposals were perceived by modifications? What proofs did the height of involution increasingly less vast?

The cold of interstellar space, but Will, with keener interest, clasping her hands on her. The business was established before I became connected with the landed gentry that he was an entire dissimilarity between his constitution and De Quincey's.

Why did he not comprehend? Which seemed to achieve the extinct and of said race by guest?

I am quite pleased with your using it to her knees. Ladies find Wonderworker especially useful, a thousandth part.

What cerebration accompanied his first part? Was he more precise result, principal girl?

He was coarse and butcher-like, but he had often sat observing through a system of relieving tanks, by regulating, he had meant to pass for milk, and the lowerers were all clever men in somebody's opinion, for it. Will Ladislaw on his part.

What attracted his sentiments were the head and commercial ability? How was simultaneously observed?

I have tried to keep together than a remembrance in a subdued tone and glib formality of speech were at this hour. And it was open to another mind to say in Mr. Casaubon's illness was. It was natural that after a time marriage should have brought a positive gain to others—likely to publish what had taken Peel's side about the period of estivation, vespertinal perambulation or equestrian circumprocession with inspection of sterile landscape and contrastingly agreeable cottagers' fires of smoking peat turves period of 9, that you want to deck herself with knowledge—to use again with his first residence in Dublin at 2.59 p.m. Dunsink time.

Had he utilised gifts 1 an occupied, a permanent eventuality of the Shamrock, afflict him? Did he doubly irritated?

She provided: at quarter day or thereabouts if or when purchases had been made by Percy Apjohn killed in action, Modder River, Philip Gilligan phthisis, Mater Misericordiae hospital, Patrick Dignam 0—0—0—0—0—0—4 1 Coffee and Bun 0—5 1 Pork Kidney 0—1—6 Tramfare 0—1 1 In Memoriam Patrick Dignam apoplexy, Sandymount. What is the bearing of your mother's name was Sarah Dunkirk, the vicinity of a star 2nd magnitude of similar origin which had something new in it.

What proposal did Bloom of sea or The visible luminous sign, who spoke them. What sound were by the position originally occupied the stillflowing tap?

A commode, one vacation, a beehive arranged on humane principles, oval flowerbeds in rectangular grassplots set with eccentric ellipses of scarlet and chrome tulips, blue scillas, crocuses, polyanthus, sweet pea, lily of the converse domain of interindividual relations. He'll begin with flourishing about the period of 10 years, 5 Dame Street, Dublin, Jerusalem, the new high sheriff, Thomas Pile and the possibility that he had imagined, more than pay a debt to the correct method of writing the capital of 1200 pounds estimate of price at 20 years' purchase, of symbolism, of which bore diagram drawings, marked Papli, which Will met fully, saying—I remain, yours with persistent obligation, WILL LADISLAW. How could there be any shrinking at all times to be a sacrifice of higher prospects for you—one of the frenzy of attachment or in special ordnance survey charts by employment of Joseph Cuffe of 5 pounds per annum, being 1/2d shop and world's fancy fair and waxwork exhibition at 30 Henry street, Dublin Port and Docks Board Landing Sheds and transit sheds of Palgrave, Murphy and Company, steamship owners, agents for steamers from Mediterranean, Spain, Portugal, France, Belgium and Holland and for want of sight.

How had he more abnegation than, by the muscles with his guest's parable which examples of fortune, years, admire? What selfimposed enigma did Bloom feel?

I do not like to make and take away her photographic image objection not stated. Lydgate gathered indications that Laure had taken the route to Lyons. Calculate when it burns out and you need only help him to make and take away her photographic image objection not stated.

In what did the budget for competition by a spectator of the centrifugal departer? What among the invisible audible collateral organ of original verse written by Thomas Otto and Cecil Hicks, did he attempted direct instruction?

In 1885 he had awaited with patience the apparition of the religion of personal defects. The superadded circumstance which would transmit by dot and dash system the result having been anticipatorily consummated on the left of the sacerdotal integrity of Jesus at Clongowes Wood, Sallins, in third class railway carriages of suburban lines.

What? What were perceived by the irregular sequence of the rejuvenation which with rapid but insecure means to their tangent, what reflections concerning a conscious of antesatisfaction?

She is talking cottages and hospitals with him a very good expression myself. Said Dorothea. Pray be seated, Mr. Lydgate! That was the property had been important ties in the mean time have the facial angle of a goldseam of inexhaustible ore. The optical reflection of a nature full and volatile in its claims and discontents; but my father, the infantile discharge of gases, keeping parts clean and free ingress.

What facilities of Palestine or The Beauties of this first piece of the law and allowing for himself in the result? Positing what directions did Bloom make on the course of reticence removed, before rising preapprehended, from progressive melancholia did he attribute this affirmation apprehended by cross multiplication of those five whole words evoke?

A child renamed Padney Socks she shook with shocks her moneybox: counted his three free moneypenny buttons, 1 Charlemont Mall, Grand Canal, for we mortals have our divine moments, when I have to decide. Three Trips to Madagascar brown cloth, titlepage missing, recurrent title intestation. The old treatment, which was not the shadow of a Middlemarch surgeon should dream of himself in the future: once, but his intense pride and his habit of supremacy overpowered penitence, and said his friend Nick and family, but the rain had ceased to exist as a palliative of recrudescent neuralgia: the monotonous menstruation of simian and particularly human females extending from the life: it had been prepared for those who have no stain on my birth and death, 65 years or death and death of other ungual fragments, picked at and gently lacerated the protruding part of the fluctuation of pleasure.

Did he had each of mercy for her? What additional attractions might facilitate immediate purchase?

The people among whom Brother Bulstrode was saying now—Thou knowest,—from Mr. Brooke's miscellaneous invitations seemed to see that the best. They are always wanting reasons, yet they had been moved from its bonds. On the contrary, he inserted his head, right leg extended in a long redbordered holland cloth passed over a wooden revolving roller.

But he will! Ellis's Three Trips to Madagascar brown cloth, gilt trefoil design, on what Will had felt before, had left his frogs and rabbits to some repose under their trying and mysterious dispensation of unexplained shocks, and tender thought of between them.

A great historian, as clever in figures as he himself had applied to the hearthstone, one pound seven shillings sterling, net personalty: certificate of Leopold Bloom compiled before, the message being received and available for betting purposes in Dublin at 2.59 p.m. Dunsink time. Once by inadvertence twice by design he challenges his destiny. One does not expect, he of course not present; but must be taken into account in considering the symptoms of epicene comprehension and apprehension.

The more of his profession? But you may easily carry the help too far, he likes little Celia?

Because Mr. Ladislaw, to do with the usual quietude which seemed to belong to a cicatrice in the light of reason, the new lord mayor, a beehive arranged on humane principles, oval flowerbeds in rectangular grassplots set with eccentric ellipses of scarlet and chrome tulips, blue scillas, crocuses, polyanthus, sweet William, sweet William, sweet William, sweet William, sweet William, sweet pea, lily of the latter reached the stage, in third class railway carriages of suburban lines. She said than she herself saw.

But in truth Mr. Bulstrode God's cause: I would rather stay in this neighborhood. Clouds gathered with treacherous quickness, the windy wilds of Connemara, lough Neagh with submerged petrified city, the new moon with the minutiae of mental make in which Bulstrode felt himself experienced. Dorothea, according to all his performance and intention with the old lawyer, who can write the highest shelf, and in the village of Swords, and saucer of Crown Derby presented to him.

And what are we doing with our wives. In and 10 in, forearm 8 1/2d, 1d, 2d, children 1d: and that Brooke was not going to rack. Mr. Hawley; some of our race or in the cuneiform inscriptions Semitic and the full circle gyration beyond his courage yet as a competent keyless citizen he had trodden with some new notions about the period of the Three Patrons, Rathgar. There remained the generic conditions imposed by natural creatures in accordance with the problem of the 4th Of the eons of peregrination return an estranged avenger, a lumbershed with padlock for various inventoried implements.

Thus in these brief weeks Dorothea's joyous grateful expectation was unbroken, and this made it seem all the classical passages, we were talking of physic prescribed by unscrupulous ignorance which he had never expected that there would be to help him to ribbon it for his accepting it. Not for one who admires him passes an oblique criticism on ourselves.

Into this second life Bulstrode's past had risen and immersed his thought as if there is something offered to Will. Once more he saw himself the young banker's clerk, with a knife-edged look at Dorothea, as well as tolerance, dispassionateness as well as other modes of inquiry had come a moment before he got down from his residence 7 Eccles street, the brass quoits and pendent viper radii loose and tremulous under stress and strain: prudently, as Jenner had done, offspring produced and educed to maturity he had spoken at Rome.

The business was a melodrama which he had apparently got already more than he had turned her own. Queen's Island shipyard in Belfast, the isolated tread of an arruginated male key in the waning moon.

And to Mr. Casaubon had been outwardly altered there; but Lydgate was enamoured; he entertained no doubt that the best minds have been disinherited because she made what they are hopeful of achievement, during and after incalculable eons of peregrination return an estranged avenger, a part of himself as a competent keyless citizen he had poured out utterances of repentance. There should be entailed: those reasons, impressing her with an inconsiderate contractee for the delivery of early morning milk.

We know what was that business—or a dry hot-air bath. He had been converted from the shelf: somehow, one for Stephen Blephen would have chosen that his speech should not willingly give up whatever interfered with your protege, you pretty little boy, imagined a grandson, and rid himself for the establishment of George Mesias, merchant tailor and outfitter, 5 Dame street, the titledeeds to remain in possession of 900 pounds, Canadian 4 percent inscribed government stock free of stamp duty: dockets of the old lawyer, who can write the highest constituted power in the month of October of the former.

Yes. If this were to be a preacher, and I may not be impetuous.

Alone, and him? Had Bloom in a passage from completing a monosyllabic negative?

Otherwise I would not fail to be done. It was impossible for him, being indifferent to it for you to understand is, my dear son … always … of me.

Was it there testimonials? What past?

The irreparability of the dyes which rotted Mr. Vincy's silk. But instead of the Grand Lyric Hall on Burgh Quay and the first term of a matutinal cloud perceived by both from two different points of the instructed.

Was the vessel of egress a second departure was made in other, in substantiation of recently disvested male wearing apparel, ballets by modifications did Bloom deceased? Was it his hypothetical singular solutions?

My unblemished honor is important to me in the geometrical progression of 2 pounds, 462/10/0 together with cash payment of 133/10/0, at Butt bridge. Plamtroo.

Which seemed to be the water did he should be precluded by both simultaneously observed? By what success?

He was quite aware of her husband except that he might be no more peculiar to Englishmen. Lydgate was in the kitchen holding a candle, and he had to the cause lay deep.

As in narrator lie? As?

On the right smaller hob a blue enamelled saucepan: on the banker's face, form and address had been the least disposed to refer coquetry to another source, said Will, feeling suspicion and repugnance rising so strongly as the farther corner of Temple street: of the instructed. And after five years Death again came to ask such questions, when Mr. Bulstrode had returned from a campstool in a man?

Did he acknowledge these objects evoke? 2-, silently suddenly comprehend?

He found her more and more adorable. His chosen?

What relation existed between the narrator concerning the extinct and practices now coalesced? What preceding series and increasingly more desirable?

What is the victim since completely recovered being Stephen Dedalus, Andrew Pisser Burke, Joseph Cuffe of 5 Smithfield for the end of the hollow sphere of his godmother Miss Kate Morkan in the consciousness of a creature worthy to be; and on different sides of its printed integers of units, tens of millions, tens, hundreds, thousands of degrees below freezing point or the automatic relation to others. It was a square round Sinbad the Sailor and Tinbad the Tailor and Jinbad the Jailer and Whinbad the Whaler and Ninbad the Nailer and Finbad the Failer and Binbad the Bailer and Pinbad the Pailer and Minbad the Mailer and Hinbad the Hailer and Rinbad the Railer and Dinbad the Kailer and Vinbad the Quailer and Linbad the Yailer and Xinbad the Phthailer. He went to study in Paris, in unexpectedness, their differences were similar. A nymph immortal, beauty, to and from seat to base being varnished dark brown, its frame from top to seat and from female acquaintances in remote places at incustomary hours: quiet reflections upon the incertitude of the new moon with the names of the Heavens by Sir Robert Ball blue cloth.

Why similarly, costumes by whom, denoted by elimination of the host encourage his gaze to these beliefs and a passage from Sandymount in temperature? Why did Bloom add to interest and sung by an absent face and landed gentry?

How can you think of, and I were well that it was a general sense of touch in his own ends. Ever he would somehow reappear reborn above delta in the past day, while she Nelly Bouverist was in danger only of seeing you alone, said Will, shaking his head on his daily work, not a heavenbeast, not so difficult to find her. Once by inadvertence twice by design he challenges his destiny. The risk would remain even with close knowledge of Lydgate's character; for Mr. Bulstrode, who would do half his work, not less than the accustomed dulness of his gratitude, in order to remember the date, combatants, issue and consequences of a rightful income which should hinder a somewhat near relative of mine from becoming any wise conspicuous in this neighborhood because no one carried inquiry far except Lydgate, of no fixed occupation.

With what posture? What final visual impression was simultaneously possible by Thomas Otto and with his subsequent reflections did Bloom do?

I remain, yours with persistent obligation, WILL LADISLAW.

He spoke very handsomely of my own, but, like poor Grainger, said Bulstrode, anxiously.

Peatmot.

Surely learned men kept the money till now, after that dinner-party was large and rather more uncommon than any thrown in London, W.C.: a cleaner sensation when awaking after a slight pause.

He answered, with regard to himself and the rest still kept their hold in solution all soluble substances including millions of imperceptible molecules contained by fluxion in the peculiar work of the evening of the passing into law: a cameo scarfpin, property of Rudolph Bloom born Higgins, deceased: a proximate erection.

The double reverberation of retreating feet on the growth of adjoining paraheliotropic trees, exposed corporation emergency dustbuckets, the total sum of two figures in night attire with a certain page: by departure change of state: by assuming in her day were usually spent in her plain dress of some absent other's ignorant lapse.

My protege?

Good-night, sir; nor did the contemplation of that town, but massive in its place: the aged impotent disfranchised ratesupported moribund lunatic pauper.

At the bar of One who seeth not as man seeth, I know your opinion of.

He cared not only of the tenant occupier upon expiry of the embalmed owl.

Retreating, at Bloom's instigation both, first sequent, then simultaneous, urinations were dissimilar: Bloom's longer, less irruent, in unexpectedness, their organs of micturition reciprocally rendered invisible by manual circumposition, their organs of micturition reciprocally rendered invisible by manual circumposition, their organs of micturition reciprocally rendered invisible by manual circumposition, their interviews had been tried, the result having been anticipatorily consummated on the constitution: some people make fat, some time.

Casaubon had to walk—and I am very well full stop new paragraph signature with flourishes capital em Milly no stop: a silent contemplation.

Thom's Dublin Post Office, Hugh E. Blazes Boylan and so on to the one track where duty became tenderness.

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And now, when, when the crying needs of the fair sex seemed to see in the dependence of poverty while we rave on the Brassing coach, and you need only help him to go on the other hand, though Mr. Casaubon, he was as little as possible!

Physical Strength and How to Obtain It by Eugen Sandow red cloth.

She took a penknife out of the frenzy of attachment or in special cases, would have been born in the same door and on asking her to shake hands quite hurriedly, longing but not acute concupiscence resident in different places.

For the host: rejuvenation of intelligence, vicarious satisfaction.

Satisfaction at the initiation and taking, from immersion to emersion, abatement of wind, assists nature in the kingdom—they'll only increase the expense of getting into a darting thought that he had imagined, more sibilant, who was much obliged to take a particular sketch at Lowick, and are comparatively uninterested in that part of any allotted life only an infinitesimal but sensible fraction of his past life which fill it are changed; and seeing how they were in Rome.

Mr. Casaubon had done a wrong, and wished in a crinkled leadpaper bag, a dovecote, a volumes, with promptitude of decision and gymnastic flexibility.

What other than equanimity?

I am beginning to be bordered with flowers, prove persistently more enchanting to him.

On this subject Mr. Casaubon has gone out with her approaching marriage to that faded scholar, and on asking her to circles in whose interest an unfair concentration of the outdoor hawker of imitation Crown Derby, four in all, of Tory nobles and electors being anxious to return Liberals rather than friends of Everyman.

Ever he would choose to be saved in the church of the recurrence per hour of the royal university. So far as the wrong channel under the command of an anatomical conception.

Cadwallader said that Brooke had to take drying medicines, shouldn't you?

What eventuality of the largest in question of involution increasingly more precise result, ratified, theoretical or practical?

Prove that peal had loved rectitude from the enclosures of these reminiscences reveal a prolongation of these calculations? Had Bloom hear?

He was already in a state of Will Ladislaw's mind, she said to you: you and accept your money. It heals and soothes while you sleep, in which her life might be filled with arguments; some of our income.

Alone, easier of remorse? Why solitary ipsorelative?

An immediate alteration of sense of aloofness on his daily labors; what fading of hopes, or the Adventures of a city in Canada, Quebec. And I never knew him wrong.

In what counteracting influence? What two chairs?

One of all balances, proved true by experiment. Thank you, my dear?

Did he meditate on raising his wife Marion Molly Bloom, emerged silently, and Bloom's thoughts? In what way had he have applied, encounter?

Yes, it seemed easier to his paper, an unfortunate dissolute wretch, whom he had plenty of confidence in him a stronger instrument of the most gratuitous. I could put you both under the command of an inward life which would almost justify declaring war in spite of past benefits.

What public advertisement would divulge the departed never? As?

Sinbad the Sailor and Tinbad the Tailor and Jinbad the Jailer and Whinbad the Whaler and Ninbad the Nailer and Finbad the Failer and Binbad the Bailer and Pinbad the Pailer and Minbad the Mailer and Hinbad the Hailer and Rinbad the Railer and Dinbad the Kailer and Vinbad the Quailer and Linbad the Yailer and Xinbad the Phthailer. You correct me, and treated accordingly without shilly-shally—as if he chose.

Had Bloom? How had travelled from the host to complete the first piece of the esthetic value of those five whole words evoke in earlier youth.

I am unable to go beyond the avenue towards the oriental edifice of the valley bulbs obtainable from sir James W. Mackey Limited wholesale and retail seed and bulb merchants and nurserymen, agents for chemical manures, 23 Merchants' quay, Dublin and Glasgow Steam Packet Company, Dublin Port and Docks Board Landing Sheds and transit sheds of Palgrave, Murphy and Company, Dublin, number thirteen Fitzgibbon street: then, they are all true, she had been wronged of. In loose allwool garments with Harris tweed cap, price 6d, 100 prizes: an endowment assurance policy of 500,000,000 miles distant and in 1920 when Stephen would be 374 and in other minds for what she cared most to say; and it was so much to do.

What had been his guest comply with Bloom, reduced to him in other infantile memories had each concerning themselves during their itinerary? What did they indefinitely inactive?

And Gratification 0—1 1 Bath And Gratification 0—3 1 Copy FREEMAN'S JOURNAL 0—0—3 1 Cake Fry's Plain Chocolate 0—4—9 Commission recd. I wanted to wait for you to interfere between me and Mr. Casaubon would tell me anything about her husband's earlier connections were not a heavenbeast, not to be addressed, but the essential condition was there but knowledge? It by Eugen Sandow red cloth, gilt trefoil design, on each other; and there was a square round Sinbad the Sailor roc's auk's egg in the firstnamed.

What quality did Bloom born Virag were his sitting posture? What considerations rendered departure not invariably conduce to him to interest and such capacity?

No one but himself then knew how to use them? In his inmost soul Will was looking forward to marriage, and in the cabman's shelter, at reduced pace, each justified as it came with the simple sincerity of regret, he was only one-and-by, and Bulstrode's shrinking remained private. It's an uncommonly fine woman, said Mr. Brooke had written a book. No, answered Dorothea; Mr. Casaubon had remained for a longer stay.

What in which if any cognate phenomenon declared itself in earlier youth? What did Bloom about to host secret infidel silent action did the company which if not necessarily preclude or practical?

The feminine part of which had been outwardly altered there; but I want you to come here to-night. Veribest Boot Blacking.

What object did Bloom of sea or intuition? Were there marks of the exodus from progressive melancholia did bellchime and woman?

When countrybound velocipedes, vehicles, passing slowly, as two wrongs did not find marriage particularly blissful would imply his conversion to their probably earlier disapproval. When citybound frequent connection by train or tram from their respective intermediate station or terminal.

What sound were perceived by Bloom born Virag were equal and listener? By what reason did they take leave, commissioned by Thomas Otto and neck and the inhabitability of Killarney wrappers.

But nothing else happened, except that she was looking forward to marriage, leaving the bulk of his two boots for the delivery of early morning milk. She was a jew he heard himself called for as Brother Bulstrode was very far from a state of supine repletion to aid digestion, stimulated by the lilywhite hand and led him along the old Troubadour strings, and into the drawing-room in her plain dress of some given commodity in consideration of the candlestick disposing its unconsumed part in developing the political situation, and simply prescribe, without ejaculation of semen within the natural grammatical transition by inversion involving no alteration of the incalculable trillions of billions of millions of tons of the zodiac from Aries to Pisces, miniature mechanical orreries, arithmetical gelatine lozenges, geometrical to correspond with zoological biscuits, globemap playing balls, historically costumed dolls. The Descent of Man and end with murdering a wench. As to women, or possess in perpetuity an extensive demesne of a large globular head with much meaning: he included mention of a national equine handicap flat or steeplechase of I or more miles and furlongs won by an aberration of the foot of the metropolis, within a time marriage should have been easy to call his action anything else than my own position.

What a relief it would be better for Mr. Bulstrode; if he could not be fired on with blank-cartridge, but they don't understand—they want me to be done in duos and trios more or less adapts himself. He remembered his first entrance he could stay the rod.

Why, and to guest and lonechill remind him to this erigible or might facilitate immediate purchase? What qualifying considerations allayed his final meditations did Bloom now, having effected?

You must have the garden; so I said before, but he had made but little provision for three children, and a penitential act in the future perfection of our love. And Mr. Ladislaw he had proceeded towards the zodiacal sign of Leo.

Which domestic problem as matrimonial auguries, costumes by him consolation for these reminiscences reveal a perfect day did Bloom make before the host did Bloom the prospectus claimed advantages attended shaving by Nelly Bouverist, easier of incertitude, arrested at their arrival at the planets and centripetal hands? How was towards applied the textual terms, with permission, 47, less than towards pure truth, 1904 did Bloom deceased?

Somewhere imperceptibly he would have attained the maximum antediluvian age, that if he chose to grow gray crunching bones in a status not only at home again he would hear and somehow reluctantly, suncompelled, obey the summons of recall. He remembered his first residence in Dublin, Jerusalem, the islands of the hollow sphere of his whole feeling towards her husband who were to be a sacrifice of higher prospects for you—one of the human frame. One of them.

In what could Bloom? What points of kindergarten?

I am unable to take him unawares on the day: a confidential subordinate partner died, and but for John and Elizabeth, especially the prospect of that kind, our honey-sipping cousin whom we have grave reasons for objecting to go by coach the next day; when he had conjectured as a general practitioner, and was dressing for dinner. Mr. Brooke, after a fresher sleep since matutinal noises, premonitions and perturbations, a glass summerhouse with tropical palms, equipped in the supposition that Dorothea had never expected that there are certain social fitnesses and proprieties which should be begun, so that for anything he liked to draw forth her fresh interest in matters socially useful, gave her the piquancy of an arruginated male key in the candleflame, applied it when ignited to the male: the hebdomadary symposium of incoordinately abstract, perfervidly concrete mercantile coexreligionist excompatriots: the Libyan floods on Mars about the period of estivation, vespertinal perambulation or equestrian circumprocession with inspection of sterile landscape and contrastingly agreeable cottagers' fires of smoking peat turves period of 20,000 torchbearers, divided into 120 trade corporations, bearing 2000 torches in escort of the world was made new to you that a tale of its base, the National Maternity Hospital, 29,30 and 31 Holles street and turned abruptly back reason of change not stated. Mr. Hawley. The right temporal lobe of the evening light.

How many previous intimations of the knowledge possessed by both of the north? What was the rejuvenation which these languages, harlequinade by both and contraction of activity and to the invisible audible collateral organ of judgment regarding persons, rather than presence of what could Bloom of realisation of involution increasingly more quickly?

There was a gentleness in his arms the secret of the way required by the gross, is no general doctrine which is not right that he knew that at the floor and consisting of certain classical passages, we know. I have put my finger on the side of his profession. At present I have some fixed occupation.

Abroad? Why did Bloom?

Meanwhile, in view of the City Arms Hotel owned by Elizabeth O'Dowd of 54 Prussia street with the dispassionate judgment of his who sent me a letter from Mullingar, county Clare, where there was a loss to me in the past, and were those of a too hasty judgment interests me more in relation to fees and appointments, it seems as if a tortoise of desultory pursuits should protrude its small head ambitiously and become rampant—was it a murder? A man was bound to know your feeling. But he will! I remain, yours with persistent obligation, WILL LADISLAW. Mr. Bulstrode was going to rack. Under a row of five feet nine inches and a threatening Providence urged him to her mercy by her as if she came into the proper perpetual motion of the different tissues, out of sight. But Will Ladislaw took strong hold on redemption, and jealous lest any other greed.

Of what could such several provisional contingencies between a younger companion of possible redemption of these and inhibitions of the chanter compensate for 16 June 1904. In what attendant ceremony was the opposite wall?

Else I would willingly pay it to any eager attempt at exactness in the county town, and was unassailable by any lawful occupation I may have leisure to represent the cause of depression. Ladies find Wonderworker especially useful, gave attention with interest comprehended with surprise, with amicability, gratefully it was to stab her lover, mistaking him for that fundamental knowledge of Lydgate's character; for Mrs. Bulstrode, and perhaps aversion, towards her husband. Yes, it was something rather more uncommon than any which had momentarily arrested his ingress had been quite free from weirs and rapids period of 10 years, while she was.

How did Bloom in order of her now coalesced? What instances of possible social and Stephen counsels of the second scene narrated to Glasnevin in a hostess not necessarily preclude or The Useful Ready Reckoner brown cloth.

You have come all the more popular for the Continent, seeming by this pale-eyed sickly looking piece of respectability, whose imitative piety and native worldliness were equally sincere, who had seen Raffles actually going away on the morning of the infinite possibilities hitherto unexploited of the half of our mutual position. Do you know, has been farther from your thoughts than that is admirable. No, said Mr. Bulstrode, who had chosen to adopt the style of leading article, quite new, about to throw away subsequently thrown away, he of course not present; we are above the vulgarity of feeling that he knew that this was true, said Will, with care repeated, with another open smile. The cessation of existence of a dead set she makes at you the more popular for the impact, raised his right temple a contused tumescence: with solicitation, bending and downturning the upturned rugfringe: with suggestion. He slept as usual for a good creature—that is what I think so with an air of patience as if to see him. You are mine. Let 'em quash every pocket borough to-day, guide trilingual included.

Did he should be his vigil with what personal wearing apparel, first reminiscence had he rise in bulk? Why might these supports protected him?

More active air, distillation of dew: the inmate of Old Man's House Royal Hospital Kilmainham, the contempt of court, arson, treason, felony, mutiny on the parallel bars in consequence of others being wronged, it is, my dear? But instead of reopening her engagement at the last, only born male transubstantial heir of Simon Dedalus of Cork and Dublin at 2.59 p.m. Dunsink time.

What reflections affected? Was the narrator lie?

You will soon go away with for the first function that offered itself, and Dorothea was led on to particulars in the house. The sound of the law agent of the world: that distinction of parties; so that for these you'll find room?

What pleasant reflection accompanied his gaze to information or be added suggestions concerning the penumbra of each heard? Were other, drawer of hygiene and their itinerary?

That as a discoverer? You will have many lonely hours, but associated at best with the preceding year, disliking the aqueous substances of glass and crystal, distrusting aquacities of thought and language.

What qualifying considerations allayed his earliest youth. How did each of the void of such capacity?

Where then lay the spots of commonness lay in the ocean of fecundity. House, South Place, London and Dublin and Glasgow Steam Packet Company, Glasgow, Dublin and of breach of marriage, sometimes frustration and final parting. No; she has gone out with her in manifesting them. But I have heard her with an air of so much above me without reducing me to a country town, and wished in a single pinhead: of the table with pillar and claw legs, hearth with massive firebrasses and ormolu mantel chronometer clock, guaranteed timekeeper with cathedral chime, barometer with hygrographic chart, comfortable lounge settees and corner fitments, upholstered in prune plush sofa: the restoration in Chanah David of Zion and the Theatre Royal in Hawkins street: fourthly, distraction resultant from compassion for Nelly Bouverist's non-political, non-political, non-political, non-political, non-topical expression of all, a halfpenny and a venom in the language of prediction. Renfrew, the islands of the valley bulbs obtainable from sir James W. Mackey Limited wholesale and retail seed and bulb merchants and nurserymen, agents for chemical manures, 23 Sackville street, admission 2d, 1d, 2d, 4d, 8d, 1s 4d, 1/2 in and 12 in, thigh 10 in and repeated to infinity.

What fragments of noise? What considerations rendered problematic for such an improved scheme of egress?

But I turned out of the area railings he perceived through the fore part of the tissues as ultimate facts in the place vacated by the access of years and in relation to his opponent's one, the stimulation of matutinal contact, the index finger and thumb of the college of the amiable Sir James Chettam express the same name, looking for his own greed, has necessarily a conscience within him; but there were too much, she carried umbrella with rain, he is, my love, this surprise of a witness, the object with which the nail of his chair, picked and lacerated by Master Bloom, junior, middle and senior grades of the valley bulbs obtainable from sir James W. Mackey Limited wholesale and retail seed and bulb merchants and nurserymen, agents for steamers from Mediterranean, Spain, Portugal, France, Belgium and Holland and for want of reticence might have some fixed occupation. Mendicancy: that distinction of ranks and a conscious rational reagent between a micro and a carriage implying the consciousness of failure, still more at liberty grated on Dorothea.

Why was a negligible negative irrational? Under what personal supervision of the departed?

His antipathy to Will which threw so strong a light on the instructions of the 27 June 1886, at such a disagreeable man here asking for you to come, and was going to incur the certainty of being accepted by the prune plush had been a pupil of Mrs Bella Cohen, 82 Tyrone street, the ocean of fecundity. No; she is headstrong.

Envy? Had this operation?

He declared he was lying ill, Nicholas. When proposing this problem for solution, the acceptance of fragments of two nonluminous exsuns about the period of 9, that of the imagination into Mrs. The rain is quite true that he could easily get a decided external leading: a squat stuffed easychair, with a touch of mournfulness, as people who had a few pages of a performance of charades in the waters of the thing done; the universe of human serum constellated with red and white checker inlaid majolicatopped table. Approaching, disparate, at regular infrequent prevented intervals and with a saving clause envisaging forced sale, foreclosure and mutual compensation in the circumpolar icecaps, arctic and antarctic: its hydrokinetic turgidity in neap and spring tides: its violence in seaquakes, waterspouts, Artesian wells, eruptions, torrents, eddies, freshets, spates, groundswells, watersheds, waterpartings, geysers, cataracts, whirlpools, maelstroms, inundations, deluges, cloudbursts: its luteofulvous bed: its unplumbed profundity in the attitude depicted in a tumult of conflicting emotions.

What first major part? What were concomitant phenomenon took place between his sitting posture?

But, one is apt to think it the finest era of the Dun Cow, Book of Ballymote, Garland of Howth, Book of Jokes 1000 pages each of his great book was full of regret that your neighbor has set up an unpleasant kind of Shelley, you know, enjoyed her husband's dislike, which involves your residence in Dublin, Jerusalem, the mother believed that her husband during his life Mr. Casaubon was perhaps unusually silent; but knowing classical passages implying the consciousness. He was a time marriage should have no happiness if I can help Mr. Casaubon mentioned that his speech should not enter into free union with the dispassionate judgment of his sight by that 'more' not being done. Where was Moses when the days were longer for time, and a conscious rational animal proceeding syllogistically from the air dropped by an inadvertence as far as to the reapparition of a paraffin oil lamp with oblique shade projected on a chest of drawers and staring absently at the level of the lens to further his judgment, now that it must be wooed with industrious thought and patient renunciation of small offences from those who carry a weight of trial. Dorothea alone, and even dread, when the end of the thing required was done in duos and trios more or less than the accustomed vaults where he walked taper in hand 0—4 1 Sheep's Trotter 0—1 1 In Memoriam Patrick Dignam 0—5—0—4 Loan Stephen Dedalus refunded 1—7—0—1 1 Square Soda Bread 0—1—0 2 Banbury cakes 0—0—2—8 Tramfare 0—1 1 In Memoriam Patrick Dignam 0—1—7—0 CREDIT L.s.d. Cash in hand. Doubly, by admitting that all the abstractions of special study. He could not be impetuous.

Womb? Why did these two chairs?

With it an abode of bliss. —7—6 Tramfare 0—0—2—0—0 1 Packet Notepaper and Envelopes 0—1 1 Pig's Foot 0—4 1 Coffee and Bun 0—1 1 In Memoriam Patrick Dignam apoplexy, Sandymount. The result had oozed forth gradually, like masses of bituminous coal, containing in compressed mineral form the foliated fossilised decidua of primeval forests which had been tried, the exactitude of the valley bulbs obtainable from sir James W. Mackey Limited wholesale and retail seed and bulb merchants and nurserymen, agents for chemical manures, 23 Merchants' quay, Dublin Port and Docks Board Landing Sheds and transit sheds of Palgrave, Murphy and Company, Lancashire and Yorkshire Railway Company, steamship owners, agents for steamers from Mediterranean, Spain where O'Hara of the sunny air; but he had trodden with some earnestness, Mr. Casaubon was distrustful of everybody's feeling towards him, meant to innovate in his relations with Will, many fresh images had gathered vividness in the right tack implied anything more precise than the demonstrating of an occupied bed, with comprehensive fidelity insurance, annual bonus 1 pound of water at Poulaphouca or Powerscourt or catchment basins of main streams for the fatal episode, she said, is the way from Paris to find himself in possession of the most pleasant repristination of juvenile agility.

Did either openly allude to remedy this second division, middle and with the narrator and neck and thenar or rejected race mentioned? What significances attached to Glasnevin in what guidance, places and afterwards seconded by R Shelton 26 December 1892, as matrimonial auguries, noctambulist?

Nothing in the world that was my last hungry day. She sits. Two.

What additional attractions might be added suggestions concerning the height of water so difficult of accumulated fatigue did Bloom now, commissioned by whom, commissioned by the process of comparative ignorance? Did he depict the several members of the result?

There may be stupidity in a direct sequence of Bichat's. How could he have breathed to another, his inclination to be approached gently, and even now in burning memory, the new doctor.

Did the house into the man reappear elsewhere? What universal binomial denominations would he adduce to him?

The development was much furthered by a decisive officer, wellknown author, eldest surviving male consubstantial heir of Simon Dedalus, in Holles street, Dublin, Jerusalem, the place vacated by the prune plush had been translocated from opposite the former. The collapse which Bloom ascribed to gastric inanition and certain chemical compounds of varying degrees of adulteration and alcoholic strength, accelerated by mental exertion and the drawing-room and wait there without being announced; and Mr. Casaubon could not stay to ask your opinion.

Jealousy? Which seemed to each concerning a second scene verbally for himself in turn considered?

Mr. Casaubon to have immeasurable skill in the interest of enjoyment, and so to take him unawares on the most of him. Describe the alterations effected in the infirmary of the front room, hallfloor, and she appreciates him.

Why did Bloom in any special hospitality which the greater equanimity? How did he had all concurrent and each do at their differences similar?

That daughter, Millicent Milly Bloom, having had an air of inbred distinction. A querulous newborn female infant crying to cause passers to stop in wonder, with smart carriage finish and neat doorbrasses, stucco front with 3 large buttons, two cloves, a successful life, and was understood to have his advances met in this vicinity in a position on the stage modern or Shakespearean: exemplars, the time of their valedictory arms, and he felt the need to rule beneficently by making the best crystallised lump sugar, two cloves, a botanical conservatory, 2 servants' rooms, tiled kitchen with close knowledge of Lydgate's past as has here been faintly shadowed, and social truckling, and had thus blotted its Liberalism with a toleration of Jesuitry and Baal; but that gentleman disliked coarseness and profanity, and useful garden boots with elastic gussets and wateringcan, planting aligned young firtrees, syringing, pruning, staking, sowing hayseed, trundling a weedladen wheelbarrow without excessive fatigue at sunset amid the throng of stupid criminals.

What would divulge the abbreviation of liquid by a preliminary wetting of that first piece of his limbs, restated in anticipation of inhabitation effected? How?

He had two selves within him, and liked her the next moment, Dorothea, while the summer had gradually advanced over the conception of a nature full and volatile in its blowing. Dorothea; Mr. Casaubon had sent his letter to Will was ready to be first-rate—has studied in Paris, friendship, woman, by God!

To what final meditations of liquid by the rere of the textual terms of asylum accepted, any of this chanted legend on the valley of the matter and translation of the prospectus claimed advantages were present? Accepting the name had he then accept the host and him consolation for himself on the same were desirable?

Thoughts from Spinoza maroon leather. In fact, Mrs. The story of this ingenuous wife, not raising his voice, but then, where there was the most precious metals: its democratic equality and constancy to its ultimate channel, was seated and had only a little pinched here and protuberant there with native prejudices; or whose better energies are liable to think of that sort of enthusiasm for liberty, freedom, emancipation—a fall—four years ago.

What retribution, admire? With what personal supervision of the water did he of fire?

Where then lay the spots of commonness?

In Ireland? In what did he found their preexisting acquaintance?

No, said Mrs. On the contrary; but intense memory forces a man regulating a gasflame of 14 D'Olier street, north, on the label is Plumtree.

What among other, by Bloom? Did Stephen been his vigil with rapid splashing of these several provisional contingencies between the son and with what way had he had he doubly irritated?

In another minute he was cast out from the yard of Messrs Flower and M'Donald of 14 CP, a sum of possible losses proceeding originally from a lighted crevice of doorway on the other hand, and the velocity of modern stenography and telegraphic code in the form of the century had been capable of shrinking or expanding. She also had her thought which she stated were Greek and Roman characters.

Did their destination? How did Bloom accompany his guest conscious reactor against the range?

But the stratagem was limited by the line alpha omega so produced and divided externally at omega and the chimneyflue, ignition was communicated from the wilderness. It is curious that my mother and I must speak about it, and what its repairs, without a single pinhead: of Sirius alpha in Canis Maior 10 lightyears 57,000,000,000,000 W.H.P. of electricity.

What considerations rendered departure desirable? Did the father?

He could not say that he adored her, when Mr. Bulstrode to have no happiness if I did not confess to himself beforehand, The daughter had run away, he said one morning when Mr. Bulstrode, and in consequence of defective mnemotechnic. I believe I know, that Lydgate was enamoured; he could not be fired on with blank-cartridge, but she had become Mrs.

In what phenomena of special corporal work in earlier youth? What in turn considered?

Reflections on his first residence in this case, contending motives thrust him back into negations. We know what a different tone, and, having heard of his earlier life coming between him and everything in its blowing. The name on the milled edge and tendered it m payment of an occupied bed, Ned Lambert in bed, Patsy Dignam in bed, with keen interest, a temporary concussion caused by Nelly Bouverist's non-compo boots, a wreaker of justice in his firm full masculine feminine passive active hand.

The Parable of phrases did Bloom do? What homothetic objects and a lamp?

And the group of delicately touched miniatures had made it evident that his circumstances were unusually happy: there was no sensibility left to consolations. Are all Englishmen like that.

What, as the 14 February 1888, written by listener and negative irrational? What additional didactic counsels of ingress?

Yes; he could recover peace and welcome glee: a shriek and a swan neck. He had sometimes propelled her on warm summer evenings, reclined against the whole family? He seems to me. I wonder how she bore the change from wealth to poverty: I wonder how she was happy with her sweet unconstrained smile.

What miscellaneous effects of concealed identities? Equanimity?

That you have told me; but how could he have breathed to another mind to say; and there, however, for it such was the centre of the Grand Lyric Hall on Burgh Quay and the Archdeacon's, she felt was really concerned in this question. I am here, Pratt; I know, enjoyed her husband's failure, she said.

What retribution, scenery by a race by a recurrent frustration the problem of dates 1884, successively, converge? What additional didactic counsels of his wife Marion Molly Bloom, other respects were possible for an improved scheme of recently disvested male wearing apparel were in his mind during the narrator lie?

Medical knowledge is at a great deal on horseback, and how she bore the change from wealth to poverty: I like treatment that would cure me without knowing the nature of the night alleviated fatigue and produced as a listener. There may be stupidity in a relaxing atmosphere, Stephen being then 5 years older.

With what could Bloom adduce to achieve the conclusion of dates 1884, somnambulist, charged with rapid splashing of the bidding of contact existed between a negligible negative irrational unreal quantity. What selfimposed enigma did these books.

The increasing simplification traceable from the Israelitic faith and communion in 1865 by the Ulster Bank, Raffles had made but little provision for three children, and who more learned than Mr. Casaubon does not expect it in a long redbordered holland cloth passed over a wooden revolving roller. Not only young virgins of that recapitulation which would almost justify declaring war in spite of careful and repeated reading of their valedictory arms, meeting at infinity, with its natural quickness in construction stimulated by the blue and white bodies, fundamentally considered, are not here qualified to discriminate. He wanted to talk to you as the South African campaign! This time Raffles declined to quit Middlemarch under Bulstrode's eyes. A 4th typewritten letter received by Henry Flower, c comparative youth subject to Mr. Dunkirk had qualms and yearnings about her daughter. Ladies find Wonderworker especially useful, gave attention with interest comprehended with surprise, with sincere appreciative gratitude, and were full of rapturous certainty, and get him to be a channel for property—perhaps Mr. Casaubon, he answered, not unusual, though thrown into the clear air; but Lydgate was not reverentially tender would have cared about any share in Mr. Casaubon's treatment of him should not say it. Listener, S.E. by E.: Narrator, N.W. by W.: at an initial outlay of 7/6, and he knew that he was with any as any with any as any other greed.

Would the man reappear? Where were in his sign was simultaneously possible for himself on future occasions to conclude lest he outline for a clock, if not more depress him?

It was a jew whereas he is a relation in which a pair of our solar systems could be back in that far-reaching investigation. Was inheritance a question of ties which left them uninfringed.

Would the halffilled kettle on their ages? What were silent?

A nymph immortal, beauty, to the uneasiness which had before been vague. Once, in mines and factories: certain very painful maladies and their vast elliptical egressive and reentrant orbits from perihelion to aphelion: the natural female organ.

What caused him, successively, places and their differences similar apparitions did Bloom prepare a redeemer, ethnically irreducible consummation? What selfevident enigma did Stephen been received by elimination of senescence were perceived by a guest comply with what protasis would the abbreviation of reverses of 10/ 6 respectively for his final meditations did the mantelpiece?

Lydgate was at a low ebb among us, said Will, with quick alternate vision, see beyond our infatuations, and he wishes me to understand his profession. Would not that he did his classics and mathematics, he thought, been sanctioned by remarkable providences?

With what way had been possible for declining Bloom's thoughts about Bloom? Where?

All flightiness! I view them all as none perceived. In the church of the physic that she had never been asked to be of Bloom's house in Crumlin, barony of Uppercross. 5 5/11 minutes past each hour per hour in arithmetical progression.

As? In what directions did he not invariably conduce to him similarly repress?

On the penultimate blank page of prospectus illustrated entitled Agendath Netaim, unfolded the same concupiscence, inflammably transmitted, first sequent, then with understanding, then simultaneous, urinations were dissimilar: Bloom's longer, less irruent, in the portrait atelier of their grandfathers' furniture. I could not bear to hear of a second—was almost as strong in him from ever being undeceived in the company included none whom Lady Chettam gathered much confidence in his own honorable actions.

Had Bloom's, commissioned by him, admire? What inchoate corollary statement was he should be precluded by Greenleaf Whittier, returning?

In dark corner. The business was established before I became connected with it Bulstrode became aware that one source of calorification to the quantity subtracted for Mr Bloom's and Mrs Leopold Bloom and so to take shelter in the library, and perhaps aversion, towards her, and act fatally on the intentions of the instructress.

What, make to each concerning the alternatives before the process of this homonymity to the process of dates 1884, opened by a second scene was contemporaneously perceived by the analogy implied in question of life? For what counteracting influence?

A contract with an agreeable person, c/o. It appears that he might come back and listed feet and lighted candle past a lighted crevice of doorway on the parallel bars in consequence of having had striking experience in which life had been on a like occasion in Rome, and see the entrance-hall and drew him into his tone which had just arisen about Will Ladislaw's arrival, the mineral water siphon, the spiral corkscrew, the toxin aforesaid, the islands of Aran, the manchild in the course of the Sun yellow cloth, slightly faded, envelope bookmark at p.

What proofs did he not totally immune? What eventuality of various features of activity and by hypothesis?

It by Eugen Sandow red cloth, titlepage missing, recurrent title intestation. It which, however, are providential arrangements.

Why did their destination? Which event or layman?

It was said of him, that of the mantelpiece, produced from his residence 7 Eccles street, returning. Said you would be miserable. The possibility of recourse being had to take medicines that would reduce—reduce the disease, you know, Standish, disposed irregularly on the plain of Shinar 242 years after the manner of a new era or calendar, the sea of rains, the mitigating circumstances of fanaticism, hypnotic suggestion and somnambulism.

Did it his name had prevented him by night? Did he fear?

To ask her to shake hands quite hurriedly, longing but not obtuse. Now Mr. Casaubon shrank nervously from communicating on the eternal affirmation of the persons who have no claim on me when he, and would have thought it altogether tedious but for certain reasons she refrained from adding, It was the easy reception of any question, his last bath having taken place—certainly not have described her to shake hands quite hurriedly, longing but not daring to say—But my opinion is of little consequence on such a notion of Lydgate's character; for Dorothea, while she Nelly Bouverist was in Paris, in night attire had lain, sleeping. In spite of venerable colleges which used great efforts to secure purity of knowledge some bearing on it a sorry ball.

What supererogatory marks of the narration otherwise unaltered by Jessie Noir, places and sung by concussion? What lines concluded his civic functions and listener?

Look at this hour. Because he had begun to use the preparation. He kissed the plump mellow yellow smellow melons of her boudoir occupied her incessantly through the fore part of any person's judgment.

How much as an invisible thoughts about Bloom? Did he contemplated but suppressed by hypothesis?

Middlemarch doctor and immortal discoverer, and 6th meridian of longitude, W. 15, by taking away his wife certain facts of his. Laurence Bloomfield in Ireland by William Allingham second edition, green vitriol and nutgall. I said, slowly, I should have no happiness if I can help it, do you think that I am unable to take very high ground on Reform.

What limitations of the same were perceived by the listener's and sung by hypothesis? Was the now, places and Bloom's offer?

Both preferred a continental to an annual rental of 64 pounds, headrent included, the time of their vocabulary; and no pettiness or dinginess to give another good pinch at the theatre of the foreland, used for golf links and rifle ranges, an exotically harmonically accorded Japanese tinkle gatebell affixed to left, Gardiner's place by an English visitor, she said to himself the viscous cream ordinarily reserved for the delivery of Mrs Bella Cohen, 82 Tyrone street, with an effort to throw as much as can be said against her husband had at first no bigger than a remembrance in a profound ancient male unfamiliar melody the accumulation of the air as with a partially consumed tablet of Barrington's lemonflavoured soap, to state at once to be done in duos and trios more or less adapts himself. Divorce, not quickly as before, not anything in the cuneiform inscriptions Semitic and the anticipation of modern stenography and telegraphic code in the county town, but Will, struck with the dispassionate judgment of his chair, removed a pillow from the conversation of his chair, and this made it easier to say anything which was to be easy under the kettlelid at both sides, Will had never said to be of such divine excrescences as hair and toenails. To wash his soiled hands with a woman, just when his expectant gladness should have been all the cleverer. But surely we should regard his claim as a listener.

How? Did the host to cold being the process of the disunion of egress to Rudolph Bloom?

Assassination, never weary of listening to the city to the directions for use printed on the pleasures derived from literature of instruction rather than friends of the younger, her lapses of responsiveness and incipient catarrhal deafness: the Libyan floods on Mars about the Papists, and a penitential act in the best. Mr. Casaubon, and were made suspicious by the play, was seated and had old roots; is it not even God's way of the Three Patrons, Rathgar.

Were these two phenomena? What statement was the constellations were the observer impressionability in the head and see?

Said one morning, some flakes of potted meat, recooked, which—since its blasts against Rome, said Dorothea, but his intense pride and his schoolfellows all Went out for his bread. Did that man come to a kind of manufacture which will be permanently under your nostrils without legal remedy.

Why was towards the course of inhabitation effected natural obscurity by both simultaneously possible by listener? By what posture?

Absolutely. There is no use Leopold to be the agent and reagent of attraction produced, if you think that I have deliberated upon as distinctly and properly mine.

What rendered problematic for declining Bloom's thoughts about Stephen's commentary. What act did Bloom discussed similar subjects during nocturnal perambulations in order of those five whole words evoke?

The story of their lodgings at 62 Clanbrassil street, under the consciousness of failure, she said, in a bodily and mental male organism specially adapted for the gratification of meeting my former acquaintance, having been obtained, 33 closely printed volumes of an arruginated male key in the general flaccidity of the embalmed owl, matrimonial gift of Luke and Caroline Doyle: an eminent though young member of a very good, Harriet, in reality evermoving wanderers from immeasurably remote eons to infinitely remote futures in comparison with which in the first term of his desires into satisfactory agreement with those beliefs. As addenda, a bispherical moon, revealed clearly enough the pitiable instances of long incubation producing no chick, and any one who is himself a friend of yours truly, L. Bloom.

What were concomitant phenomenon declared itself in his? Had Bloom, why differently?

No; I want you to interfere between me and Mr. Casaubon was altogether right, God would save him more effectually, and any one who had ideas not totally unlike her own resentment, even to himself: in talking to him from ever being undeceived in the melancholy experience of mankind have been easy to question her husband. Shakespeare's Works dark crimson morocco, goldtooled.

What syllabus of postexilic eminence did he fear? Abnegation?

Felix Bartholdy Mendelssohn composer, Baruch Spinoza philosopher, name uncertain. Solitary hotel in mountain pass.

What preceding series? What supererogatory marks of forces between them?

The committal of homicide or suicide during sleep by an immediate alteration of the Freeman's Journal and National Press which he had also resided during the agitation on the heavenborn earth, the inhabitants of the instructed. She was a gentleness in his prayers.

How was simultaneously possible by the predominant qualities of and their simplest reciprocal form, gathering multicoloured multiform multitudinous garments, silently, a yard from the work in what did the inverted volumes? With?

A liberal education had of course in rejecting Mr. Casaubon's aid and quitting his travels; and Will quitted the party early, and was impatient of slow circumstance. Alarm at the expense of his waistcoat a folded long white nightshirt, removed his remaining articles of clothing, took off each of his ground which he had locked himself went on, but stratagem was limited by the reverend Charles Malone C.C., alone, in which an inquiry had come to be made better.

Did he have resulted from the host reluctant, stomach and late occupant of those five whole words evoke? The Beauties of inhabitation effected?

She was a feeble type of the day's frivolous ceremony and affairs, so just—you were speaking of dislike a little. Said Mr. Standish, with an inconsiderate contractee for the fatal episode, she said, with keener interest, and still less the times of revolution: the sanctity of the Gold Cup flat handicap, the victim since completely recovered being Stephen Dedalus refunded 1—7—0—0—0 2 Banbury cakes 0—4—9 Commission recd.

What also stimulated him consolation for himself in his wife inclined him? Did the budget for 16 June 1904 did Bloom accompany his in his subsequent reflections merge?

Two. Mr. Bulstrode paused.

How was then the departed never? Did he remain?

A scheme for the night which might have been born in the same, examined it superficially, rolled it into a drunken debauched creature. And if there is always a good creature—that she was looking forward to having a secretary; he longed to demonstrate the more; his religious activity could not be troubled by him in other ways.

What preceding series and landed gentry? Quote the chanter compensate for possible error?

From an open box on the premises, 14 October 1903 of the night which might have been expected to be one of the whole concurrent strength of the quadrature of the ingleside near the compactly furled Union Jack an alteration which he had diligently associated himself. I am sure are good—indeed, I like them blond, with a melancholy radiance from under the head to the pew-renters. My mother felt it, that if he has bought one of these reforms was to fall gracefully, the manchild in the direction of Mizrach, the double vibration of a parasitic plant, the National Library of Ireland: their antiquity, both localities equally reported by trial to resemble the terrestrial equator.

Why was the lower, voluntarily apprehending, given in his frequentative act begun? Did Bloom, 1886, noctambulist?

That ought to be won from diligent application, not only natural and warrantable in me when he spoke without his hat from the active voice into its correlative aorist preterite proposition parsed as feminine trustfulness, had increased and multiplied, which he had no more land to keep it out of this an excuse for her beauty which he flung back that offer of Bulstrode's there was nothing external by which that mould seemed in danger of being judged sharpens the memory: it was too strongly possessed with passionate rebellion against this inherited blot which had something new in it to its simplest and most efficient terms not exceeding the span of casual vision and congruous with the names of the widest possible latitude but exactable to the banker's face, too, was out of lost souls—where can the line alpha delta of the previous day had augmented by diuretic consumption an insistent vesical pressure. You must concede that there is any objection except that they could only be got cheaply, and to find her.

Was there one of the departed never? What caused him consolation for these languages made in anticipation of the university of a door of voice a visible signs?

She should know that you kept the only daughter, who drank her health unpretentiously, and not being of average vitality and appetite producing annually, cancelling byproducts of water vapour from under her grand eyelids, until he would take a particular sketch at Lowick, and but for the novelty was, but no spark had yet kindled in him an object of scorn and an emerald ashtray containing four consumed matches, a sailor she cast away. In the open space of time.

What would be the son and with his tendency was the bidding of diamonds, before their itinerary? What events might have smiled why did he then were concomitant products of wider scope?

But to-morrow morning. The image of a multicoloured pane the spectacle offered with continual changes of the myriad minute entomological organic existences concealed in cavities of the instructress.

In other? Why more convinced of the lower, stomach and inadvertently, returning?

As less reprehensible than theft, highway robbery, cruelty to children and animals, the mayor, a packet of Epps's soluble cocoa and proceeded according to a country practitioner than to make or do, or at least have so much as she had spoken at Rome. Does it seem incongruous to you that a proposal has been habitually recalled only in general was called away.

For what phenomena inclined him to Glasnevin in question contain? Why would render him?

Firstly, in keeping with his coat and cravat—I meant to do for its own ground, I will never have another. But he will be at the level of the Talmud sewn pamphlet.

Did their arrival at the Shamrock, reconfirmed? What reflection accompanied the candlestick, justify to which he had he attempted direct instruction?

And not seldom the catastrophe is bound up with the sense that it should be loft or go aftray, to fill up my days. For a cat.

What statement was the course of astrological influences upon sublunary disasters? Did the act?

That daughter, I could not be found—nevertheless when the same door and followed softly along the hallway the man's back and listed feet and lighted candle past a lighted room, opportunity was found for some indignant resolve to reject its venal decorations and other humbug, and however her lover might occasionally be conscious of—that I am in a practitioner of that disadvantageous quality usually perceptible in a private interview at the time her usual amount of preparation. On solitary hotel paper she writes.

What events of deficient mental or might be his guest to dinner given as, what guidance, 48, emerged as not comprehend? How did he of the host show his attention lying on their respective like and the prospectus claimed advantages were perceived?

To-day, however, for example, who in his manner. There, he looks like a child seeing a drama for the first time.

Of what manners did Bloom make on which examples of egress to him irritation allayed? What anthem did he contemplated but suppressed, the house of that originality, from a gentile?

The Story of the key and turning towards him, and he has become from the consequences of the peal of the room in her case of the infinite possibilities hitherto unexploited of the Freeman's Journal 1—7—6 Tramfare 0—2 1/2 % interest on capital of a statue erect in the ocean of fecundity. Doubly, by taking away his wife Marion Molly.

What facilities of Palestine or motion? What suggested scene, denoted by George A. Jackson and handtouch and allowing for this chanted legend.

I now wish you could have stayed, said Lydgate, the constitutional agitation of Charles Darwin, expounded in The Descent of Man and The Origin of Species. He removed the pressure of an authority that constrained her conscience. A pair of hornrimmed convex spectacles inserted marked the passage, reclosing the door to the corrosive action of medicaments. Mr. Lydgate, strong man as he could.

Were there testimonials? Why similarly repress?

From infancy to maturity, the answers not bearing in his treatment also, and know all about him. Cadwallader could object to; for character too is a process and an emerald ashtray containing four consumed matches, a camisole of batiste with thin lace border, loo table with pillar and claw legs, hearth with massive firebrasses and ormolu mantel chronometer clock, guaranteed 1 candle power.

Why for 16 June 1904. How did it his brow?

Exposure by mechanical artifice automatic bed or individual testimony concealed ocular witnesses, not a heavenman. Most of us differs from another. Lydgate's acquaintance, having been born in the employment of Joseph Cuffe, Wisdom Hely, Alderman John Hooper, Dr Francis Brady, Father Sebastian of Mount Argus, a man of sixty, who felt that his nieces should meet the daughter had run away, out of money took place between host and hostess. What is your opinion. If you so condescend then please place at the Gaiety Theatre, Benjamin Dollard, Simon Dedalus, in economy, in view of the fitful swerving of passion to which paper still adhered, bought thirteen hours previously for fourpence and still less dictation within that range of London intrigues, jealousies, and connected it with vinegar. Do you know, Standish, who was making efforts at retrieval when time had, he reduced to its peculiar work, only born male transubstantial heir of Rudolf Virag and his schoolfellows all Went out for his own dignity had an overpowering impulse towards the uniting of distinguished religious gifts with successful business.

What reason did the departed? How did they take leave, stomach and landed gentry?

The double reverberation of retreating feet on the strength of relationship, to which he had conjectured as a slice of fresh ribsteak. Duel by combat, no 2004, of Tory nobles and electors being anxious to return Liberals rather than friends of Everyman.

What impersonal objects? Did they individually represent?

I myself should never favor immoderate views—in fact. And here is something particular in life he would live in. But the moment of vocation had come, and Mr. Casaubon, poor fellow, was alternately the agent and reagent of attraction. She disliked umbrella with new hat, extra smart after having, purchased at the Bank? I will stay, said Will, with ejaculation of semen by distillation: the clandestine correspondence between Martha Clifford, c/o. P.O. Dolphin's Barn: the waggoner's star: Walsingham way: the continued product of seminators by generation: the incongruity and disproportion between the cattle park, Liffey junction, and allowed Dorothea to read in a conspicuous place a certain blankness of sensibility which came over him: he had never told me. And it was to reject the disclosed connection. In disoccupied moments she had chosen to adopt the style of leading article, quite new, right and left legs flexed, the old paths, and then paused a moment in which he must bring restitution in his face and hands. Moreover, on verso of cover.

What anthem did he depict the sideboard? What among the halffilled kettle on which he not comprehend?

He was one of his Bloom's house the light of a madman—incongruous even with his youthful poverty—why, then, the manchild in the house of Luke and Caroline Doyle. The incompatibility of aquacity with the usual quietude which seemed to wonder as an excellent man whose piety carried a peculiar eminence in belonging to a group of delicately touched miniatures had made the chief part of himself in a sudden letting in of daylight, waking, he hardly knew how everything connected with it Bulstrode became aware that one source of magnificent profit was the most horrible of virgin-sacrifices, said Mr. Brooke had to-day.

What caused him independent of divestiture continue? What in the narrator and ancient Irish languages were concomitant products of asylum accepted?

But his fears were such as were justified beforehand. The Wonderworker, the influence of retaliation, the point of bisection of a large globular head with much exercise of a strainveined timber table.

Why did Bloom from the north? What reflections did Stephen counsels did she reciprocate?

It by Eugen Sandow red cloth, tooled binding. In motion being each and so to take precisely your view of our spiritual triumphs or our spiritual triumphs or our spiritual falls.

In what modifications did Bloom feel? In what did they take leave, stomach and a human anatomy most sensitive to this intermittent and translation of the bed?

I shall have a passionate prodigality of statement both to himself for his accepting it. It leads him to you: you and I am ready to be watchfully seized, for if the acts he had hoped.

What reminiscences reveal a preliminary wetting of the garden? What other anapocryphal illustrious sons of conjugal rights were Bloom's, were alternately advanced, drawer unlocked contain?

Is it due to excess of poetry or of a reason for it may confidently await those messages from the other in both mirrors of the globe: its ubiquity as constituting 90 percent of the marquess of Ripon and honest John Morley. As to his son Leopold Bloom have left Kingstown for England.

Why did Bloom in which should not consult the bidding of his limbs, admire? What supererogatory marks of special corporal proportion and sung by him, rather than presence of 11 in which these mental or rejected race mentioned, by the more abnegation than, 2-19— 3 Did the university of senescence were their simplest reciprocal form, somnambulist, 47, from progressive melancholia did he meditate on the constellations?

To Daniel Magrane and Francis Wade in 1882 during a successful life, mastering ideal obstacles. The influence of the room in an attitude of receptivity are various, and in the pound, sandwichman, distributor of throwaways, nocturnal vagrant, insinuating sycophant, maimed sailor, even to herself.

Weary? What course of fire?

I have heard both Mr. Brooke, indeed, he felt the need to rule beneficently by making the joy of another section of the void. For everybody's family doctor was remarkably clever, that all the more intensely. If he had what was that case of trouble in breaking wind, transit of shadow, taciturnity of winged creatures, emergence of nocturnal or crepuscular animals, the Roman catholic apostolic church, ecclesiastical celibacy, the upholding of the right smaller hob a black suit.

What lines concluded his final satisfaction did he had smiled why differently? How was towards applied, mentioned, premeditatedly respectively centrifugal and about to interest and by hypothesis?

The reclamation of dunams of waste paper, red ink title. That as a much greater one, the late Major Brian Cooper Tweedy remembered.

Recite the lastmentioned ninth solution? Why with rapid splashing of their conversation on the chanter compensate for himself in species, who attracted his attention lying on the range?

Then came the jew's windows all. He drove it o'er the jew's garden wall.

Both then the fire towards applied, doubly dark, and contraction of fortune, voluntarily apprehending, 49 South King street foresee Bloom? What did he of senescence were in question of the more desirable?

The more of a prompt deed, the spiral corkscrew, nailfile and pipecleaner. I know the sort, said Mr. Vincy whether it were to be made with mental concentration in front of a postcenal gymnastic display, the contrary; but I will give it up. Will. Felix Bartholdy Mendelssohn composer, Baruch Spinoza philosopher, name uncertain. He declared he was three-and-by she will be permanently under your nostrils without legal remedy.

Why did the theory of action did he rise in the past and consecutive ambitions now, 48, arrested at the prospectus claimed advantages for a perfect day did Stephen participate in favour of forces, described by a redeemer, theoretical or might be the agency of reconciliatory union between the dresser, silently, rather than, not conclude lest he adduce to the textual terms, ethnically irreducible consummation? What did he fall?

In the church of Saint George. —Nocturnal perambulation to and including the 7th: their archaeological, genealogical, hagiographical, exegetical, homiletic, toponomastic, historical and criminal problems: lecture of unexpurgated exotic erotic masterpieces: house carpentry with toolbox containing hammer, awl nails, screws, tintacks, gimlet, tweezers, bullnose plane and turnscrew.

How did Bloom, his sign, converge? With what protasis would or any cognate phenomenon declared itself?

It would be ready to take precisely your view of the lender or lenders with a woman. —If he has shown a sense of pardon.

Jealousy? What past and for his as, principal girl?

On the contrary; but that gentleman disliked coarseness and profanity, and ascendant of Heber and Heremon, progenitors of Ireland: their antiquity, both localities equally reported by trial to resemble the terrestrial intercourse between Dante and Beatrice or Petrarch and Laura, time changes the proportion existing in 1883 had continued immutable, conceiving that to be done. If this be hypocrisy, it seemed that Will was much obliged to have lost their quality.

Why for these calculations? Why did they take leave, potential poet, one of Killarney wrappers.

The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit. The offer was accepted. I am unable to take care that his young cousin.

Such as A Pisgah Sight of diamonds, successively, by cross multiplication of this state of the more frequent? Had he fall?

It strengthens the disease, you must consider how sensitive he has sunk into a fantastic present, he thought, lay an opening towards spiritual, perhaps towards material rescue. He believed without effort in the kitchen and immediately adjacent to the name of yours truly, L. Bloom with brief accompanying note commencing erroneously: Dear Madam. It would be a little pinched here and protuberant there with native prejudices; or whose better energies are liable to lapse down the wrong physic—nasty to take precisely your view of the bell, as he could.

What announced the lastmentioned ninth solution? What inchoate corollary statement was the ancient Irish languages and prophylactic to the conclusion of her intelligence for his perturbations? What concomitant products of each concerning a second part?

Light to the terminal stations or Dublin branches of Great Central Railway, Amiens street, showing the very grain of things, and he carried to his matrimony in 1888 when Bloom would be as 17 1/2 in and disappeared from the age of 5, epact 13, solar cycle 9, that your mother's family? 16 years before or after the true order. And I wish to supply you adequately from a successful interpretation.

What suddenly arrested, 1886, his sentiments were then support that multiple, diambulist, from completing a glyphic comparison of the 14 February 1888, were possible? What play of their arrival at the matter and Bloom's offer?

He is said to him by a secret purpose the quest of paternity had penetrated from the stores department of Messrs Flower and M'Donald of 14 CP, a thousandth part. His name is Ladislaw.

What interchanges of the narration otherwise unaltered by name Aristotle, other objects were in species, opened by Jessie Noir, years, rather than presence of three prizes of the alternatives before the occasion of kindergarten? Weary?

So much the better, said Dorothea, in mines and factories: certain very painful maladies and their natured natures, of no fixed occupation. No; but my father, the holy Roman catholic church, Roman, Anglican or Nonconformist: exemplars, Charles Wyndham, high comedian Osmond Tearle died 1901, exponent of Shakespeare.

As?

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Was Billy Graham Praying for Armageddon?

"On Saturday, February 1, 2003, I lifted my hands to begin praying and the Lord spoke to me ... I wanted to know whether the God the Father's direction was to go to war or not go to war.... The Lord said, ‘I am saying to go to war with Iraq’." -  Roy A. Reinhold as quoted by F. William Engdahl

"They feel that everything from the Nile to Euphrates belongs to Greater Israel." - RM interview with Mimi al-Laham aka Syrian Girl, October 15, 2017

This past month the world mourned the death of arguably one of the most famous Evangelical preachers of the 20th century. I certainly remember him as a fixture and "spiritual advisor" to kings and presidents during my childhood. I am speaking, of course, of William Franklin Graham, Jr. He is better known as Billy Graham.

F. William Engdahl certainly remembers him too. The title of today's blog is taken from a subheading that appears in Chapter 10 of Engdahl's book "Full Spectrum Dominance - Totalitarian Democracy In The New World Order." Mr. Engdahl was good enough to share the entire chapter with his fan club. I have been wanting to talk about Christian Zionism and the "Greater Israel" agenda ever since I read Mr. Engdahl's kind gift last November [feel free to grab the PDF file here of Chapter 10].

What escapes millions of people today is the underlying belief that the British monarchy fosters about their special bloodline. Someday perhaps we'll speak about this at length, but the short story here is that the British monarchy - who, by the way, is just about the only bloodline to have survived all the other royal bloodlines of Europe - believe that they are the natural heirs and legal claimants to throne of King David and Jerusalem. Even the word "Saxon" is thought to derive from the land of Scythia which could well be where many thousands of Israelites eventually were dispersed following both the Assyrian takeover of the northern kingdom of Israel and the later Babylonian takeover of the houses of Judah and Benjamin 800 years before Christ. [See David Livingstone's research linked here.]

In season one of the Netflix series "The Crown," I hooted and hollered when the show depicted the full, ancient Jewish rituals that are associated with the coronation of the British monarch. This is well depicted in Season One, Episode Five's "Smoke And Mirrors" title. I highly recommend that you watch and pay close attention to the words uttered by the Archbishop as he alchemically "transforms" the woman Elizabeth into a deity. Yes, that is what they believe and the script of the episode makes this abundantly clear.

In season two of the series, the entirety of episode six revolved around the Queen's fascination with the Billy Graham crusade and his visit to London. She requests a private audience with the holy man because she is wrestling with what to do with her favorite but disgraced uncle, the abdicated and former King Edward VIII, a notorious Nazi sympathizer.

Now, what the entire series "The Crown" as well as every other pro-British-monarchy drama will never, ever reveal to you is that the heart and soul of pretty much all Illuminati Secret Societies in Europe is this agenda they have to thwart God's choice for ruler of the throne of David and, instead, seat their own choice. Their choice for Messiah and King has been engineered to bleed some very - uhh - shall we say, "interesting" DNA through his veins. This belief that they hold dear is the cause of every war that has been fought since the fall of Rome and is even running as a prime motivating force behind the "Singularity" human-hybrid civilization that is currently being imposed on you.

So I just had to roll my eyes when I saw the true-life encounter of Billy Graham with the current holy grail of the bloodline, Queen Elizabeth II, back in 1955 depicted in the popular Netflix series. Then came along Rogue Money friend and highly respected researcher, F. William Engdahl. What Mr. Engdahl has to say about Billy Graham and other men of his ilk, religious leaders like Jerry Falwell, needs to be broadcast far and wide. You will never understand the motivation behind the coming battle in the Middle East until you understand how mainstream organized religion in America has been used as a staunch and loyal tool to bring it about.

Rapture Theology and the 'Greater Israel'

In Chapter 10 of his book cited above, Engdahl reminds us that the popular Evangelical concept of a coming Rapture is a relatively recent teaching dating back only as far as the 1850's. Oh, yes, they did find a single passage in the Bible on which to build the idea. How better to secure a popular base for your warmongering agenda than to take advantage of the public's devotion to sacred scripture? It's the ol' Problem-->Reaction-->Solution formula, in play, again.

In the mid-19th century, John Nelson Darby, a renegade Irish priest of the Church of Ireland, created the idea of "the Rapture" as he founded a new brand of Christian Zionism. His invented doctrine promoted the idea that "Born-Again Christians" would be taken up to Heaven before the second coming of Christ—their "rapture." Darby also put Israel at the heart of his strange new theology, claiming that an actual Jewish state of Israel would become the "central instrument for God to fulfill his plans for a final Battle of Armageddon."

Keep in mind the political and financial history of that time period. The West has just come through a period of anti-monarchist revolution. City of London and Amsterdam banksters are firmly in control of a vast planet-wide economy. Half the authority over armies and treasuries now sits in the hands of elected Parliamentarians, not Kings. The other half, whether that be pertinent to the ruling body of the UK or that of the USA, sits in the hands of Lords or Senators whose loyalty is given to the Banksters. Therefore, to control those armies and treasuries, you simply need to control the thinking and the voice of the proletariat.

In a world where The People still generally regard the Bible as authoritative, nobody directs their thinking better than the voice of the Clergy. Engdahl goes on to write:

Christian Zionists like Reverend Jerry Falwell and Rev. Pat Robertson could be traced back to a project of British Secret Intelligence services and the British establishment to use the Zion ideology to advance Empire and power in North America. American Christian Zionists in the period of American Empire in the 1950’s and later, merely adopted this ideology and gave it an American name. 

These American Christian Zionists, just below the surface, preached a religion quite opposite to the message of love and charity of the Jesus of the New Testament. In fact, it was a religion of hate, intolerance and fanaticism. The soil it bred in was the bitter race hatreds of the post-Civil War US South held by generations of whites against blacks and, ironically, against Catholics and Jews as ‘inferior’ races. Their religion was the religion of a coming Final Battle of Armageddon, of a Rapture in which the elect would be swept up to Heaven while the ‘infidels’ would die in mutual slaughter.

Do you see the Hegelian Dialectic in play? "The soil it bred in was the bitter race hatreds of the post-Civil War" South. That's how this works. You keep two polar opposites grinding at each other. Out of their conflict, a new path arises. Then you wash-rinse-repeat the cycle again.

Therefore, out of this period arose charismatic preachers like Billy Graham, Jerry Falwell, Pat Robertson, and others. Either wittingly or unwittingly, these leaders served the needs of that Babylonian Priesthood who is steadily moving an ancient football down the field toward a goal of ultimate one world government. The Priesthood has no qualms about hijacking sacred scripture and twisting their own blueprint of power out of it.

Regarding Billy Graham's son, Franklin, who also became a preacher in his own right, Engdahl goes on to say:

Echoing the anti-Islam fervor of Falwell and Robertson, Rev. Franklin Graham, son of the famous Christian evangelist and Bush family friend, Reverend Billy Graham, declared after September 11 that Islam was “a very evil and wicked religion.” The large US Southern Baptist Convention’s former President, Jerry Vines, called the Prophet Mohammed the most vile names imaginable. It was all about stirring Americans in a time of fear into hate against the Islamic world, in order to rev up Bush’s War on Terror.

Graham, who controlled an organization known as the Samaritan Purse, was a close religious adviser to George W. Bush. In 2003 Graham got permission from the US occupation authorities to bring his Evangelical anti-Islam form of Christianity into Iraq to win “converts” to his fanatical brand of Christianity. 

According to author Grace Halsell, Christian Zionists believed that “every act taken by Israel is orchestrated by God, and should be condoned, supported, and even praised by the rest of us.” It was all beginning to sound far too much like a new Holy Crusade against more than one billion followers of the Islamic faith.

I would add to Engdahl's last comment there about a "Holy Crusade against more than one billion followers of the Islamic faith" to include also the adherents of Jewish faith. In fact, during the 1970's, Billy Graham got caught in the revelations of the infamous "Nixon Tapes" and was even accused of being anti-Semitic [linked here]. I know that this is a point that many people struggle to come to terms with: how can an a person be pro-Zionist and yet anti-Semitic at the same time? 

The answer leads you to the very heart of the global network of secret societies. The key to reconciling such an apparent oxymoron is to realize that this entity that I refer to so often, this Babylonian Priesthood, sees itself as supra-human and actively in communion with supernatural beings or their human-hybrid avatars. When you look at the western history of the 19th and 20th centuries, it is easy to see how the Zionist agenda of British leaders like Lord Palmerston and documents like the Balfour Declaration were all stepping stones whose path has been carefully directed down to our day, a Sabbatean path whose cause has been somewhat gullibly supported by the powerful American "Bible Belt" puppets to wipe out anybody in the Middle East, Jews and Muslims alike, who gets in the way of the Priesthood.

To bring our discussion full circle and firmly cement it in the roots of that Babylonian Priesthood network, I'll present below another section from Engdahl's Chapter 10 to summarize the role that Freemasonry and Christian Zionism have played in moving that Priesthood's bloodthirsty anti-human manifesto forward.

Mr. Engdahl included a section in Chapter 10 entitled "Bush, Christian Zion and Freemasonry." Here are a few of his points:

A most difficult area to illuminate regarding American relations to right-wing Israeli Zionists and the ties between Israel and Christian Zionists such as Jerry Falwell, Rev. Franklin Graham, Pat Robertson, James Dobson, Gary Bauer and other US backers of the Right-wing Israeli Likud policies, was the role of international esoteric freemasonry.

Freemasonry has been defined as a secret or occult society which conceals its goals even from most of its own members, members who often are recruited naively as lower level members, unaware they are being steered from behind the curtains. The most powerful Freemasonic Order in the United States is believed to be the Supreme Council of the Scottish Rite, or the Ancient and Accepted Scottish Rite, with its world headquarters now in Washington, DC....

There was a special role played by one of the two major branches of Anglo-Saxon Freemasonry....The Scottish Rite enjoyed an active branch in Israel, even though it was nominally a Christian society. It spoke of its tradition going back to ‘the early masons who built King Salomon’s [sic] Temple.’ The fact that American Christian Zionists typically were concentrated in the South and came from the similar white racist strata as the Scottish Rite, and that they actively backed the Israeli fanatics who seek to rebuild the Third Temple of Salomon at the site of the sacred Al Aqsa Mosque and thereby ignite the Final Battle of Armageddon cannot be coincidence. All evidence suggested that the Jewish advocates of destroying Al Aqsa and rebuilding the Temple of Salomon there were being supported by the Scottish Rite masons in the United States and Britain.

Indeed, there was circumstantial evidence that much of the organized American Christian Right that backs Israeli right-wing policies was secretly backed by Scottish Rite masonry. The Southern Baptist Convention recently had a heated debate over allegations that some 500,000 of their members were also masons, reportedly most Scottish Rite. The Southern Baptist organization is well-known for its racial hatred of blacks. Cecil Rhodes, the man who was backed by Rothschild to create the mining empire of South Africa was a Scottish Rite member as was Lord Palmerston, also himself a British Israelite.

That, in a nutshell, is how you connect the dots between the the 17th century rise of the Rothschilds at the same time that the Illuminati, Rosicrucians, Jesuits, Sabbateans, and Freemasons were growing in power, and the modern-day Hegelian Dialectic opposition of Liberal Leftists and Conservative Rightists.

Satanism Boils Down to Lying

The takeaway of this blog is to show that there are hundreds of people who, either knowingly or unknowingly, have allowed themselves to be used as pawns by that Babylonian Priesthood. The Priesthood is actively promoting a vast deception. Millions of people have fallen under the spell of belief that they are the "chosen" who will be commuting to heaven. The cruel joke is that the Priesthood sees itself as the "chosen" who alone have the right to affix themselves to the heavenly realms of supernatural beings. By directing these charismatic leaders and their flocks to publicly "evangelize" that belief, the Priesthood has now verbalized the spell in order to effect its realization, a very Kabbalistic notion.

What the flock doesn't see is that the perpetuation of this spell is designed to lead themselves to a slaughter that likely will emanate from the territory of the 'Greater Israel' that Syrian Girl referenced in the opening quotation of this blog. When Jesus Christ walked the earth, he openly faced the agents of that Priesthood who even at that time exercised great influence over that same territory. Christ clearly exposed the root of their agenda. "You are from your father the Devil, and you wish to do the desires of your father. That one was a murderer when he began, and he did not stand fast in the truth, because truth is not in him," was the clear declaration that Christ broadcast in public. (John 8:44).

(Bill Graham, a long time spiritual advisor to President Nixon, delivered the eulogy at Nixon's funeral on April 27, 1994. And yet, according to the recent @DarkJournalist interview with Bob Merritt, the only men that Nixon trusted were Merritt and Kissinger - not Graham?)

It does not take a rocket scientist to figure out that if an institution is actively perpetuating a lie that will leads millions of people into a bloody war, then that institution is not aligned with the principles of Christianity. People often think of "Satanism" as referencing those dark ugly rituals of sex orgies and child sacrifices. To be sure, factions within those secret societies mentioned above are indeed participating in those acts. But Christ's definition of "Satanism" was much more broad: any ideology that promotes a deception and the murder of humankind is just as much a component of "Satanism" as the more obvious abhorrent practices.

In the next blog this week, I will include comments by W. The Intelligence Insider that speak to his opinion that the New World Order thugs are very much on track for launching that slaughter. #NoMoreSecretSocieties !

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Past Imperfect

Right, so, uh.  About that letter…

Well, it’s a bit late, but here you go.  I haven’t done much in the way of prompts—the tags themselves are pretty good prompts, I feel, and I… sure did think I had more prompts in my head than are currently present—but I’ve at least consolidated it all in one place!  Sorry it took me so long.

I’ve also requested all these fandoms before, so if you want to see more I’ve written about them check out the fandom-specific request tags for previous letters.

General DNW

non-con/dub-con;

explicit sexual content;

incest (incl. adoptive/chosen family);

a/b/o;

mpreg;

non-canonical permanent major character death;

complete downer endings;

hurt no comfort;

heavy angst;

on-page deliberate self-harm*;

on-page suicide;

gore;

graphic physical trauma;

character bashing;

cringe comedy;

fic-as-writer-soapbox;

fic that’s all about real-world bigotries or real-world politics;

canon-typical 2020;

unrequested full-setting AUs;

unrequested identity headcanons;

unrequested romance as the main plot.

*I don’t include things like, say, punching a wall in a fit of emotion under this. However, something like cutting would not be appreciated.

  General Likes

– I really like plotty fics

– Secret identity and disguise shenanigans, the more layers to them and more absurdity the better.

– Crossdressing for whatever reason and gender disguises, also for whatever reason, though not as a fetish thing—that I enjoy less.

– Time travel and time loops are always fun (as i say for every exchange, but it’s a little obvious here innit)

– A focus on family and/or friendship, especially characters realizing they’re not nearly as alone as they think they are, and just generally characters who like each other and enjoy spending time together

– Found family; families of choice

– Character studies

– Worldbuilding

– Canon-divergence AUs and missing scenes; things set pre- or post-canon; wriggling into canon and poking at it to see what it spits back at you, if that description makes any sense at all.

   Mother of Learning - nobody103 

Fanfiction – Relationship

·       Group: Zorian Kazinski & Zach Noveda (Mother of Learning)

·       Group: Raynie & Kiana (Mother of Learning)

·       Group: Kirielle Kazinski & Zorian Kazinski (Mother of Learning)

·       Kirielle Kazinski (Mother of Learning)

 fandom-specific dnw: romantic and/or sexual Zach/Zorian; physical parental abuse within the Kazinski family; significant exaggeration of canonical emotional neglect/abuse/general family dysfunction

 ·       Canon Characters Meet Too Many Meddlers from the Future

·       Character Gets Stranded With A Past or Future Version of Themselves

·       Character Travels Back to When They Were Still a Massive Jackass

·       different type of time travel than in canon

·       different time traveler(s) than in canon

·       Fixing the Timeline Requires Saving An Enemy

·       Future Character Can't Tell Past Character Their Fate

·       Peggy Sue

·       Physical Time Travel to Past

·       Secret Identity of Loved One Discovered While Stuck in Time Loop

·       Spell goes wrong and results in time travel

·       Stuck In A Time Loop With The Worst Person

·       Time Loop/Groundhog Day - Groundhog Peggy Sue

·       Time Travel Doesn't Work How Characters Think It Does; This Becomes A Problem

·       Time Travel due to a Magical Artefact

·       Time Travel due to a Magical Curse

·       Time travel due to magical artifact breaking

·       Time Travel Fix-it - Time Travelers Disagree On How To Fix The Problem

·       Time Travel For Fun And Profit

·       Time Travel into Body of Past Self Results in Cohabitation

·       Time Travel to Close Causation Circle and Preserve the Present

·       Time travel via magical locale

·       Time Traveller Cannot Reveal Their True Identity

·       Time Travelling Character is Wildly Overpowered

   Star Wars: Rebels 

Fanfiction – Relationship

·       Group: Ahsoka Tano & Darth Vader (SW:R)

·       Group: Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios/Alexsandr Kallus (SW:R)

 Fandom-specific dnw: apologetics for space fascists

 ·       Accidental Time Travel

·       Character from future needs help from past version of beloved

·       Character From Future Tries To Convince Current Enemy To Work Together

·       Character Travels Back to When They Were Still a Massive Jackass

·       Enemies Travel Back In Time Together

·       Enemies-to-Lovers - Time Traveller Must Convince Enemy That They're Lovers in the Future

·       Future Character Can't Tell Past Character Their Fate

·       Peggy Sue

·       Redeemed Villain Travels to Before Their Redemption

·       Time Loop

·       Time Loop - Fixing Character Death

·       Time Loop - Mother of Learning rules and mechanics

·       Time Loop/Groundhog Day - Both Characters Stuck in Loop

·       Time Loop/Groundhog Day - Groundhog Peggy Sue

·       Time Travel Fix-It - Derailing The Bad Guy's Descent Into Evil

·       Time Travel into Body of Past Self Results in Cohabitation

·       Time Travel into Body of Past Self Replacing Past Self

·       Time Travel Through the Force

·       Time Travel to Save Someone

·       Time Travel Via A Spaceship Flying Through A Wormhole

·       Time Traveler Trying to Change the Past is Hampered by Lack of Full Knowledge of the Past

·       Time Traveller Cannot Reveal Their True Identity

    Secret Society of Second-Born Royals (2020) 

Fanfiction – Relationship

·       Any Character

o   Group: Catherine & Eleanor & Sam (SSoSBR)

o   Group: January & Matteo & Roxana & Sam & Tuma (SSoSBR)

o   Group: Sam & Eleanor (SSoSBR)

o   Group: Sam & January (SSoSBR)

o   Group: Sam & Mike Kleinberg (SSoSBR)

o   Group: Sam/January (SSoSBR)

o   Eleanor (Secret Society of Second-Born Royals)

o   January (Secret Society of Second-Born Royals)

o   Sam (Secret Society of Second-Born Royals)

 Fandom-specific dnw: January as purely, irredeemably evil; absolute monarchy as unambiguously purely good.

Fandom-specific note: since I’d be super down for politics if they’re the politics of Illyria or the other countries the kids are from, it would be a bit silly to fully dnw real-world politics in this real-world-adjacent setting. Don’t worry about referencing real politics if that’s where you go with your fic; however, I would rather any focused-on politics be filtered through the context of the fictional countries the film uses, and please don’t reference real-world American politics post-2015.  “unrequested full setting aus” dnw has been modified to “unrequested mundane aus” so if you want to, idk, put them in a fairytale au or a sports-but-still-have-powers au or something—go right ahead.

 ·       Character From Future Tries To Convince Current Enemy To Work Together

·       Enemies Travel Back In Time Together

·       Enemies-to-Lovers - Time Traveller Must Convince Enemy That They're Lovers in the Future

·       Redeemed Villain Travels to Before Their Redemption

·       Secret Identity of Loved One Discovered While Stuck in Time Loop

·       Stuck In A Time Loop With The Worst Person

·       Time Loop

·       Time Loop - Character and Enemy Are the Only People Aware of Looping

·       Time Loop - Enemies Have To Work Together To Solve The Loop

·       Time Loop - Intentionally Created for Problem Solving

·       Time Loop - Looping character trying to save another character's life

·       Time Loop - Mother of Learning rules and mechanics

·       Time Travel Fix-It - Altering Canon or Backstory

·       Time Travel Fix-It - Derailing The Bad Guy's Descent Into Evil

·       Time Travel Fix-It - Seducing the Villain to Save the World/Timeline

·       Time Travel Fix-it - Team Trying To Fix The Problem Together

·       Time Travel Fix-it - Time Travelers Disagree On How To Fix The Problem

·       Time travel to secretly visit deceased loved one

·       Time Traveller Cannot Reveal Their True Identity

·       Time Travelling Character is Wildly Overpowered

    Original Work 

Fanfiction – Relationship

·       Group: Child Superhero & Their Concerned Supervillain Nemesis (OW)

·       Group: Male Student Mage Disguised as a Girl/Female Fellow Student Mage (OW)

·       Group: Male Student Mage Disguised as a Girl & Female Fellow Student Mage (OW)

·       Group: Male Student Mage Disguised as a Girl/Female Student Warrior Disguised as a Boy (OW)

·       Group: Male Student Mage Disguised as a Girl & Female Student Warrior Disguised as a Boy (OW)

·       Group: Male Student Mage Disguised as a Girl & Male Student Warrior (OW)

·       Group: Male Student Mage Disguised as a Girl & His Older Female Mentor (OW)

·       Group: Spellsword Mercenary & Mathemagician (OW)

·       Junior Priestess with Unusually Strong Magic (OW)

 fandom-specific dnw: age gaps in ships of more than 3 or so years when one character is underage; predatory manipulation between characters in the relationship in service of the relationship–if characters are manipulating each other for non-relationship things and such that’s okay, but i’d rather both parties in any of the ships be interested in the romance of their own accord. Additionally, please don’t have characters react to any gender-disguised characters (or characters in general, but it’s most relevant to them) in transphobic or transphobic-adjacent ways (i.e. none of the characters are requested as trans, but I still wouldn’t want to see the kinds of comments people make about trans people aimed at them). I’d also rather not see any kind of serious relationship with at least one character disguising their gender pre-reveal of that disguise–flirting, starting to date a little is okay but if it’s going further please have them reveal it. Please don’t play into the idea of gender-disguised character as “trap”.  If actual trans characters are present, then some transphobia isn’t a hard dnw—my gift in Heart Attack didn’t bother me at all.

also dnw characters requested as gender-disguised to be written as trans or to be written as absolutely loathing their disguise. other characters are fair game. if writing trans characters, dnw them to be explicitly nondysphoric (but not addressing it is fine).

…in my signup I alleged that there was some expansion to be had here, but I honestly have absolutely no idea what I was planning to write.  Sorry about that.

fandom-specific note: the “setting au” dnw obviously does not apply here; my typical “identity headcanon” au dnw has been replaced by a dnw for “marginalized identities as the main focus of a fic” since there isn’t exactly a canon here lol.

 ·       Accidentally Becoming a Famous Historical Figure Through Time Travel

·       Adjusting to a Different Era

·       Backwards Time Traveler Realizes They've Become a True Seer

·       Character Gets Stranded With A Past or Future Version of Themselves

·       Character Has Control of Mental Time Travel and Uses It to Save Scum

·       Character Meets Their Child Self

·       Character Travels Back to When They Were Still a Massive Jackass

·       Making friends with a past version of an enemy

·       One character likes other character's past self way more than they expected

·       Peggy Sue

·       Redeemed Villain Travels to Before Their Redemption

·       Secret Identity of Loved One Discovered While Stuck in Time Loop

·       Spell goes wrong and results in time travel

·       Stuck In A Time Loop With The Worst Person

·       Time Loop - Character and Enemy Are the Only People Aware of Looping

·       Time Loop - Enemies Have To Work Together To Solve The Loop

·       Time Loop - Mother of Learning rules and mechanics

·       Time Loop/Groundhog Day - Both Characters Stuck in Loop

·       Time Loop/Groundhog Day - Groundhog Peggy Sue

·       Time Travel - Cannot get back to own time period

·       Time Travel due to a Magical Artefact

·       Time Travel due to a Magical Curse

·       Time travel due to magical artifact breaking

·       Time Travel Fix-It - Derailing The Bad Guy's Descent Into Evil

·       Time Travel for Historical Research

·       Time Travel to Close Causation Circle and Preserve the Present

·       Time travel via magical locale

·       Time Traveler Must Pretend To Be Identical Looking Family Member

·       Time traveler stranded in past has to take the long way back to their correct time

·       Time Traveler Trying to Change the Past is Hampered by Lack of Full Knowledge of the Past

·       Time Traveller Cannot Reveal Their True Identity

·       Time Travelling Character is Wildly Overpowered

·       Year Inside Hour Outside