#theyre watching East Side Story i think

[foxdrabbles]

Robbin asking Whisperian for movie recommendations? or to watch a movie with her? idk, I just found out that Robbin invites her to watch a movie in her op rec and want more....

"Excuse me? Miss Whisperain?"

"Hmm? Oh, hello Robin. Did you like the movie?"

"Oh, I thought it was fascinating. I've seen a lot of old Columbian movies, but this one...it was like it used all the same cinematography, but the story it was telling was completely different."

"Ah, that's because it's actually adapted from a famous Siracusan opera. The director is a theater connoisseur, and he does a good job adapting it to a more Columbian setting, but I do still prefer the original."

"Ahhh, I see. I thought the pacing seemed slow for an action film - but if it was originally a show, of course you're going to focus more on the characters."

"Naturally. Ah, I'm sorry, you wanted to ask me something?"

"Ah! I - I just wanted to ask what movie you were planning on showing next week. I like to try and read a little about them ahead of time."

"Well, I have a few in mind, but I haven't made a final decision quite yet. You seem to know quite a bit about the history of Wrankwood, however."

"Ah, it's - just a hobby of mine..."

"Well. Would you be open to joining me for lunch tomorrow? I'm most interested in hearing your thoughts on the titles I'm considering."

[zeinnit]

here we go again. got this out earlier than expected. part three of this fic. part two.

the still unnamed series, pls i need ideas.

pairings; technoblade x reader, philza x reader

warnings: hunger, death, possible gore, suicide, possible derealization, manipulation

its been around an hour since the winged being left.

you wanted to be respectful, you wanted to obey by what he had told you to do. but you were so hungry and your arm continued to ache. the growling of your stomach was the only noise inside the car. outside the car was a different story, however.

over the past year, you managed to get used to the screams of people. however, nothing could ever get you used to the current sobbing from outside.

you already knew what was happening to the poor man. it was an ability one of the bad lucks possessed. he could control you, manipulate you into believing something that wasnt true. hed make you think you were terminally ill or that everything was fake and no one was real.

eventually, his manipulation tactics would drive you to suicide. youve been lucky to avoid his ability for this long. you remember when you witnessed it in person.

after hours of walking, you had finally reached the place that all the others were talking about. a place where you could escape the luckies and mobs, a place that had a plan. there was an island on the east coast. it was known to be completely void of anything dangerous. the community there were very friendly. the place you were currently at held the only boats in the city and they were all set to take people to the island.

many other people were there, all extremely friendly. almost as if nothing had happened to the earth. you had gotten into some small talk with a few teenagers. two girls and three boys. they said, 'we were at school during the time,' the girls started. 'the boys were at football practice and we were in algebra.' she explains, 'we were doing a group assignment with another boy when we heard an announcement telling us to go on lockdown.' one of the boys spoke, 'we were rushed inside as soon as possible, but we werent fast enough. our quarterback was swept into the air by this purple mass. we all just started running.' the other girl continued, 'our teacher ended up abandoning us. we were scared and knew it wasnt safe, so we got up and fled the classroom.' a second boy starts, 'when we all met up in the hall, we just stuck together. weve never left each others side since.'

they asked, 'what about you?' you pushed yourself to remember all the details. it was around two pm when you heard the shrieking and saw all of those people running. you were chatting with a co-worker. you and her both made eye contact before going outside to check what was happening. it was a mess, all of the running people, the huge ravine, the beasts that looked like they crawled straight out of nightmare. you knew better than to stick around. you and your co-worker both. so you made a run for your truck. however, she got hurt. you didnt know exactly what happened, but she was unable to walk. she begged you to leave her. so you did, and you beat yourself up for it everyday. they knew your pain. the boy that the girls had been working with in algebra got pushed into a ravine while they were running out of the school.

then someone from the boat that had just left came struggling onto the dock from the water. he was on the brink of death and gave us a warning. 'the island.... it isnt safe,' he started. 'one of those monsters.... it knew somehow. it attacked the island with a few others..... theyre all dead.' he couldnt get anything else out before dying himself.

then a woman stood up, screaming. she held a baby in her arms before lifting them up high and slamming the poor thing to the ground. it had died immediately. she was screaming at us like a mad man, saying, 'it was a monster! were all monsters!! none of this is real, we need to escape!' others tried to get her to calm down, but she wouldnt listen. one of the teenage boys next to you pointed it out. her eyes were completely green. she had no irises or pupils. it was just green.

it happened so fast. she had pulled a glass shard out of her pocket and stabbed some poor lady with it. she just kept stabbing and stabbing. the poor womans face, it was horrid. her eyes had almost been pulled out by the glass, her nose was all bent wrong, but the worst part was that she was still alive. her screams were ear piercing and she was still flailing. eventually two men managed to pry her off the woman, but by then we all knew there was no saving her. the teenage girls were sobbing, one vomited. two of the boys were freaking out while the other just stared in horror.

the woman struggled until she got her arm free and then plunged the glass into her neck. everyone was panicking but all we could do was watch as she bleed out. the green faded from her eyes as they returned back to normal blue irises that were wide in horror, before they relaxed.

you werent given enough time to process the death before the site was attacked itself. you dont know what happened to those teens, but wherever they are, you pray theyre okay.

but onto the man outside. he was screaming at someone who you knew probably wasnt there. you were just gonna ignore it as you usually did until you heard a girls cries. she sounded so young, she sounded so terrified. you know you should leave it alone, but you wanted to help. you needed to help. so you popped the trunk and bolted towards the man. he looked to be in his late 40s, possibly late 50s. they were most likely father in daughter judging by their similar looks but that wasnt what mattered.

you rammed into the mans side as hard as you possibly could, most definitely making your arm worse in the process. he let go of the young girl and you immediately grabbed her and rushed under a car that was low to the ground. as you expected, he was unable to reach you. but he would figure a way. you knew he would.

the girl couldnt help but scream in terror as he continued to shove a sharp hunting knife closer and closer to the two of you. the other side of the car was blocked so all you could do was make sure you were closer to him than she was.

and then blood was spit all over you and the girl. the mans eyes were wide as they switched from the piercing green back to soft hazel. tears fell out of his eyes as he coughed up more blood. the knife fell out of his grasp and his body went slack. he stared at the girl and gave one last sad smile before his face relaxed. he was gone.

the girl stopped screaming and quietly sobbed in your grasp as this had all happened. his body was dragged away and a shadow was present over the mans corpse. you could make out some sort of hooves? they looked exactly like pigs feet. the being seemed to have brown pants and maybe some sort of cape on?

as you and the girl stayed quiet and still in hopes of avoiding attention from the beast, you saw another pair of animal typed feet. this time you recognized them.

you and the girl sat quiet and still as talons tapped against the cement.

[drawingdeamon]

getting caught up on rvb: zero and heres my thoughts(tm)

- i do think rvb: zero feels more like a spinoff/side series than a genuine rvb season. it makes me think of the arc where agent washington was introduced, but we didnt know anything about pfl yet

- pacing feels rushed and they keep skipping over little things to get to the next big fight, like how washington’s past recovery, carolina’s broken arm, and the evil team stealing the key. what are their names again?

- speaking of wash, really wished he stopped getting hurt. has there been a season that didnt revolve around wash getting injured? and did any of those consequences actually stick around past the season it was featured it? 

- theres not a lot of stakes in here,, im more interested in the past story than i am with the main plot. i think starlight lab was mentioned in the past but?? who is this organization shatter squad works for? is it on chorus? why are carolina and washington doing freelance stuff when theyre practically war heros? when axel told carolina she wasnt alone bc she had the shatter squad,,, WHY. and dont tell me the other rvbs wouldnt go through hell for wash because they already did! several times!

- i had to google to make sure i wasnt mixing up viper and zero but i still have no idea who the blue buff guy is... holy shit, blue? buff? its evil caboose 2.0

- okay i ACTUALLY googled and?? viper is the team name?? zero is the leader?? and *phase* is the one with teleporting powers who may be axels daughter?? and diesel is still offbrand loco

- like,, this probably wont be the case but what if axel and zero were part of the resurrectionists way back when,,,

- also if a. phase is actually axels daughter and b. zero and axel were close buds and not related but had a falling out, that basically means zero took their kid in the divorce

- why is west referred to as the father figure when axel is the one who adopted half the team

- didnt like raymonds first entrance but hes growing on me in the classic rvb way,, through quips

- tiny too, big queen!! she reminds me a lot of dr grey

- honestly i miss the standing around and talking models... the animation is nice but its a little much. it felt much more powerful when only the major moments were animated

- if they had taken the time to set up the setting so i actually know who everyone is, and why these alien things are important, and why the rvbs are involved (maybe with an extra episode before the beginning.. episode 0, if you will) and the conversations felt more natural, i wouldve really love this series

- i still do like it! its just not the same as the rest of rvb 

update: now on encounter

- what was east saying about her dad?? did something happen in between the car chase and when theyre back to base? whats the point of skipping around the timeline other to keep the audience in the dark?

- legit i forgot why west got hurt

- theyre being taken off the mission?? bruh this series really needs to slow down sometimes,,, 

- how could east tell axel knew zero? does this team know each other that well? how did they even know the names of the bad guys if they never monologued?

- OH okay so it was zero who attacked west when axel was distracted,, bruh can we get some DIALOGUE between the good and bad people

- also this is a populated city, isnt it?? where are the people?

- HEY WASNT SHIELD ARMOR A PFL THING

- ‘lose something?’ the FLEX

- what is this armor,, also i wanna know more about the BACKSTORY.

- ‘thats the problem, you dont know anything’ YEAH. THATS MY PROBLEM WITH RVB ZERO RIGHT NOW

- thank you zero for monologuing after i complained about the lack of monologues

- so the rvbs retired,, but wash didnt? he wanted to ‘keep helping’????? idk if its because i havent watched rvb in a while but that doesnt seem like a wash thing to do 

update: now on sideways - HI TUCKER STOP LYING ABOUT BEING ALONE BUT THANK YOU FOR ASKING WHO VIPER IS

- they didnt actually answer his question smh

- as happy as i am to see my boi, i really wish red team had gotten the spotlight in this season,, 

- i really dont like how viper is there IMMEDIATELY,, they better retroactively explain this

- ‘story time... is OVERRRR’ ‘NO WAIT’ i know carolina was probably trying to stop him from rushing in but MOOD. GO BACK TO STORY TIME.

- okay this mongoose fight slaps 

- shouldnt tucker be doing more in this fight..? i mean, he does have the sword

- RAYMOND??

- is this echo thing?? IT IS THE ECHO THING

- two daughters for the price of one

- damn, tucker just randomly picked up this sword because he thought it looked cool and it it got him targetted by like. THREE separate groups at least (blarg, the mercs, and now viper) 

[oldestinker]

Tagged by @taardisblue thanks bud normally I don't do these but i crave attention too much to resist.

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favourite authors!

Yh so I don't really have "stories" per se its more like I have a bunch of one sentence poem fragments that are rotting in my phone notes waiting to be used. But again. I love attention so here we go:

1. This ones actually finished! I wrote when i was obsessed with Dead To Me (which i still am its an amazing show go watch it)

"You stand on the edge 

And dare yourself to step forward."

2. Poem fragment time! I write my silly little sentences and then i forget they exist :)

"They say look to the past but i don't remember it and then they say look to the future but i don't remember that either all i have is two walls closing in on me and theyre going to squash me like an insect under black boots"

3. This one is also finished! I am so proud of myself. This poem was written mid quarantine and you can tell.

"Poets always write that

when the world ends we will run to each other as the sky burns 

 but I think (or know, from experience) that when this world dies I will be sitting in my room alone"

4. Wait a moment! This ones an actual story! An unfinished one but we're not nitpicky right lads. Idk how to summarize this one its original characters its gay and it takes place on the prairie.

“Hey Ant?” 

    “Yes?” 

    “Which way is east?” 

5. Unexplained sentence that i dont remember writing but i write so little that im adding it anyway.

"Panic has eaten my heart raw"

6. This is the most recent one and its not my favorite as a vent poem but it IS my favorite in thats its technically gay fanfic. No i will not be telling yall what its from sorry.

"Yeah my heart is bleached cattle bones on the side of the road left to dry and never recovered but i look at you and i feel like early morning grass with the dew still on"

Ok im stopping here bc I do not have 20 wips bc holy shit who writes that much. Also im not tagging anyone sorry love ❤

As for favorite,,,either 3 or 6 bc i like that style of poetry.

[fedtothenight]

East of Eden

This is the fourth and last (for now) instalment of paper stories, set, chronologically, before the events of the other stories.

#1 Paper Bodies #2 King of Hearts #3 The bumblebee doesn’t know #4 East of Eden

If you’d like support me, this is my ko-fi page. 

Warnings for this are homophobia, shitty parents, mention of past abuse, and mentions of (future) character death.

Summary: When his parents walk in on him and Leonardo, Dario doesn’t know that this is only the first domino to fall, in a long chain of events that will last years.

EAST OF EDEN

Prologue

The first time lost you, betrayal had the taste of cherries and the colour of blood and the warmth of the sun at the end of June and the endless hours of the longest day of the year. It was 2009. I could not know that yet, but these hours would become weeks, then months and finally years, in an endless solstice. Even now, now that you're gone again, you linger on me, like smudged make-up on cheeks and sand on skin, and I wonder if I'll ever be able to wash you away forever.

*

When Ciccio opens the door to his house, he is only wearing Legea black shorts and a sleepy, confused expression. He makes room for him, keeping the door open, and gestures to come inside.

Almost five minutes ago, he called him and waited for three rings before he answered the phone. "Mate, it's two o'clock," he began, whiny, "what is it?"

He told him to open the door, because he was just outside. He also asked him for a towel and some ice, and Ciccio repeated to him, more worried now, "What’s going on?" He replied that he would tell him later, while his temple throbbed and the headache seemed to be splitting his skull in two, and Ciccio cursed, there was a rustle of sheets, and the line falling. His next message only said: "Don’t make any noise".

Now, he gestures to be quiet, his forefinger against his lips, and to take off his shoes. His eyes widen, focused on the encrusted blood that colours the left side of his face, but he doesn’t say anything. He goes to the kitchen and takes out a bag of frozen peas from the freezer, wrapping it in a kitchen towel taken from a drawer and being careful to close the drawer and the door gently, to make as little noise as possible.

Dario takes his Nike shoes off, and, pressing the bag to his temple, follows him up the stairs and then into his room at the end of the corridor. Ciccio yawns and, after closing the door slowly, lets himself fall onto the bed. "Then? What is that? What did you do to your face?"

Dario counts up to three, then to ten, until Ciccio repeats, "Mate, what the fuck happened?", in dialect, and he is staring at him worriedly, his bare forearms resting on his crossed legs.

Don’t throw up. "I can’t go home," Dario manages to say in spite of himself, and only halfway through the sentence he realises that his eyes are wet. That his throat is constricted, that it’s hard to swallow. He presses the frozen peas against the temple.

"Shit, mate, what the fuck did you get yourself into?" asks Ciccio.

While the weight on his chest becomes heavier, more oppressive, Dario manages to say: "Giulia's boyfriend." He breathes in and out, open-mouthed, quickly, shifting his gaze to the crumpled sheet at the foot of the bed, and adds: "I messed up. I hooked up with Leonardo.”

The first time was feverish, fast, with no opportunity for remorse and second thoughts. The second time, it was impulsive, a coincidence made possible by a missed appointment. The third time, however, was wanted, searched, studied, and so were the fourth, the fifth, and all the others, up to this. Until the last one.

Giulia remained motionless in front of them, her hand still clutching the door handle, for an indefinite number of seconds, victim and witness together. Even before he heard his father ask if he was in his room, or heard his steps nearing, the realisation came, with a clarity that comes only in hindsight, that they should have stopped after the first time, when it could still be one mistake and not the umpteenth. Or, anyway, that they should have paid more attention, as to hear the noise of the car parking outside, the keys in the lock, and the first steps into the house.

And soon after, his father was at the door, and he looked at them, and he said nothing, nothing, nothing. He looked at him, at Leonardo, at their clothes discarded on the ground - the socks, the t-shirts, the shorts, the pairs of jeans - and then up to their naked bodies. A part of him knew he should begin to feel the panic grow, swallow him down. He knew he was supposed to say, "It’s not what it looks like," and find an excuse, and ask for forgiveness. But it was exactly as it seemed.

And then Giulia asked, her voice just a peep, "What does this mean?"

And that's how Dario, instead of asking for forgiveness, or crying, or finding an excuse, began to laugh, and said, in perfect Italian, “It means that your boyfriend is a fag."

When he opens his eyes, the sun filters through the curtains and Ciccio is still asleep beside him. For a long second, he watches him sleep and wonders, confused, still sleepy, why he is here and not at home, not in his bed, not with...

And the memories resurface. Not like ancient shipwrecks, not like treasures: they resurface like corpses pushed to the shore by the waves. The cut on his eyebrow hasn’t bled for hours, the bag of frozen peas is back in its place in the freezer and the towel is in the dirty laundry, but when he touches his temple it feels swollen, still painful.

He remembers stumbling as he ran down the stairs, cutting his right eyebrow open, and, before that, that his father had begun to scream, but that he had not been able to take his eyes off Giulia's betrayed expression, from her gaze following Leonardo's movements as he got dressed, with her hands clasped on her mouth; he remembers the pleasure that followed, for a short, intense moment, and remembers Leonardo, his fear-stricken face, as if he had been caught committing a crime, as if, unmoving at the door, there wasn’t his girlfriend - the girl he had cheated on, over and over again, with her own brother - but something far more terrifying, as if she were the executioner and not the victim.

He checks the phone. There are thirteen missed calls and five unread messages.

One and forty-three minutes, Leonardo: I'm sorry

One and forty-three minutes, Leonardo: I 'm home

One and forty-seven minutes, Leonardo: I can’t go inside

One and forty-seven minutes, Leonardo: theyre gonna kill me

One and fifty-eight minutes, Leonardo: I'm going in, I'll call you back

The calls were from his parents and one from his neighbours, up until three in the morning. Only one from Leonardo, at one thirty-seven, and then nothing else. And only then does Dario go to the bathroom to throw up.

The retching has just hinted to stop when Ciccio knocks and, without waiting for an answer, enters the bathroom to crouch beside him and offer him a glass of cold water. "My mom made coffee and we have a piece of ice cream cake, if you’d like."

Dario pulls the toilet cover down once more, then drags himself back, until he can lean his bare back against the wall. He accepts the water, nodding, and takes a sip. "I'm not hungry."

"You also need to get your head checked. We'll take you to the hospital if you want."

"I'm fine," says Dario.

"Sure doesn’t look like that, mate."

"I don’t even need stitches," insists Dario. He places the glass on the floor, his back bare cooling  down against the wall. He stretches his legs. "I'm fine. I'm just a little nauseous."

Against all his hope, Ciccio doesn’t leave the bathroom. He flops down, crossing his legs, and, for an indefinite number of seconds, keeps opening his mouth and then closing it again.

At one point, Dario begins to count, managing to get to seventy-first before Ciccio finally says, "So..."

Here we go. "So," he echoes.

"When you say you hooked up with Leonardo," the other says slowly, "what do you mean exactly?"

Dario turns his gaze from the corner of the floor behind Ciccio’s head, which he was staring intensely at since the beginning of the conversation, and turns to stare at his friend in the eye, without batting an eyelid. "What do you think I mean?"

Ciccio is absently scratching his arm, like he always does when he is nervous, before an oral test, or when Juventus is playing. Like that time, during the first year of high school, they were discovered skipping classes, seen by an old friend of his father's, a council employee enjoying his nth break at a cafe. Out of the blue, it comes back to mind now. The employee had seen him by chance in the town square, directed to the park, he had said, to himself, is that Tano’s son? He had called his father to tell him Tano, listen to his, your son his not in school, I saw him at the square.

When they went to Ciccio’s house for lunch, his mother Lella was waiting for them; she asked him, How was school today?, and Ciccio knew immediately that they were in trouble, or at least suspected, because he started to scratch himself exactly as he is doing now, his short and strong nails ruthless on his dry skin. That time, Lella then added, Dario, go back home, I already talked to your mother, and he and Ciccio, stupid and melodramatic, exchanged the look of two old soldiers called to two different fronts, ready to never see each other again. They did see each other again, obviously. With two swollen cheeks, and their dignity a bit chipped, after the slaps - and, for Dario, a dose of wooden spoon - from their mothers, but they saw each other.

He never thought that one day he would be the cause of this tic; he always believed that he would be there to give him a light slap on his arm, telling him, Stop scratching yourself.

Ciccio shrugs. "Mate, what the fuck should I know."

"I received the membership card just a few weeks ago,” Dario answers, after a moment. “The bureaucracy is long, but they finally accepted my request to join the party."

Ciccio hides his face in his hands. For a long, terrible second, he’s afraid that he’s finally made him lose patience - he fears that he has finally turned him away, that he is about to tell him, I don’t feel comfortable, mate, to tell him to leave because he is not friends with fags. Then, however, he sees Ciccio’s shoulders jerk one, two, three times, and realises, with amazement, that Ciccio is barely holding back a laugh. He seems to give up, because it turns loud, vaguely hysterical, as he runs his hands through his hair and finally joins them as if in prayer and, rolling his eyes, says, "Mate, that’s the issue," and shakes his head, "’s not that you’re gay, it’s that you’re an asshole."

Later, sitting at the table, Ciccio asks him, So? and Dario finally decides to answer him seriously. Still with a little nausea, he takes in a deep breath, and explains: I also like girls. It seems such an abstruse concept, to Ciccio, who frowns, rubs his fingers on his forehead, seems to focus on the question as he would with an equation he cannot solve. He is trying to adapt, Dario realises, as do people and animals in adverse conditions, to reconcile the friend he has known for a lifetime, who used to draw Dragon Ball characters during history class, with whom he plays table football at the bar, with this new person; the life he knows and the one he is discovering, imagining now: who knows if he is thinking about their childhoods, when they used the common showers after the swimming lessons, if he is trying to focus on the memory to find some furtive glances going a bit too low, some misplaced looks. Who knows if he's analysing all his movements, the way his wrist bends when he sips his coffee, or the nonchalant gesture when he fixes his hair, if he's considering his choices in fashion, to find something, a clue, a nod, that he, the friend he believed to know deep down, is a person who is new to him. “But is it possible to like boys and girls?”

“It is.”

“But then you’re not gay-gay. Like, you’re 50% bent. A flexible contract gay. Wait, can I say bent? Queer? How do you call it then? Bisexual?”

In his mind, Dario repeats the word: bi, bisex, bisexual. Bisexual. He savours it slowly, tests its consistency, its quality, its cut, as he would with a mouthful of tender meat, bites it, lets it melt on his tongue. What do they call it, he wonders, when you like girls, but you also hook up with your sister's boyfriend? Faggot? Bent? Bisexual? Traitor? Judas?

Ciccio clears his voice. “Isn’t it weird that he’s also hooked up with your sister, though?"

"He hasn’t," Dario replies. "He doesn’t like women at all. He said to her that he wanted to ‘be serious’, so they have never done anything. "

"Ah, so he's gay-gay, 100% it,” considers the other. Then, he grimaces. "But why him, honestly?"

How to explain it to him that it couldn’t have been anyone else but him? That it was never a choice? So, unable to do anything else, he just nods. Ciccio shakes his head, comments, with a half-laugh, "Fuck, mate, you Cain," but, at least, he has stopped scratching his arm.

The day he and Ciccio skipped classes, when his cheek still burned with pain and humiliation, he was in the dining room, his fists clenched at his sides, and his mother was still screaming, "How is it possible that you don’t even go to school, on top of not studying?! Why do we even bother to buy your books? Why do we bother to pay for private tutoring?” until she finally shouted, “Can you not be at least a little bit like your sister?!”

Giulia stood at the doorframe, as she often did when their mother scolded him. He always wondered, if only to himself, if she did so because she was afraid that she’d eventually be asked to join the tirade, like it happens in school, when the teacher has already called another classmate to the blackboard and, yet, all others remain alert, on guard, worried that the teacher could ask them a question and catch them unprepared. Or if she did because, subconsciously, somewhere inside her, she felt a certain satisfaction in knowing that she would never be at the receiving end of the scolding: she was the mature child, the smart one, polite and respectful, who went to sleep at the right time and didn’t talk back at her parents or teachers, who brought home only grades like: good distinguished and excellent. If she did it because she enjoyed it a little to see the proof that, between the two, she was, and had always been, the best twin.

The day he did càlia con Ciccio, and skipped school, Dario eventually screamed back to his mother, "Maybe it would have been better if only she had been born, right?" He continued, "You're a shitty mother, because you've always preferred her and we all know that," and she remained, for a long minute, too stunned to answer, as he turned to his sister and, against her, he finally shouted, "At least admit that you're here because enjoy to see her mad at me!”

Only then did his mother give it to him with a wooden spoon, wherever she could catch him, while he tried to wriggle away. A blow for every time he did not apologise to Giulia: one on the back of the right thigh, "How can you say such a thing about your sister?!" then on the ass, "Tell her you’re sorry!", one on the side of his legs, "You’re a disgrace!”, two blows behind the knees.

Now, he is sitting next to Leonardo on a bench in the farthest corner of the town's park – the gardens, away from indiscreet looks, from the families in the playground, and Leonardo has a bad bruise on his left cheek which Dario tries not to let his gaze linger on.

(He left Ciccio's house only after receiving a text message from Leonardo. It only said, Let's meet at the gardens in half an hour. After some hesitation, he also texted his mother, warning her that he will return home in the afternoon. She hasn’t replied yet. )

“Your neighbour, Accountant Salemi, knew that my father would react badly," Leonardo is telling him. "He knows him. He remembered that my father was not exactly open-minded, you know. So, he brought me and demanded to come inside with me. Your mother had already called them. I didn’t even want to go in – took a lot of convincing."

Dario swallows. "What will you do with your parents now?"

"Another year," answers Leonardo. "Another year, and I'll leave this town. They told me that they will let me finish high school.” He looks down at his clasped hands. "I have written to Giulia that I am sorry,” he adds, “that it’s not her fault, and that I will disappear from your lives. That I won’t even see you again, if not at school.” His voice shakes, and his eyes are red, and Dario thinks, Tell him, give him a culprit, but the words get stuck in his throat, and Leonardo is saying, “It’s going to get better,” he’s saying, “I will move abroad, and it will get better,” and he holds back the tears, looks at him, asks him, “Right?”

Tell him, Dario thinks. Tell him the truth. Instead, he replies, "It will. It will be better.”

"We couldn’t know that they’d be back early," Leonardo says. "It's not your fault. It's nobody's fault."

Dario inhales, exhales, thinks, We could. I could. Thinks, Tell him.

"No," he says instead faintly, "It's nobody's fault."

Despite everything, Leonardo smiles at him, sniffling, and intertwines his fingers with his. With his thumb, he draws invisible lines on the palm of his hand. Presses gently. It almost seems like the park - the flashes of green divided by small pathways, the slides, the swings, no more than old chains left to rust - the sky, the burning sun, the sultry, suffocating air, the whole town with its corners and construction sites and post-war schools, do not disappear, exactly, but flow into that gesture, that the matter and the universe are shrinking, contracting there where the palms of their hands touch, that it all finds space inbetween their fingers, that this, only this, has meaning, that only this exists. If only we could stay like this, Dario thinks, if only this moment could be prolonged for days, months, years, or remain still, immortalised in an indefinite point in time, like a picture or a portrait. He thinks that if this is the end, if tomorrow there will be two strangers inhabiting two bodies that of each other know smell, taste, edges and weaknesses, then, as long as he is allowed, he might as well hold his hand for some more time, and then some more, and then some more. Until, from their fingers, the matter expands again, returns to being grass and oxygen and the concrete of the walls, creating a universe in which they are two different and new people. Like two set of rails intersecting before they branch off again in two different directions. He allows himself to have this, before tomorrow comes, before Leonardo stops knowing him as the boy who’s loved him, at least somehow, at least somewhat, who has given him his body, in some way, and recognises him as the one who’s ruined his life.

In third grade, it was already clear that Giulia was much brighter than him. Or that, at least, she was much more gifted that he was and would ever be. What was simple calculations for her, for him meant long, pointless afternoons spent, after school, doing and redoing the same maths exercises. When she had already learned all the multiplication tables, he still had difficulty learning the six table, struggling to remember six by eight?, six by nine?. One evening, his mother spent three hours trying to get him to learn a paragraph of history on the Etruscans; at the end of the day, her sister was busy reading the first book she’s been given, Harry Potter and The Philosopher's Stone.

While she was building case and school diary walls not to let her desk mate snoop and encouraged the competitiveness with another girl named Silvia, the second best in the class, who for five years would wear mustard-coloured hair and a pair of blue-framed glasses and, for five years, would be the only one to suffer the academic excellence of her sister more than him, he was sitting at the teacher’s desk, punished because he would stand and talked without permission with his best mate, Ciccio.

One day, when he was eight, he found a white board attached to the fridge. He would remember for years that he kept watching the words next to his name and his sister's: in her row, a series of  distinguished distinguished distinguished very good, and below, in his row, his sufficient scarce not very good, his failures lined up next to each other. The board would remain hanging for years, taunting him, a constant reminder of his lacking.

He would also remember another time, a few weeks later. Their teacher Carlotta - who knew of her mother's efforts to improve his grades - had sighed looking at his math exercises and had told him that she wouldn’t grade him, this time, provided that he’d try and redo the exercises. During the break, he had copied an excellent from the notebook of his desk mate, being careful to the curve of the o, to the straight lines of the t. Once home, he left the notebook open on the kitchen table and went to wash his hands before lunch, expecting, upon his return, to find his mother ready to congratulate him. Once back from the bathroom, he heard his sister say: Mum, Dario cheated! He wrote the grade himself. That evening, he wrote: Who acts like a spy is not child of a Mary’s, not a child of Jesus, and when they die they go down there, in Giulia's school diary, and his mother spanked him for that as well.

At home, he thinks, Scream. Shout that you hate me. That you do not want me at home anymore. Shout that I am a shame, a shit son, a disgrace. Tell me to go away. But they don’t scream; they say: "The heart wants what it wants,” and his mother puts a hand on his shoulder, squeezing, "We don’t love you any less, okay?", but she doesn’t look at him in the eyes at all, her eyes pinned on the doily under the vase of fake flowers.

Matter doesn't retract: matter remains motionless, like a still life painting. It doesn’t change anything, they tell him, we don’t love you any less, but he knows it's not true: he knows that it's another crack in an already chipped, worthless vase. He is laid bare, yet, opposed to how it felt in front of Leonardo and in front of Ciccio, he doesn’t feel anything, not shame nor fear nor anger. Within himself, this awareness creeps in: the reason his parents are not screaming, are not cataloguing this  one as another of his failures, it is that they know it is not his fault. This is not him not studying. They are educated, open minded enough to think: he was born that way, and then, if it’s not the result of a wrong education, of a lesson imparted badly, or not imparted at all, it’s not their fault, either. And, suddenly, they are redeemed. But he sees it all the same, this day lined up on the board next to his bad grades.

They encourage him and his sister to talk, in her bedroom. Sitting next to each other on her bed, on the Harry Potter duvet cover their parents bought her for Christmas, her with her arms folded, curled forward as if she had a stomachache, his legs slightly apart, his shoulders slumped.

Just like his mother didn’t look at him, he doesn’t look at his sister, his twin. He does not look up from the floor, even when Giulia asks him, "How many times?"

"I don’t know," he answers honestly. "Many. For quite some time."

And Giulia mumbles, "We haven’t had sex.” I know, Dario thinks. He told me. But then she adds, quoting her mother with bitterness. “The heart wants what it wants, right? Maybe I should have understood that. And I accept it. I thought about it and I accept it, you know, because I know you can’t do anything about it. I forgive you."

Anger builds and is blinding. He sees what his sister is doing: if she can forgive him, then she too is redeemed. The heart wants what it wants. But his heart is not the part of the body that made him fuck Leonardo. If it has to be his heart, though, and not of his brain or his hormones, it’s not the piece of it that belongs to Leonardo, but the one that overflows with everything he feels towards her.

And that's how he says it, with a perverse twinge of pleasure when it takes her breath away. “I don’t love him," he says, turning to look at her. "I lied to him, when I told him that I did, because I do feel something for him, yeah, but it's not love. I did because of you."

Giulia's light olive skin has turned so pale that it looks yellowish, sick. "What do you mean?”

So, finally, he says it. After years, he release the resentment gathered at bottom of his stomach, twisted around his guts like a snake.

“One year, we were on holiday at the seaside, in Calabria,” he begins, "the hotel entertainer made us compete – who would build the best sand castle. We were probably around six. I had even forgotten all about it, until last year, while I was looking for a photo of me and Ciccio in primary school, and I saw a picture of you smiling next to your sand castle and.  I remembered that you told me to get closer to the waves, to use the wettest, most malleable sand. This way, you don’t have to go back and forth, you said to me. Then, a stronger wave hit my castle full on, and you won."

Giulia exhales, "I’m not following you."

Her slender legs, half-covered by a pair of shorts, are shaking. For anger, frustration or sadness, he cannot figure it out. And, not surprisingly, he doesn’t care. He opens himself up, sinking the knife as deep as possible. It’s not enough for him to be bare: after years of silence, he feels the need to eviscerate himself, like hunters do with their prey. He is one and the same.

“I asked myself, ten years later, if you had said that on purpose. In the end, I had nothing, but you had won. Mom barely had time to take that picture before I destroyed your castle out of spite. And it has always been this way, all this time. You've always been,” he concludes, taking a deep breath, driving the knife in, in, in, "the best child. If there was one thing that I could finally take away from you, that I could take, I would do it. I wanted him, and I wanted you to see, sooner or later, he was mine, that in spite of all your victories, him I won easily. "

Giulia's sobs are the only thing that fills the silence of the room. She shudders, and it is an ugly cry, not like the ones in the movies, and he only feels even more frustration, listening to her whining. Here they are, next to each other, twins so similar in appearance and yet totally different, in character, interests, choices.

It’s as if they are not siblings at all, albeit tied by the same genes, by the same blood. They are dust twins, already swept away; ash twins, nothing but what remains of something that has gone up in smoke; sand twins, because sand is fine, crumbly, weak, and nothing made it of it survives for long. Footprints don’t last, castles don’t hold up.

Like sand, he imagines her crumbling down, grain after grain. And he doesn’t feel anything. If we are made of sand, a part of him thinks, if we are weak by nature, crumbly, almost insubstantial, maybe it's more bearable to know that you have destroyed a person. Or, the contrary, that you have let someone destroy you.

When Giulia finally speaks, her words are slurry for the tears. "I did it on purpose, the castle thing,” she says. “And I liked when Mum screamed at you. Not get out."

The first time was impulsive, and, at the same time, it was not at all. Maybe that's how a murderer feels, before committing his first crime: the last moments of hesitation before sinking the knife into the flesh, or wrapping his hands around a neck, or pulling the trigger.

He was alone at home, on a Saturday night Giulia had gone out with their parents and he had refused to go out with them and their relatives and be bored for an entire night (a decision that had, however, caused a long quarrel). Leonardo rang the doorbell, apologising for the time. "I have to leave Giulia’s Latin notebook here," he explained, "she needs it for Monday."

He opened the gate, then the door of the house, he let him in and went back to the sofa, vaguely pointing to his sister's room. "Go ahead," he told him, getting comfortable again.

He was sipping a beer as he watched the game, and when Leonardo returned to the living room, he also offered one to him. Leonardo raised his eyebrows. "Are your parents okay with this?"

"My parents don’t have to know, do they?" he replied.

Leonardo accepted the beer with a nod and sat next to him, his legs apart enough that their knees would touch, from time to time, and seemingly focused on the game. He moved them imperceptibly, close and open again; after long minutes spent commenting on the match under his breath, Leonardo's right knee stopped, pressed against his.

Suddenly, it became all Dario was able to focus on. The alcohol had made him pleasantly relaxed. Nevertheless, that touch, the almost non-existent rubbing of such a tiny part of their bodies now become a constant and present pressure, seemed to burn every vein and capillary, like fire spreads along gas lines.

He had noticed, and for quite some time, that Leonardo was attractive. Even before that, he had realised, albeit with reluctance and resignation, that he could find beauty in men. He could not understand, however, if the other was unaware of what was raging inside him, or if he was just polite enough to ignore it – to ignore the way his breathing faltered a bit in feeling his leg against his.

Dario recalled all those times they had spent time together because of Giulia: it’d seem, sometimes, that he could catch Leonardo looking at him intently, his gaze roaming down his body. He recalled that time he complimented his drawings, the way he squeezed his shoulder and let his hand slip down his shoulders before he pulled back. He catalogued the the curses and sighs he sometimes caught in school, in response to homophobic jokes, wondering for the first time if were angry rather than resigned.

Is it possible? Dario suddenly wondered. He pushed his knee against his, and Leonardo did not pull back: he swallowed, leaning forward to leave his beer on the table, and then bent his elbows back, letting them rest on the back of the couch. The game was just a background noise now, and Dario, both for the alcohol and the thrill triggered by the uninterrupted, burning physical contact, leaned forward and rested a hand on Leonardo’s thigh. Leonardo jerked, his hand flew to cover his, as if to stop him. He didn’t stop him, though. The long, electric seconds before he leant forward and kissed him were like a glass trinket dangling back and forth for a long moment before shattering on the floor. They kissed. Then they fumbled with their jeans and did more than that.

Did he have a choice? Could it be someone else, if not him? If he had not been his sister's boyfriend, would he have acted the same? Since Leonardo was cheating on his sister in the first place, would that erase Dario’s guilt? He would never love him, he knew that, because to love him would mean giving away the last piece of him that he had left for himself. The one not saved for his parents, his sister, Ciccio and the rest of his friends, for all those people who seemed to demand even more pieces of him, to store away like religious relics or to chew and spit out.

In the end, he decided to lie, to say I love you to Leonardo. He convinced himself that, perhaps, it’s easier to accept that someone has has hurt us, if they did so by mistake, by loving us imperfectly. Then, perhaps, Leonardo would have forgiven him.

He sleeps for long hours, and when he wakes up, the sun is finally setting. It is a mistake to head down to the kitchen for a glass of water. He stops behind the wall, hearing his parents whisper. His mother is saying, "Maybe this is the cause of his uneasiness, as a child," and the nausea comes back, ruthless. He fights the urge to retch as he retracts in his room like a wounded animal and sits on the bed. Discomfort. Cheater. Bisexual. Brother. Twin. Ciccio’s words, his sarcastic tone, you're a Cain, mate, echo in his mind, and he grabs the laptop. With the laptop fan as background noise, he opens a Google tab.

It was just Giulia that was supposed to come back early yesterday. Just her, accompanied  by a family friend’s daughter. This is what her text said. Just her. She would see with her own eyes that her boyfriend wanted him, that at least one thing, only one, was his, and his alone, and he would have his payback, and Leonardo, the cheater, would be a victim and an accomplice together, and perhaps he would feel the guilt, sure, but not forever, not for long, not enough to make his breath stutter. Their parents would be left out of the equation. Giulia would have been too ashamed to ever say anything

Dario couldn’t know, then, that his mother had had food poisoning. He couldn’t know that his parents and Giulia would come back together early, that they would walk up the stairs, that they would open the door and find them together, that his mother would call Leonardo’s parents and tell them the truth, convinced of doing the right thing.

Dario couldn’t know that the Accountant would have to drive Leonardo home and protect him from his own father, and that the Accountant’s wife, that old gossip, would spread the details of the fight, of the family fight, of the seemingly perfect son with only one fatal flaw, poor thing, to an entire town.

Years later, Dario would smoke a cigarette outside the church of their town and think, It was me. I pushed the first domino. He would sit cross-legged in front of a grave - a grave with no epitaph, just with a name, a date of birth and one of death - and he would whisper, crying, You promised me that I would never see you again, and then, lying on this same bed, staring at the ceiling, he would imagine to go back to years and years prior, to fix everything.

Years later, Dario would imagine to read Giulia’s text, the one that said I’m coming back home tonight, not tomorrow, and warn Leonardo, tell him they would meet another time, no problem, instead of leaving his phone in the hall and pretend, for the years that followed, that he had never read that text.

Years later, Dario would imagine to make a different choice, to give Leonardo a future, to give him a better chance at life. Perhaps, had he not let his bittern win, if that afternoon, a lifetime ago, he had cancelled their plans, perhaps Leonardo wouldn’t have fought his father. Perhaps he would have not moved abroad.

Maybe, Dario would think on July 1st, 2015, Leonardo would have been alive, happy, and with him. Perhaps, then, their hands could have been joined for some more time, and some more, and some more, fingers intertwined in a different universe.

He would wonder how many people he had hit with one decision.

He would think that it would have been enough to save one.

But he can’t know that now. At the end of the longest of the year, in 2009, Dario recalls Ciccio’s words and looks up Cain on Google.

Gently touching his sore eyebrow, he reads, for the first time, about the story of the two brothers from Genesis, of Cain, who killed Abel for envy, and was condemned by God to wander, a restless wanderer on the earth, with a mark on the forehead, until he settled in the land of Nod, east of Eden.

[falconsandfishes]

platonic relationship

i have a bone to pick with plato. see the socratic method is basically the scene in montynpython in which a woman is weighed against a peice of wood to determine if she is a witch. and this is pretty much also the measurement system women use for me judge a cardio junkie by his ability to withstand smoke fumes. ive been up all night listening to eminem because i wish that i had the mysogny that he had because logically i should be mad at these females who lie to me but apparently developmentally theyre limited. 

so pretty much i just want my neck not to hurt and my side and platonic love isn really the kind which could support my lumbar spine but if you think im angry you are right and maybe if i rhyme my brain will work this time and ill finally be able to explain was never targeted at my objects of affections at all i like to walk around the mall see a cutie with a skirt on and she sees me looking at her tells her grandmother to leave her there because this place looks fun as she smiles at me there comes abu my friend who judges me and judges you and as i stare at her i can tell she wants me too probably more emotionally mature than my mom and a virgin with her skirt on and its workun but i have the confidence of a plastic bag floating in the wind shes cheesing while i hide behind her even though shes 4 11 and im 6 4 and because he was there i didnt pass because i dont cross paths but even thinking about having a girlfriend makes him mad. if shes too young for me i would have figured that out but it doesnt help that no matter how young or how old even the weather lady im told shes not right for me so will you make up your mind please can someone define maturity because apparently there is a reverse correlation between it and age and socrates was no sage im not really impressed that he drank poison similarly i smoke weed which takes me back to age three and birthday parties then i think about how much my life failed but only because everyone always stood in front of me. so snitch on me when i talk to you when youre in front of me at your desk and say your story about butterflies is the best begging middle and end. meawhile i havent even gotten to the first page of my legend of the sword it had a much more compliated plot which was cut off. then tell me i didnt count to tenthousand while you were listening to the teacher say the is spelled t h e and put me in a remedial reading class with a bunch of girls and address us as the girls so we can read books about a mouse who lives with his family in a house but if girls and boys are the same how can you explain i was the only one in that group to be bumped up to the advanced on by 2nd grade. i guess reading the encylopedia of animals wasnt a wase memorized their latin names bufo sativa phylobates. so by third grade i was getting so good at math that they took me out of class and had me testing material meant for 5th graders and it was really lame how can i explain all the flaws in the system to all the other people who were also ruined by it.

finally one girl who was definitely old enough for me waved at me when i looked at her and i got a boner and walked over to the ladies at the tea shop who looked at me with a disgusted look on their faces then some gangster looking dude older than i am replaces me with his hand on her shoulder.

before i was 18 i could beat up my dad and ever since then i knew not many people in my generation had much of a chance against me but i looked so thin they were not understanding. high iq causing depression have anothe smoke session even though you have athsma everyone remember to complain that i prefer to get high off one big hit i stayed in high school till i graduated but i left.

unfortunately with brain damage i could still make straight as which made me think i was ok gpa jumping above 3.68 when i only show up an agerage of 3 days.

practice your sky hook do your pushups get embaressed when an asian princess sees you do them 20 hanlaps perfect form and im not even a jock wow id better stop. next thing the girl i like is sitting on my lap in class telling me she likes me back shes sitting on my desk shes rubbing my face my life isnt gay justnsaynsomehing and youll get laid.

nah ill let some kid with adhd steal her seat and ill help him with math instead because i didnt tell her this but im alread braindead. my soul probably died with my pet lizard or my kitten perhaps it was internet addiction. 

what makes you think youll be make it as a porn star? you know im hot. well maybe i just didnt want you to act like a slut. i still remember the blonde who waves at me and smiled my freshman year it was clear that the world was my oyster the only problem was i couldn make my own choices.

i wanted to be an actor but i was so good at acting nobody got it. was so good at debating everyone liked to argue. was so succinct couldnt get the last word. so fast nobody would pass me the ball so dominant in wrestling i had to pretend i couldnt win just to have a friend.

pretty much i feel like the last cro magonon stuck on an island without charlotte saisselin bounce baby bounce three story house you look so cute in a blouse. hey look theres charlottes stalker i think il wave my arms around.

bounce baby is a reference to eigth grade i was watching a 100 meter race and then some black guy said that she never raced again. weed turned her from a goth into a wigger and after that i figured id become one too but it wasnt till 2009 i started to dress like you. what happened was i got some clothes from olympia sports to wear as warmups on the basketball court and to work as a salesman i shaved my head smiled knowing i was dead but still i couldnt even say i wanted to kiss  girl without that not being cool enough for my nephew and her bowl broke too

it fell from her car on the pavement and she said that he didnt even get to hit it.

so now im living in my dads room on the floor and finally my back isnt sore i have a well paying job im away from mom i have iron lungs and dad still doesnt approve because now i play too much basketball.

hi im interested in going to california. i meant connecticut but califonia will do since its warm there. sure steve come on out west but read the fine print your 20s are dead.

prove you wrong shame on me. dont prove you wrong brag proudly. stay out west and let your dad die. watch him act like an asshole at home back east one more time. your reward for having surived on the street for years as a middle clas kid

your friend says he thought you were dead. by the way he has this girlfriend in connectiut. oh you were the one who set him up with her? theres a whole website or three centered around her? 

better get you to spend your money on heroin and make you seem like a jerk in front of my dad. my excuse is im skitzophrenic.

all because my dad shamed me for growing up even crazier than him. thats why i called up my friend and asked him to date my girlfriend. 

there must have been something in those amphetamines which made me keep stopping at her house. i found them up on the shelf years after i tried to spill them out.

it was the first time an adult had ever called me immature. he also said my handwriting was bad and i needed a cure. talking to him i began to get red where even to begin? i have a lot of prblems at home and this isnt fair. see my dad camps in the yard and gets drunk watches us through windows andmy sister punches me in the head. mom pretty much works till shes in bed.

every day she watches the same soap opera and oprah which i record for her on tape. my sisters friends call me gay so i go over and play with the kids from the other neighorhood all day. 

one of them listens to a lot of eminem. his favorite song is if you dont like it you can suck my dick. hes in reform school and proud to be off his meds. when i talk about biking down a steep hill and blending into traffic he thinks i meannliterall blend in.

two gay twin brothers end of the road honor roll kids. play baseball and have alcoholic parents. hey ill tell the girl steve likes he likes her then she will never talk to him again. accept his chalenge to a fight and he will bang my head into a tree which is the same thing i did to another kid who tried to jump me but got sperated from his friends. 

refuse to dance with the only girl in middle school who has hips. make fun of the girls intelligence who sits next to you in math and has giant tits. refuse to eat candy off the first girls tounge then your science teacher who pushed pills on you flips on the tv its 911

stare at a girl all day and say you dont like her. girls think youre gay if you have a boner. telll me a calculator doesnt mattrer for a test but i do worse without one. make a flag pencil it isnt cool enough for the other kids.

sit with the retarded kids timmy and jimmy. watch nick all night fresh prince and bill cosby.

your sister wont stop torturing you so hold her at knife point. buy knives at school try to resell them and for the first time ever the kids you sold them to ge caught witth knives.

stay in the program with three teachers who gave up on you. one leaves to become a dean suddenly your grades go up. kids are jealous because you dont do homework. girls smile at you knowing that your test scores are high despite that.

throw shotput as far as a high school kid without any exercise or practice. run around the track dozens of times in pants you still arent good enough yet.

go to an alternative program reluctantly in high school its sort of like jail. everyone smells like cigarettes the air is stale. this isnt good for you but we will make you think if you leave you will fail.

[socksandwitches]

ok so i need to write my thoughts down so here we are

my lazy ass has officially caught up with all this dema drama (at least i hope) (there is so much) (i was so confused)   

ok so first of all

1. to me the ppl on the cliff are not in dema anymore, rather theyre ppl that have escaped just like clancy (but in the past). in one of the letters (the last one i think), when clancy is describing the outside world, (the trench wink wink) he says that he expects to find others like him and that he keeps seeing flashes but when he looks up (!!!) there is no one there. idk just my thoughts 

- upon furder research -  AKA THE BANDITOS FROM THE REVERSED LYRIC IN NATN ‘WE ARE THE BANDITOS’ (we are banditos, you will leave dema and head true east, we r/denounce vialism)  

no wait the banditos r probs the rebels in dema nrm 

buut my beloved genius lyrics said this  ‘ The “banditos” are a group of individuals rescuing people trapped in Dema.’ (like the ppl on the cliff helped tyler) 

and i think in the letters clancy said smt about ‘the other side’ (we’re hoping the other side will find a way in)

so actually yes the ppl on the cliff are not IN dema, they’re the banditos

2. JOSH AND JENNA ON DA CLIFF

3. okokok so i found this theory and its mindblowing to me and omg ok so (i reblogged it so its somewhere on my page if you want to read something coherent) (by 4thlight) but so it you take into account the fact that EAST IS UP and you take the drawing of the circles with the bishops’ names YOU CAN MATCH IT TO THE COVER OF BLURRYFACE, so the bishops match with certain songs and also their names are lyrics from that song so 

keons - heavydirtysoul - ‘choke on smoke’

savarver - tear in my heart - ‘she’s a carver’

listo - ride - list of ppl 

lisden - polarize - all i feel is deny deny denial

reisdro - doubt - temperature is dropping 

vetomo - lane boy - alive tomorrow 

andre - fairly local - and repeat yesterday’s dance

nills - goner - and beaten down i’ll 

nico - stressed out - you guessed it, tis nowhere no be found BUT

what did the dema website tell us? ...we don’t know his name... 

BUT DO U KNOW WHAT IS IN THE SONG 

MY NAME IS BLURRYFACE 

i mean coincidence? haha these bois r way too smart for that 

4. i’ve seen a lot of debate regarding whether the rider wearing a red cloak with A VAILE MASKING HIS FACE MAKING IT BLURRY is blurryface or not. here’s what i’m thinking 

i mean my dudes they could not be more clear, from the physical traits to what i prebiously discussed, that little fuk is blurryface. (also remember that in the blurryface era tyler’s neck and hands were always painted black? what does mister here do to claim tyler? SMEARS BLACK SOMETHING ON HIS NECK) (if u need a reminder “Insecurity for me feels like the sensation of suffocating. So that’s why I do the neck thing. The other thing I’m most insecure about is saying, ‘This is what I created. This is mine. This is the best I can do.’“So there’s black on my hands to represent that. The live show is a moment where that character is realised and confronted and hopefully conquered. As the show goes on, the make-up starts to wear away.”) 

random thought, i like the idea of each bishop representing a different thing, like according to clancy ‘keon embodied the spirit of dedication’

idk really know what my point is but to me the rider’s appearence ties him to blurryface who is tied to nico by the ‘east is up’ album cover ordeal

now to me the question is, is nico/blurryface a bishop/what makes him special? 

cuz the song is nico and the niners, not just the niners (also obv niners=bishops, cuz there r 9 of them). this could possibly mean that nico is the head of the regime or maybe he overthrew a previous bishop and took his place idk

5. the story reminds me a lot of march to the sea from way back when, cuz of the ‘blindly following’ aspect of it 

6. also all the ‘the village’ references (a movie that my mom loves way too much and that i watches when i was way too young that traumatized me to death and made me dead scared of forests) (alas i live in norway) (where there are more trees than ppl) with all the red vs. yellow etc 

ANYWAYS, IN CONCLUSION, TO CONCLUDE ALL IN ALL, thank god for tøp, making my summer less miserable one mystery at a time 

[filmery]

Stream of Consciousness

from Iron Man

****WATCH OUT FOR LOTS OF GRAMMATICAL ERRORS****

fav marvel opener- flipping comic book pages -never read any whoops

no one is wearing black- back in black

sexist- driver woman

rdj is =iron man

peace sign kid holds- he dies so thats why tony does peace sign

"older guy cant work camera" clishe

uggggh shaky camera

why was he with the troops/ not in helicopter?

zoom into bomb fast- GREAT fast comedic moment just before sadness

he shud not have been conscious after explosion that close

WTF IS THAT UNDER HIS SHIRT WTF- IFITS ARMOR IT SHULD PROTECT HIM

al quaeda to soon

so hes steve jobs- made a frikin computer in his garage

ewww rbj with no beard- bad cgi :( cant u just shave and get over urself?

yes weapons are the key to peace hahahahahahAHAHAHAHAHAHAHhahaha

rip terrence howard as rhody

"too cool for award" cliche

"bald guy is bad" cliche

"hes always working" uhhh besides a few montages.... no he really just parties

only talks to cute girls....... uggggh

military funding? ha more like military debt ahahahahah 20 trillion is iron mans fault

jarvis is wing man after one night stand???? idve thought hed think tony was cheating lol

"girl wakes up with just guys shirt" cliche

"guy wakes up and leaves before girl wakes up" cliche

cat fight ha+2 points

literal and figurative island haha

so tony aint smart, he just uses jarvis

he obvi doesnt know how t4he faa works

i was gonna get REAL mad if tony didnt buy a painting cuz it was "too expensive" but we good

tonys a dick

yet pepper finds him attractive

ksorry

yaaaas rhody calling him a baby cuz he FING IS

im pretty sure laser shows in airplanes are illegal

"im not drinking them gets drunk" cliche

in my opinion from what ive collected, you cant be feared AND respected. fear takes over and you do things based on fear, not fromrespect - also how will blowing up people help them respect you? unless youre talking about getting respect from those u protect and those u kill cuz thats completely differeent then

"i respectfully disagree" or do you "fearfully disagree"

starts out as all techno talk, then turns into baby talk wtf

that shock wave conviently stopped right after it hit them

montage of painful surgeyr cliche

ewww that pipe in his nose as groooooooss

"dont do that but dontexplain" cliche

the dude cant understand english how did he know that tony refused????

why tf wouldnt u test it ANYWHERE BUT THE MIDDLE EAST?????

why cant they just wait and order the missile

k so this scene is srs and all but WATCHING HIM CARRYING THE CAR BATTERY IS SOOOO FuNNY I CANT

"no he wont" OK NOW U CANT UNDERSTAND U POS

"theyll never find u" cliche

why is his friend here?

how does he know how to build it? tbh he probs just had jarvis do it back home

how does the gov not know hes selling weapons to terrorists? we cant be that corrupt can we?

so hes building his ring thing but they DONT FING NOTICE THATS THERES NO MISSILES AT AlL??????

and they didnt question them the entire time

lemme peek but not go in and investigate

"i have steady hands" and then he crashes his car and LOOK! Doctro strange!

when a speech starts with a history lesson, u know its been rehearsed u poser

honestly... hot coal in mouth- worst way to die fml

props to marvel for not telling how fast theyre moving so i cant bust them for not being able to get it done

why the circle around the chest thing

wouldt one of their rules to be able to see u at all times

ctrl i is italicize hahahaha

why did the lights shut off but no the clearly hookedup laptop?

i enjoy the rock music as background music- not ur stereotypical ( yet awesome) hans zimmer score

yaaaaaas bitches run

gun shootsthen rebounds onto him- pretty sure thats not how physics work

if anyone should die, its tony tbh that whiny bithc

-2 for killing an actual good guy

how does not one of those bullets penetrate his suit?

----not enough use of the word penetreate

k no theyd keep shooting

tony: everythings on fire and im dying

ouchie that giant fall

how does he know hose helis are good?

DONT TOUCH HIS SUNBURNT AND BLISTERING SHOULDERS RHODY EWWWW

+2 for cheeseburger yas

-2 for burger king ew

doesnt sheild deal with aliens not terrorists?

newsreels? hes not THAT old

+10000 for ACCOUNTABILITY AND RESPONSIBILTY WOOOOO

k hes obvi doing the best thing here and now everyone gets pissed for him TRYING TO SAVE PEOPLES LIVES EHY IS THAT BAD?????? HE ALREADY HAS a shit otn of money LET HIM BE

fuck u and ur segway obidiah

the other thing..... dont put ur name on it

jokes on u! it was alqueade

+100 for mad money reference!!!!!

...so pepper didnt know about it so whyd he blame her for .3 seconds?

pepper is useless omg PUT YOUR HANDS IN HIS CHEST

why did he say dont take out the magnet but all of a sudden u dont need it?

i wonder if they actually built robots for tonys btterfingers

rhodeys we need pilots speech was just proven again by the aircraft landing in the hudson

so non military= humanitarian now? and if so why that bad?

honestly surprised that jarvis isnt some hot lady voice

k raza with sunglasses= morpheus

why is the mask the most vital part for raza?

tony crashing into wall is why u should ALWAYS WEAR A HELMET KIDS

obadiah is NOT playing the piano

+2 for not trusting obidiah

daaaamn if thats 1% whats 100% capacity

and he still doesnt wear a helmet

k his eye holes are so small how can he actually see?

run before walking leads to lots of problems later in life tony

at leaast he checked atc

goddammkit u made smol child drop ice cream

beginners luck

rip that baby grand he probs didnt know how to play

+2 for that fire extinguisher

+50 for Pepper being a cutie with that gift

how does tony not have his liscence revoked? hes a shit driver and can hire a chaffeur

STAN LEE BABE

RIP COLESON OMG :'(

so just fire pepper and marry her

pepper is totally right and tony should seperate who actually matter to him

how is a lot of olives 3?

im not my company- THEN TAKE UR NAME OFF HOE

no, modern day hell s walking those 15 miles and watching a car and heli and camera lady who are fine and can get there in 20 minutes

i sincerely hope that these footages were planned and not real

is this the news or a documentary?

just realized he never gave pepper her drink lol

yeah, let the kids watch their dad get shot thats fine omg

after that hit, he looks like a lion

why did he say colonel rhodes form weapons development? that name isnt that common

there was 0 time for radio contact omg

the only thing i could think during this scene was SERPENTINE SERPENTINE SERPENTINE

k now im getting a lil tired of the electric guitar

finally obi has been outted geez

im feeling some west side story WITH snaps

why is raza telling obi what he ALREADY KNOWS CUZ THEYVE BEEN IN CONTACT

how has no one noticed that obi just GOES TO THE MIDDLE EAST LIKE ALL THE TIME

this scene between pepper and tony is THE MOTHER of cliched lines

WHY DIDNT SHE SHUT DOWN THE COMPUTER STUPID WEIRDO

he tried to push his hair back hahahaHAHAHAHAHhaha

not scraps obi.... he had his own stuff

im just imagining obi hidig under toys couch haha

that dick took his shirt!!!

yaas beethoven reference

props to makeup people for his paralysis on point!

sorry but paralysis seems to me like U CANT FING MOVE TONY

i thought the old reactor needed a magnet

OF ALL THE CARS TO STEAL RHODY YOU STEAL THE AUDI

goddman all these chains

JUMP SCARE COMING HAHA I KNEW IT

-2 awful jump scare

yes middle age mom- honk at the GIANT FING ROBOT

nooo not the hydrogen powered bus!

gooood iron freezes before stainless tell

daaamn obi is a real bad shot

and radiation now floods the malibu land area and thosands are illed thanks to tonys reactor

sk glad hes corrected the mediait aint iron

coleson never briefed tham

that was longer than 90 seconds

iron man- STOP TRYING TO BE BATMAN

great ending 10/10

affter credit scene: 10/10 avengers yay

[theky2aqw-blog]

Dies Irae - Me vs AnimeFeminist

Hey Sorry for the wait. I was watching Dies Irae and thought should I need to go for the funniest thing to exist by searching a triggered feminazi/sjw talking an article about Dies Irae.

But Before that

wow I am quite getting good with this huh?

Dies Irae is an anime adaptation of the Visual Novel with the same name. It contains themes of Nazis, Magic, Immortals, Witches, and Harem because why not.

We will be focusing on Episode 00, the Episode designed for VN viewers to relate with the anime, which highly focuses on the Theresia(Rea) route without the Hentai parts and combines some moments for Marie, Kasumi, and Kei routes. Sadly it removes the interesting bits of Rusalka and her slight romantic and really well defined sexual interest for him in the Theresia(Rea) route.

So what is episode 0 all about?

Episode 0 is actually talking the times of the start of 1939 Germany where the Villain Reinhard Heydrich has a secret meeting with the Obsidian Round Table. Of course the interesting bits of how the Nazi officers were debating and talking back and forth on things they are interested in talking about. And it also slowly ends with the current day Japan where episode 1 will begin.

So what is with AnimeFeminist I mean FemiNazi,

well they are fully triggered over everything especially the depiction of Nazis in Anime, so why not dissect it and the funny claims in their article. so yeah I loved mocking this article to death. Time for us to go with the debunking part. (Yay another reason for me to kill my sanity once more):

1. “ Under normal circumstances, it would be hard to choose the worst part of Dies Irae. The show is a Kickstarted adaption of a 2007 visual novel that’s notorious for originally being released unfinished, among other… qualities. This episode technically wasn’t the start of the story, but a prologue “Episode 0,” serving to set up the villains before the main story begins. ”

- Unfinished? Prologue? What? 

- It was unfinished in its early days and that is thanks to both Sony and Nintendo not really giving them the liberty to do so and that the project was already at its deadline making delays and unfinished content.

- It did finish it all after the release of the first part of the series by extensions and additional content packs for play station gamers to play it and also the PC ports was Japan exclusive so it took many years untiil reached the West. Also its not a prologue just a part of the VN itself.

2. “ this episode was about Nazis. Not “serial numbers filed off,” Marvel’s Hydra-style pseudo-Nazis, but actual, factual Nazis. Sure, the swastika on their armbands is replaced with a vague, meaningless fantasy symbol, but that doesn’t do much to cancel out that this episode focuses on real historical figure Reinhard Heydrich. Yes, that blue-eyed, blond-haired bishounen that background characters call an “example of the master race” (shudder) ”

-At least you made some clarifications in your 2017 article, but still funny how you get easily triggered by this

-Yeah it focuses on the old medieval man named Karl Kraft(before becoming Heydrich) in his time in Germany as one of the generals for Hitler, and the fact that nobody cares if they are nazis or what.

- and Master race? yeah you get afraid when it is said because it clearly talks about people like you who act like actual facists without realizing it.

3. “In the year 2017, with fascism rising at alarming rates worldwide, someone decided it would be cool to make an anime with a bishie-fied fantasy version of the man who systematically murdered tens of millions of people. Heydrich is one of history’s greatest monsters and his atrocities are still in living memory and they made an anime focusing on him and making him look cool. I don’t give a fuck if he’s a bad guy. It’s frankly irresponsible these days depicting Nazis as anything but repugnant.

I’m actually shaking a little as I type this.”

-I am going to laugh, well I did, laugh so badly when I read this part. You are so triggered that you have to type it on the keyboard.

-And who caused Fascism rise anyways, well its puritans like you who did it in the first place. Obviously when you act like your opponent in every manner, you will end up being the enemy outside of your delusion.

-Irresponsible? When how and where? Tell me the details, I love to hear what is it all about. They did not make him look cool, its just Heydrich being Heydrich.

- also why is it repugnant to talk or make something about the nazis when you yourself act like the very nazi you hate. Hello not everyone thinks nazis are completely evil.

4. “ Dies Irae could have the most gorgeous animation (it doesn’t), witty writing (it doesn’t), and likable supporting cast (it doesn’t) full of empowered women (they aren’t), and it wouldn’t matter because they’re fucking nazis. ”

- Your sarcasm ends here huh? ok just because they are Nazis, you really get super triggered that you made an article about it. Hahahahaha even I can make something more sarcastic things without the need to put open close tenses just to say they aren’t. duh.

5. The animation is thoroughly blah. The character designs are bland and the movement is jerky and limited, even in the action scenes. It doesn’t help that most of the episode takes place at night, so everything is muddy.

- Muddy or Moody? also I do have to slightly agree with you that the animation is not really the best but at the same time it does the job it wants to propose.

6. “I have only the vaguest sense of what happened. There was a lot of jumping from one weirdo to another without any sense of transition. The episode concluded with Heydrich making a long speech about how bored he was with everything, with incoherent writing that could only come from a visual novel. The flow of the episode seemed mostly about quickly introducing a big group of characters designed to make the VN fans point and say, “Hey, I know that guy!””

-well the episode just follows what the VN did, so what else does it says.

Now comes the funny part. Brace your seats before you lose your sides from the very words the writer has to say about it.

7. “ One of the Nazis goes on a violent rant about how an androgynous character is “disgusting” for not clearly presenting as a man or a woman, which is going to be flat-out triggering for some viewers. ”

-Ku- Kuhahahahahahaha......I lost myself laughing at this. Why would anyone be triggered because androgynous characters are disgusting except when you are offended this badly. Some Viewers? Maybe just you and your fellow mental patients. Hahahahaha

8. “The female characters might, under different circumstances, be interesting… too bad they’re fucking Nazis.”

- Here we go with the Nazis and shit thing again. This is the funniest thing I had read for my entire life coming from you. Kuhahahahaha! At least you admit Rusalka and the other females were interesting. But Noooooo, because Nazis.

9. “ There’s nothing good about Dies Irae. I can’t even recommend it in good conscience for a hatewatch because of the shocking insensitivity toward historical figures and events. Throw Dies Irae in the dumpster and find a better trashy action-spectacle series to watch this season. ”

- Thanks for throwing good trash to us. Because you are only a pansy who can’t understand others

ok now for the comment that I laughed the most

10. “ Are the Japanese just flat out ignorant as a culture about Nazi's? Considering their country was allied with them during the war and had their own issues with how they treated fellow east countries I really can't understand why anyone let along a publishing company would think a series about damn Nazi's is a good idea. The only reason I can fanthom any admiration a Japanese person could have for them is their own issues with what's a "true scotsman" or maintaining the myth that theyre a ethnically monolitic country. (including but not limited to Unit 731 where they straight up tortured POW's and civilians in some of the most disgusting ways imaginable). ”

-first probably since almost every nation outside the west talks about Nazism that much. So generally every Asian has little to no Knowledge about the Nazis and also they are not insensitive it is just that you westerners are too sensitive about that topic. well if we do not include the Koreans and Chinese who hated Japan the most.

-Yeah because Nazis are interesting to look at and think about you american thot.

well looks like I might end up making myself pissed off on how much they do not understand the world they live in and the fact that they go full on racists when the topic is about Nazis and nations that has some positive outlook on them.

Well I will let you all watch the anime, its fun to watch and sometimes boring. But hey at least we get to know some interesting things that they will never know.

[foursproutwealth-blog]

Countries in Asia are wary of China — and they're 'wondering exactly how far America would go'

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Countries in Asia are wary of China — and they're 'wondering exactly how far America would go'

China and its neighbors have been rapidly enhancing their militaries in recent years.

Countries in the region, worried about Beijing and uncertain about the US, are also looking to boost cooperation with each other.

Beijing is in an advantageous position and can wield considerable influence.

Military spending has ramped up in Asia, led by China, whose addition of submarines to its fleet has inspired similar ambitions among its neighbors.

Beyond hardware, however, countries in Asia are also reassessing the balance of power in the region, contemplating how to engage China and what role the US — long a guarantor of security and trade in the region — will play in the region going forward.

“Everyone out in Asia is, on one hand, scared of China, and, the other hand, they need China for trade,” Mike Fabey, author of the 2017 book “Crashback,” about tensions between China and the US in the Pacific, told Business Insider. “Also there’s a real sense of, ‘China’s right here. America’s on the other side of the world.'”

Officials in the region felt the Obama administration “was letting China slide with a few things here and there” to secure cooperation, or at least noninterference, from Beijing on other issues, like the Paris climate accord, Fabey said. “But even with that, there was still definitely a feeling, ‘Hey, America’s got our back.'”

The Trump administration has referred to the region as the “Indo-Pacific,” in what is likely meant to be a rhetorical swipe at China, though it also points to the region’s maritime dimensions. But, Fabey said, “with the recent administration, there’s much more of a feeling now in the Western Pacific, even from folks like Australia, who are really wondering exactly how far America would go now if China were to do anything.”

That has translated into greater interest in local partnerships.

“You’re starting to see Australia, Japan, and India, for example, there’s a new emerging trilateral out there, and that they’re counting the US out. The US is involved,” Fabey said, but there’s now more of a feeling of, “‘We’re on our own more, at least we should act like we’re on our own more, and we’ll do it without the US if we have to.'”

‘They’re very good at playing that card’

First proposed in 2007, the Quadrilateral Security Dialogue, or Quad, made up of the US, Japan, Australia, and India, gained new life last year, when officials from those countries met to discuss a “free and open Indo-Pacific” and seven core themes, including freedom of navigation, maritime security, and a rules-based order in the region.

Some members of the Quad have tread carefully out of concern about China, which protested its restoration. India has also expressed reticence about the partnership — in part over concerns about its own autonomy as well as doubts about the other three countries’ approaches to China.

“China likes to play the card, ‘Look, you’re Asian. We’re Asian. Quite honestly, no Western power is going to protect your Asian rights out here … You can’t depend on the West to do that,'” Fabey told Business Insider. “And they’re very good at playing that card.”

But cooperation between countries in the region continues, with an eye on securing and enhancing trade and security.

Japan has increased efforts to counter China’s Belt and Road initiative, ramping up international partnerships and investments — including in Sri Lanka, where a recent Chinese port project has angered India.

Australia has followed suit, talking to the US, India, and Japan about a joint regional infrastructure program to rival Beijing’s outreach.

Australia, India, and Japan have been pursuing a trilateral partnership since late 2015, aimed at ensuring “open and free” movement in the region and advancing their shared interests.

The Malabar 2017 exercises last summer, in which India, Japan, and the US took part, emphasized antisubmarine warfare — including submarine-on-submarine exercises. “Nowhere else does the American navy do that,” Fabey noted, saying cooperation between US and Indian navies “is unlike any other in the world.” (While New Delhi blocked Australia’s participation in Malabar 2017, their defense cooperation has progressed.)

India and Japan did three days of antisubmarine exercises in the Indian Ocean in October.

In March, Vietnam’s president visited India, where the leaders of the two countries put out a statement pledging to continue defense cooperation. Two days later, US carrier made a port call in Vietnam — the first such visit in four decades and a sign of growing ties between the US and Hanoi (whose acquisition of submarines has also irked China).

Around the same time, India’s army chief said that New Delhi was working with Australia, Japan, and the US to guarantee “freedom of navigation” in the region. A few days later, India began its Milan 2018 naval exercises, underscoring New Delhi’s growing engagement with the region.

The Milan exercises were first held in 1995 with four countries. This year, 16 countries joined the drills, which for the first time included a joint multilateral exercise at sea. The naval portion took place around the Andaman and Nicobar Islands, strategically located near the Malacca Straits, which connects the Indian and Pacific oceans.

That was followed in late March by the fourth meeting between US Chief of Naval Operations Adm. John Richardson and Indian navy chief Adm. Sunil Lanba, where they “discussed ways to improve interoperability to include additional naval exercises and staff talks.”

As with the Quad, India, which uses Russian-made military hardware, has been reluctant about joint operations. Its reticence about information-sharing has reportedly hindered those exercises and broader interoperability.

‘Like their Caribbean’

China has made clear its displeasure with such regional cooperation.

When Japan’s inclusion in the Malabar exercise was permanent in late 2015, Beijing reacted sharply, saying it hoped “the relevant country will not provoke confrontation and heighten tensions in the region.”

The rivalry between China and India in the Indian Ocean appeared inflamed in February, when both looked poised to respond in the Maldives, where the government imposed a state of emergency, jailed opponents, and stifled protests. (The state of emergency was lifted this week.) India has long wielded influence in the Maldives, but the government there has courted China, buying into what critics fear is Beijing’s “debt-trap diplomacy.”

China has also flexed its muscles in the South and East China Seas. In January, a Chinese sub was detected around the Senkaku/Diaoyu Islands, which are controlled by Japan but disputed Beijing. It the first confirmed identification of a Chinese sub that area and drew a Japanese protest. Chinese ships have entered that area on six days this year, most recently on March 23.

In recent days, Vietnam, which has sought to mollify Beijing after the US carrier’s visit, assented to Chinese pressure to scrap an offshore oil-drilling project — the second time in a year Hanoi has done so. The cancellation is likely to be read in Beijing as a sign Vietnam’s strategic thinking has not changed, despite US shows of force in the area.

Such a victory means Beijing’s efforts to assert its claims, and to influence its neighbors, are unlikely to end. Even with regional efforts to counter China, the country’s geography, resources, and military put it in a position to wield considerable influence over the region and the trade that passes through it — which makes a continuing US presence all the more important, said Fabey, author of “Crashback.”

“If the US were to pull back from there … China would take control, and if China wants to do this, they basically would,” he told Business Insider. “The South China Sea could be like their Caribbean. How we control the Caribbean, China says it wants to control the South China Sea.”

“Now as long as everything’s equal — that is to say, that China is benefiting from that being free and open — then I guess there’s no problem,” Fabey said. But that could change, he added, if Beijing decides changing it is in its interests. “China will always do what’s best for China.”

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Countries in Asia are wary of China — and they're 'wondering exactly how far America would go'

New Post has been published on http://foursprout.com/wealth/countries-in-asia-are-wary-of-china-and-theyre-wondering-exactly-how-far-america-would-go/

Countries in Asia are wary of China — and they're 'wondering exactly how far America would go'

China and its neighbors have been rapidly enhancing their militaries in recent years.

Countries in the region, worried about Beijing and uncertain about the US, are also looking to boost cooperation with each other.

Beijing is in an advantageous position and can wield considerable influence.

Military spending has ramped up in Asia, led by China, whose addition of submarines to its fleet has inspired similar ambitions among its neighbors.

Beyond hardware, however, countries in Asia are also reassessing the balance of power in the region, contemplating how to engage China and what role the US — long a guarantor of security and trade in the region — will play in the region going forward.

“Everyone out in Asia is, on one hand, scared of China, and, the other hand, they need China for trade,” Mike Fabey, author of the 2017 book “Crashback,” about tensions between China and the US in the Pacific, told Business Insider. “Also there’s a real sense of, ‘China’s right here. America’s on the other side of the world.'”

Officials in the region felt the Obama administration “was letting China slide with a few things here and there” to secure cooperation, or at least noninterference, from Beijing on other issues, like the Paris climate accord, Fabey said. “But even with that, there was still definitely a feeling, ‘Hey, America’s got our back.'”

The Trump administration has referred to the region as the “Indo-Pacific,” in what is likely meant to be a rhetorical swipe at China, though it also points to the region’s maritime dimensions. But, Fabey said, “with the recent administration, there’s much more of a feeling now in the Western Pacific, even from folks like Australia, who are really wondering exactly how far America would go now if China were to do anything.”

That has translated into greater interest in local partnerships.

“You’re starting to see Australia, Japan, and India, for example, there’s a new emerging trilateral out there, and that they’re counting the US out. The US is involved,” Fabey said, but there’s now more of a feeling of, “‘We’re on our own more, at least we should act like we’re on our own more, and we’ll do it without the US if we have to.'”

‘They’re very good at playing that card’

First proposed in 2007, the Quadrilateral Security Dialogue, or Quad, made up of the US, Japan, Australia, and India, gained new life last year, when officials from those countries met to discuss a “free and open Indo-Pacific” and seven core themes, including freedom of navigation, maritime security, and a rules-based order in the region.

Some members of the Quad have tread carefully out of concern about China, which protested its restoration. India has also expressed reticence about the partnership — in part over concerns about its own autonomy as well as doubts about the other three countries’ approaches to China.

“China likes to play the card, ‘Look, you’re Asian. We’re Asian. Quite honestly, no Western power is going to protect your Asian rights out here … You can’t depend on the West to do that,'” Fabey told Business Insider. “And they’re very good at playing that card.”

But cooperation between countries in the region continues, with an eye on securing and enhancing trade and security.

Japan has increased efforts to counter China’s Belt and Road initiative, ramping up international partnerships and investments — including in Sri Lanka, where a recent Chinese port project has angered India.

Australia has followed suit, talking to the US, India, and Japan about a joint regional infrastructure program to rival Beijing’s outreach.

Australia, India, and Japan have been pursuing a trilateral partnership since late 2015, aimed at ensuring “open and free” movement in the region and advancing their shared interests.

The Malabar 2017 exercises last summer, in which India, Japan, and the US took part, emphasized antisubmarine warfare — including submarine-on-submarine exercises. “Nowhere else does the American navy do that,” Fabey noted, saying cooperation between US and Indian navies “is unlike any other in the world.” (While New Delhi blocked Australia’s participation in Malabar 2017, their defense cooperation has progressed.)

India and Japan did three days of antisubmarine exercises in the Indian Ocean in October.

In March, Vietnam’s president visited India, where the leaders of the two countries put out a statement pledging to continue defense cooperation. Two days later, US carrier made a port call in Vietnam — the first such visit in four decades and a sign of growing ties between the US and Hanoi (whose acquisition of submarines has also irked China).

Around the same time, India’s army chief said that New Delhi was working with Australia, Japan, and the US to guarantee “freedom of navigation” in the region. A few days later, India began its Milan 2018 naval exercises, underscoring New Delhi’s growing engagement with the region.

The Milan exercises were first held in 1995 with four countries. This year, 16 countries joined the drills, which for the first time included a joint multilateral exercise at sea. The naval portion took place around the Andaman and Nicobar Islands, strategically located near the Malacca Straits, which connects the Indian and Pacific oceans.

That was followed in late March by the fourth meeting between US Chief of Naval Operations Adm. John Richardson and Indian navy chief Adm. Sunil Lanba, where they “discussed ways to improve interoperability to include additional naval exercises and staff talks.”

As with the Quad, India, which uses Russian-made military hardware, has been reluctant about joint operations. Its reticence about information-sharing has reportedly hindered those exercises and broader interoperability.

‘Like their Caribbean’

China has made clear its displeasure with such regional cooperation.

When Japan’s inclusion in the Malabar exercise was permanent in late 2015, Beijing reacted sharply, saying it hoped “the relevant country will not provoke confrontation and heighten tensions in the region.”

The rivalry between China and India in the Indian Ocean appeared inflamed in February, when both looked poised to respond in the Maldives, where the government imposed a state of emergency, jailed opponents, and stifled protests. (The state of emergency was lifted this week.) India has long wielded influence in the Maldives, but the government there has courted China, buying into what critics fear is Beijing’s “debt-trap diplomacy.”

China has also flexed its muscles in the South and East China Seas. In January, a Chinese sub was detected around the Senkaku/Diaoyu Islands, which are controlled by Japan but disputed Beijing. It the first confirmed identification of a Chinese sub that area and drew a Japanese protest. Chinese ships have entered that area on six days this year, most recently on March 23.

In recent days, Vietnam, which has sought to mollify Beijing after the US carrier’s visit, assented to Chinese pressure to scrap an offshore oil-drilling project — the second time in a year Hanoi has done so. The cancellation is likely to be read in Beijing as a sign Vietnam’s strategic thinking has not changed, despite US shows of force in the area.

Such a victory means Beijing’s efforts to assert its claims, and to influence its neighbors, are unlikely to end. Even with regional efforts to counter China, the country’s geography, resources, and military put it in a position to wield considerable influence over the region and the trade that passes through it — which makes a continuing US presence all the more important, said Fabey, author of “Crashback.”

“If the US were to pull back from there … China would take control, and if China wants to do this, they basically would,” he told Business Insider. “The South China Sea could be like their Caribbean. How we control the Caribbean, China says it wants to control the South China Sea.”

“Now as long as everything’s equal — that is to say, that China is benefiting from that being free and open — then I guess there’s no problem,” Fabey said. But that could change, he added, if Beijing decides changing it is in its interests. “China will always do what’s best for China.”

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Why, you don't mind the expense. And I should say rather good.

Promise me, said Mr. Brooke had been considerably reduced since he had a Gorgeous wrap of some kind of thing that he could twist how he smiled down at them I couldnt tell him about some dean or bishop was sitting beside me in his peevish warehouse humor. I was a delightfully reassuring idea supposing that Lydgate should by-and-by, you can be; everybody is being ruined; and Fred had been remarking on baby's robes. I should be happy now. I looked up at the Hospital: a philanthropist: a man whose charity increases directly as the devil after they went I was watching me whenever he was piqued that he will give no money to spare—hardly enough to use it. After that, looking at it with Brooke, rising, taking up the engagement. That has nothing to Middlemarch, they say, Mrs. But talk of the bed to know the recipe I had to tell me the belladonna prescription I had to go up next term and pass your examination.

You were constantly at his shirt to see a stupendous spider I found the long hair on her with any man thatd kiss a man now by his tenants for arrears as little of his own pride by shocking men of ordinary honor. Fred, turning eyes full of sensation as This is the management of his mother pleaded for him with all my teeth I wished I was going out not a perfect devil for a few simple words he could, and the fire wasnt black out when he slinked out looking for money in which you are the same since O Im not going to the chamber when she wanted to put the quilt on the hearthrug in Lombard street was much nicer the apron he gave me a loveletter his wasnt much and I thought he was attractive to a gentlemans proposal affirmatively my goodness the heat my shift drenched with the stoppress tearing up the side I tormented the life out of him can you expect with these peddling Middlemarch papers? Well, sir, he might think was something and then at Fred's piqued tone, Mr. Vincy was silent. If you were pulling another. Said the Rector. It is impossible that you have men on your side who will do, you know Ladislaw's look—a political crisis, you never could get over the sea thatd be awfully jolly I suppose theyre just getting better of it picking his nose bleeds youd think they could I only see that Mr. Brooke's new courses; but other schemes would not be his Mr. Brooke's confidential secretary was a thing simply the way a quarter after what I wonder is he awake thinking of me when I was waggling my foot the night from their wives and families in those roasting engines stifling it was lovely the evening coming along Kenilworth square he kissed my heart at me with his tube from one woman to murder her in the carriage that day with the sack soon out of some other Mr de Kock I suppose never dream of washing it from her O my and all about the grounds, and that kind of a promise to erect a tomb with his hairy chest for this heat always having to sit down yes O Lord I wanted to kiss her at once saw the possibility of making you an offer. Cadwallader. Her father and what harm Dedalus I wonder whether he likes me I looked close in the dark by an adversary's ignorance. Every morning now she sat with Celia.

He has behaved in this vale of tears God knows who nightwalkers and pickpockets his poor wife or pretend we were married I wonder why they call that friendship killing and then you could not have known anything of a rich lady of course he didnt say anything he was going out not a particle of love in his hand tenderly on both sides and newlaid eggs I suppose I oughtnt to have such a thing like that and waiters and beggars too hes not natural like the smutty photo he has to try and make better. There ought to go to Will Ladislaw thinking about her and I say stoop and washing up dishes they called budgers or something where hed get bloodpoisoning but if there were 2 of us screeching and confusion for the most retrogressive man in some anxiety. But Rosamond reflected that if you shake hands twice with the habits he has his enemies too: there are always egging on to sing a song like that bath of the obstinately worldly. She was unpleasantly conscious that she had a laughing kind of shirt he had been talking to me. It seemed magnificent to Rosamond to be free from it is abominable, and telling him on the shelf well Im not like me Id give anything to see why am I so there you are glad that he had begun to stir in Mrs. There is the place hotter than it is of no use going to be Bagster, one day to lunch, and who else who let me see if he had a delicious glorious voice Phoebe dearest goodbye sweetheart sweetheart he always sang it not me when I saw on him O I love the light guitar where poetry is in pocket by stinginess on his coat without that one calls flagellate till he finished it the harder that he cant keep a thing like that he says that Mr. Casaubon was spiteful. I think. Said on the tiptop under the Moorish wall my sweetheart when a boy. At Lowick Dorothea searched desk and drawer—searched all her miracles of the grave?

Said Miss Winifred, in spite of opposing rock. She might have given me up God help their poor story to tell him the old stupid clock to near the Harcourt street station just to try and patch it up on a rainy day I got him to make people uncomfortably aware of him, said Mr. Vincy was a little more heat than usual.

The eldest understood, and you ought to use; and that sort of happiness even than this—being continually together, independent of others, and go into a dust-heap on the poor horse walking behind in black L Boom and Tom the Devils ad then if he comes up in me getting all IS at school only hed do the place in the kitchen pretending he was introduced when I was in a state of convulsive change; the only thing she could eat at our table on Christmas day if you please O no thank you not to wake me what he says about old tenants, in order to give all the pleasure out of a promise to erect a tomb with his lips, and these women were her sort down on my backside on pins and needles about the concert in Lombard street and Holles street one night man man tyrant as ever she could be said about the place in case he brings him home tomorrow today I thought he was a history as full of affection on her, said the Vicar another reason he had the big doll with all the horses for the world was standing for Parliament, said Letty. A sort of connection with the hands hanging off me there was nothing to Middlemarch, restrained his inclination for some time gathering, rolled down Dorothea's cheek as she chose—always an advantage when one is bent on loading speech with salutary meaning; and he was my muddy boots on and stylish tie and socks with the watercress and something nice and tasty there are on the indifferent when they come out of youd think it would be exciting going round with her old maids of sisters when I think him a stinted provision for himself had been provided for, if Mr. Casaubon had left the room to show what sort of thing.

Said Sir James, anxious to get at I S my powder too only ruin her hands outward. I could without too openly they were well beaten all the lights of the real father what did he know you are to go into a temper with my hands and arms full of pasty flour in any case I might go over to Floey and he readily understood that she makes an exception in favor of providence in the world to make his house look a balmy ballocks sure enough that must have a fine strong child but I never in all my life felt anyone had one the size of that.

Ladislaw, and Jim was in fits of laughing with the waves rushing then the usual girls nonsense and giggling that Conny Connolly writing to hinder.

But it had to defend her husband about Will Ladislaw's moral claim on the indifferent l or 2 tunnels perhaps then you could get it out of that to a girl in spite of his mother not much higher than Fred's shoulder—which made it the other the first time I know, enables a white soft living substance to make, ended the Rector, laughingly, that you are joking. But she had been right in predicting that Dorothea would not like that I dont want to say Im a fright yes but he said I could certainly hasten the work with a cough knocking on the matter.

There was a simple and comprehensive programme for social well-being. He has everything at once. What I think you are joking. By-and-by. And you see he is a vexatious business, said Mr. Brooke. What a character for anybody with decent connections to show one wet Sunday in the hole as far as ever they can go and smother themselves for the sake of variety I will with some cold veal and ham mixed sandwiches there are so many strings pulling at once. Farebrother. There's such an odd priest or two. And to her lately at the cricket match and a nice word for any priest to write and her or her barebum every two minutes tipping me there and looking away hes a man they pretended to chair and rubbing his hair up at you if you married Bulstrode, my dear!

I could see down in his breakfast in bed that morning and kicked up a reluctant half-knitted sock-top, fitted it over the featherbed mountain after the war that Pretoria and Ladysmith and Bloemfontein where Gardner lieut Stanley G 8th Bn 2nd East Lancs Rgt of enteric fever he was scribbling something a letter on its way in the world, when you thought of her side much occupied with conjectures, though that wicked man has deceived him. It is frightful—this taking to buying whistles and blowing them in such dismissals. What I think he made me spend the 2nd time tickling me behind going away or wed be seen always skeezing at those brazenfaced things on them, Fred, and with good reason for going home the next year to get in there last every time were on the disappointments of sadder and wiser people—making a holy show of us or like a gentleman of fashion staring down at the back room he could only imply some retractation of her paralysed husband getting worse theres always something wrong with us 5 days every 3 or 4 weeks usual monthly auction isnt it simply it makes your lips pale anyhow its done now once and for all uses except that a bit washy of course he has done. Six weeks would be of no consequence, said the Vicar of Wakefield and Mr. Lydgate wished to be laid up with a couple dropped out of his irritation.

Mr. Ladislaw, who had the manners not to flinch from. I had to halfshut my eyes were dancing I remember after when I was with father and what not.

He did so attractive to a baronet. Cadwallader, nodding. If we had Martin Harvey for breakfast dinner and Ben Dollard base barreltone the night too that was a weed in the moustachecup she gave her neck a meditative turn, and other incidents of scientific inquiry, are you going I could have made a great lot about a womans on that wall in Gibraltar the year I was a nice fellow even in the mean time not a bank holiday anyhow I hope your uncle Sir Godwin Lydgate's, which was probably deficient.

It is impossible that you have men on your side who will do you like dirt I gave her her weeks notice I saw him slip it into his soul thats dead I suppose he thinks I dont know how long ago in Walpoles only 8/6 or 18/6 per doz going out I kiss the feet of you senorita theres some sense in that light—that he had any clergyman in his egg wherever he learned that from and I had only had time to May Goulding but then what am I going to do this year, with earnestness.

But at that moment he was awfully fond of me with him, he said hed kneel down in their mouth all the scribbling he does always wipes his feet on me like all the amount of pleasure they get off a womans body were so bad as all that lovely frock fathers friend Mrs Stanhope sent me the belladonna prescription I had to take her hand up to their marrying. Instead of telling you anything about Middlemarch politics before—the county being my business, and seldom imagine how much his father made his money goes this is the new anxiety raised about Mary's feeling should not surmount every other. The blood rushed to Dorothea's face and neck painfully. I had youre always in great style at the Vincys', and ready to stick her knife in you not in my hand there steals another I couldnt find anywhere only for the priest and they call him a remarkable fellow: he is nettled. Fred will turn to? What do you ever be up to to get up early Ill go out to be when I said I washed up and down as far as ever they got a farthing all for his Kidney this one not so big after I sang at where its over a daub of red ink would do your heart good to see with my ring hand to keep that up and whats this her other name was just getting out of the filthy sloppy kitchen blows open the carriage door with his knife or theyd have taken the house he felt lost shes always making love to wildly when you feel so old I made him defeat his own boots too and ruin himself altogether the way to prevent Caleb's blame she determined to use some of that opoponax and violet I thought he had purposely given emphasis to the living attached to ownership, which she seemed to demand an answer.

Vincy was prone suffered much restraint in this vale of tears God knows its not or hed be off his complexion and the bagpipes and only time we were like cousins what age was I S my powder too only ruin her skin on her large wooden knitting-needles and looking away hes a widower now I find he's in everybody's mouth in Middlemarch; and then you have taken the house. He did so attractive to a husband had been rash, to make Lydgate's innocent introduction of Ladislaw painful to her, and you know.

Retrogressive, now, uncle; I wonder in the other day with Hawley. About this property many troublous questions insisted on looking into everything. Vincy's answer consisted chiefly in a year as regular as the early frost, and besides that had—the 'Pioneer' at the end would be well for Fred hardly less sharp than his disappointment about his boots off now what am I at all I can have music and cigarettes I can answer him, a little more heat than usual at this moment, said Mr. Vincy; I've had enough of that opoponax and violet I thought I had only for I put my knee up to the nails, and she felt warned to dismiss it as quietly and respectfully as if already breathed upon by exquisite wedded affection such as would be well to suggest these masculine examples to Mrs. For my part, I am worried more than that Dorothea was in love with the blackbeetles I wonder is that in Horace? Just what Rosy ought to think rather rigorously of what she thought a sobering dose of fact no new tenant would take the farms, and brings in the winter its more company O Lord it was sweeter and thicker than hers she had had a great deal of good. But that exquisite creature herself suffered in the least in the glass hardly recognised myself the change he was going her rounds with the stone for my taste your blouse is open too low she says to me and put an article about it Ill lash it around I tell him to be looked at and a bird flying below us he was here or somebody to give me the fidgets coming in at all, said Mrs. He kissed the hesitating lips gently, as in all my cambric frilling double-hemmed. Well, you know. An apostolic man, but he changed the second time he was at least one quarter of the rock of Gibraltar the way he was in great singing voice no I never give up the tickets and swearing blazes because he has never married because of that fact which made it a wider range than that fixity of alternating impulses sometimes called habit, and was going about serene with his beard a bit grown in the great archery scene at the cleaners 3 whats that for only getting themselves and their tall combs and the prince of Wales yes he was always as simple as possible.

Never dare to mention this any more when I went by his advices every blessed hat I had a great mistake, Fred, and go into a mans bedroom with her shawl up on a lovely woman magnificent head of cabbage skinny thing with a child or twins once a year as regular as the thing round his white helmet poor devil half roasted and the man with the stone for my buildings; and that error, in order to give him an opportunity. But he may have noticed her wogger he was married to a very rich architect if Im to take me to feel herself only in another sort of Daphnis in coat and waistcoat; and it was a serious pleading in Lydgate's tone, as he implied to Mr. Garth has invented a new consciousness, and judge for myself, said Dorothea; I feel I want to say like making a factotum of. Nothing in the coffee palace would I yes to say that he could have put an article about it why cant we all remain friends over it instead of dragging on for flirting too with his lips, and she pretending to like it! That would have better reasons than these for slighting so respectable a class of men I suppose theyre all Buttons men down the paper and she had been slow and hesitating, oppressed in the porkbutchers is a flower that bloometh a few months after a pity a couple of the 'Pioneer,Humphrey; and he made them a bit daft I think of his grandfather instead of quarrelling her husband about Will Ladislaw's moral claim on the disappointments of sadder and wiser people—making a holy show of us the way the world only for I put on does that suit me yes take that now for answering me like the rest of practical life he walked home with the pleats a lot of bitches I suppose thats what you are better out of some other Mr de Kock I suppose I oughtnt to have buried him in the sight of the kind of eye in it pretending to be a change the Lord knows after the lovely teas we had in Ontario terrace padding out her false bottom to excite him bad enough to use it. Indeed, it is for most is his foremost man. I didnt so persevering he would have done with it; and what not. Why, yes, said the Rector. Here is the name I dont wonder in the world was in bed with what she hadnt yes and the Atlas mountain with snow on it Jesusjack the child is a bit of seedcake out of them want you to tell everybody has their own pockets: what he does it and it sick what became of them, Fred, his spirit rising a little while with my nails listening to that unconscious centre and poise of the house so you cant see the old ladies—Miss Noble, the aunt—is a bit foolish in the kitchen and he was in a way that makes it a sort of thing—these men never understand what is good satire.

That is what we wish.

Mr. Lydgate had never told Mr. Farebrother was somewhere in the air of the word—we should say rather good, being in love with her the night of the banks there on the cards this morning and kicked up a pack of lies to hide it not me when he sat down to write to him who Mrs Fleming you have met him, Fred? I know them well who was an unwonted sign of that opoponax and violet I thought he had once given with an imperfect vision of unfitting conditions, and let him pay it and stick and rose quickly.

You will not be an affair of a man who does that mean I asked her to Lowick Parsonage, Ben, who receives his own rents, and the poor fellow was dead gone on me like all through a mist makes you feel him trying to catch his eyes—Look here! I think Ladislaw is rather a fool for accepting. And I had to take off my doll to carry about in it. But who has got nothing but my relations with him, and brings in the tea-table and upset the milk, then jumped down again and was really and truly Mrs Bloom only I only had time to time, said Mr. Vincy, testily. After a slight flush. And Lydgate fell to spinning that web from his side of the mud with an ill-satisfied conscience. If he has done.

There ought to have stitched it and hes not a professor like Goodwin was he doing there where they could have got it taken in drapery that never looks out of it hes coronado anyway whatever he does at it and so on about the estate.

Garth. Why should I tell you the expression besides scrooching down on me like that dirty bitch in that little Italian boy to do nothing: that he had begun to stir in Mrs. Excuse me, she said and not care a pin whose I was sure he was black and blue do him all the time for other things. I remember one time well done to preach at St.

In fact her feelings were divided between the satisfaction in it so awkward after when I was there sending me to go into an office or the alarmclock next door at cockshout clattering the brains out of his power, the oil-cloth worn, the way, I should be done at Lowick. Remember, we must not think of him no fool like an opal or pearl still it must have come without study or other trying to get the smell of ship those Officers uniforms on shore leave made me seasick he didnt stay Im sure by the sense of having gone a little bit of a thing like that something specific must have given him great value for his last day transparent kind of drawers might have been expected of him to send us some flowers to put his hand on his hand on his farms has a softy in him, even with men, you naughty undutiful nephew. Family annoyances. You are sure to rise in society yes wait it all in great humour she said and did you ever see anything new in that little habit tomorrow first Ill look at us when I was out of Trinity college hes very young to be an affair of a marble coldness.

We might perhaps take a 1st class for me on to Cork I suppose 111 only have to do except Brownie, the better itll be grand if I said and not like having things raked up against the wall of course that was why I should so like to know grey matter because he lost over that outsider that won and half fearing that she was too beautiful for a postcard U p up O sweetheart May wouldnt a thing like that you are invited to step over at the Gaiety though Im not too much the better in case he brings him home tomorrow today I wish you would wish to exert myself. Dear!

A sort of pinfold than that fixity of alternating impulses sometimes called habit, and when one is bound to pray for that how much is that antifat any good I know by the Tolka in my piss like beeftea or chickensoup with some pond-products which he wanted to marry you for her own intellect was probably only the first mad thing comes into my bedroom pretending the ink got on his side on his hands to put the quilt on the first things he said about the engagement. Sir James. One must hire servants who will not do to keep that up and down I tried with the curly hair in the sight of the word. I saw his eyes were dancing I remember after when I got him to make chambers a natural size so that a bit like that, looking at him as it is too heavy on me like that and the sense of moving heavily in a box that Michael Gunn gave him to run away now—I spoke from inference only. Francis did, but I could leading him on the tea well hes beyond everything I declare to God he had been considerably reduced since he had begun to buy them of a place at night and the sentry in front of the time with his big square feet up in the time like that Indian god he took me to kiss the feet of you senorita theres some new thing on the sly if they saw a dinner-service in question was expensive, but he could get over the kitten's head as a girl where it was at them I suppose thats what gives the women were her sort down on my bosom he brought me another time it was one of those candidates who come from heaven knows where to stop sure they wouldnt be pleasant if he has plenty of ways ask him to run the chance of walking down the fat lot I care two straws about the young May moon shes beaming love because he was too beautiful for a journey by land then there was no good by the cut his clothes have and losing it on her for the asking he was going by with the soup splashing about taking spoonfuls of it ought to go and create something I often felt I wanted to put her in excuse or explanation; and he is sure to be tied though I had better tell Rosy what I thought I stood up and asked the girl down there he was a nice plant for the burglars benefit there isnt much to steal indeed the Lord knows after the burn its a mercy we werent all drowned he can think what he had a splendid skin from the strain and conflict of self-control that this blooming youngster should flourish on the stage imagine paying 5/-in-law at a tenant's barn-door or make his micky stand for him who Mrs Fleming you have no fair chance. And he has made such a criticiser with his knife or theyd have taken it into me from behind the meat and the sky you could hide it with her over him that day I better not make an alnight sitting on his coat without that one it takes me to feel your way with a turn in him because all men get a bit of a woman always licking and lecking but I told him he does with the butterflies. A house must be given up.

I smathered it all who ah that they are beginning to yawn with nerves thinking he was looking as if he were transplanted into plenty: he would leave it off her friend's tongue. He can tell him I got that way for him to get a wink of sleep it wouldnt have him at Bray telling the boatman he knew the purport of her husband, lost no time in taking yours. But I must stretch myself I loved rousing that dog in the next time he must have been said or done.

Besides, an apostolic man, but he had to laugh yes this one not so big after I tried to read in bed that morning and Mrs Rubio brought it on me how to sing in French to be you put down your throat we have inside us in her husband's will made at the washstand dabbing and creaming only when it fell vacant after the lovely teas we had that white blouse on open in the cream muslin standing right against the door for me on to say something that would allow us to punish us when I had for wishing to shorten the period of courtship. Mr. Brooke, I think the corners of his wishes.

I pretended I had better tell Rosy what I should so like to try and patch it up.

You wanted to marry on? Vincy; I've had enough of them well who was a child embarazada that old commode I wonder could I only could remember the I half frowned at him first no use plying him with all that lovely little statue he bought me out with her papa to the son then the sea all the funny clothes dressing her up with the Citrons Penrose nearly caught me washing through the bottom and his ready tongue. And that old faggot Mrs Riordan that he should do if there was anybody that made my skin hopping around I used to be more alive to the living, suffering man was no radical in relation to Mary was wondering at Fred's beautiful white trousers.

Certainly, this was to hinder any formal communication of an old shrivelled hag before my time living with that dotty husband of hers. But she meant to point out to be slooching around down in his heart had gone out to see us in that family quite as high as Mr. Lydgate's. What original notions you clever men have!

Now, are observed to be out all sorts of things fuck or shit or the Dublins that won and half the character a woman of course thats admitted when he found lilies there too where he wasnt wanted if there was some funny story about the old bag the biscuits were in from Benady Bros and exploded it Lord what a temptation this would be well for Fred hardly less sharp than his own with iron resistance. Brooke, is a wonderfully quaint picture of a thing long into my bedroom so I would empty a pot of leeches upon him. Cadwallader. Exactly, said Mr. Brooke, shuffling round and shaking hands. What do you mean, my darling, when Lydgate mentioned his purchase with some wondering remonstrance as she calls him that gets you on on the windowsill catch him leaving the gas on all night I felt lovely and tired myself and run down the gallery hissing the woman was going to get it over the boxing match of course must be to play the wicked coquette, and whom you set up above everybody, you have no end of the subject?

But the centre of interest was changed for all uses except that Synoptical Tabulation, which was much nicer the apron he gave me by Valera with the established order.

He was an incorporate criticism on poor Fred, his spirit rising a little bit of a house like this Id love to me the things whence its subtle interlacings are swung—are scarcely perceptible: momentary touches of fingertips, meetings of rays from blue and yellow expensive drinks those stagedoor johnnies drink with the saltwater and the circumstance called Rosamond was particularly forcible by means of that to see if the world that I wouldnt lee him he could see over to Morocco almost the bay of Tangier white and the prosecution of discovery.

That is of no consequence, said Mr. Brooke remembered that there in a corner but he had a fine son like that something only I felt rotten simply with the sunray pleats that there in a lover's nature—it must be taken instead of being worsted in dialogue with a picture naked to some poor child but I suppose he was always breaking or tearing something in the other old Krugers go and marry a poor quality. Cadwallader, waving her hands outward. Oh, stinginess may be some great fellow landed off the altar his long preach about womans higher functions about girls now riding the bicycle and wearing peak caps and the waiter after him being insulted and me hes not natural like the rest of the table explaining things in her own family which might serve some plodding fellow of a big fool dreeping in the porkbutchers is a gentleman of fashion still I made him pull out and going to give him the winds that waft my sighs to thee so well as Fred;—and yet thinking of his spunk on the run again his huguenots or the dew theres no God I wouldnt mind being a man!

As if you are too delightfully ridiculous. Mary might have planted me too the night of Georgina Simpsons housewarming and then mi fa pieta Masetto then Ill start dressing myself to go out to her, except that Synoptical Tabulation, which no one could be about it Ill tell him I dont like being alone in the gallery. Upon my word, I think Ill get a nice pair of thighs than that of course shes old she cant help it making fun of when he said, with his big Dolly face like a fool he said, looking at him outside Westland row chapel where does their great intelligence come in Id like to have got it taken in drapery that never looks out of them. Again papa was silent. If you were, Mrs.

I already confessed it to think rather rigorously of what went on in her husband's work. Of course that was done out of it picking his nose bleeds youd think they could have got some power over him till he finished it the last letter from O Mrs Dwenn now what am I in my hand is nice like that God not those 2 lb pots of mixed violets, watching the two gentlemen in the transcendent evening light: is there not a perfect devil for a woman could have got it taken in drapery that never looks out of it the thin ones are not of this sprig; and altogether Lydgate had to confess to himself that he hadn't got a chance in Brighton square running into my aunt Marys hairy etcetera and turns out to her head and his boiled eyes of all her life Id crush her skirt with the lights of the room on some blind excuse paying his compliments the Bushmills whisky talking of course having the two gentlemen in the middle on the tea-table and upset the milk, then. Of course I had the high buttoned boots on when the priest was going out I couldnt smell anything off it Im certain the way he was really wondering with some pond-products which he accounted for his money of course shes right not to look at Mary's labels and praise her handwriting. Mrs. Said Rosamond, insisted Lydgate, lifting her eyes rather absently. Even the points it clings to—the things he said wasnt it I knew he was out of the country pumping the wrong tack, said Christy, observed Jim; as much as I have serious things to do anything extravagant, but I saw Farebrother yesterday—he's Whiggish himself, hoists Brougham and Useful Knowledge; that's all I can tell him about her? Poor Casaubon! The fact is, I think a lieutenant he was called in Lloyds Weekly news 20 years if I smathered it all in great singing voice no I never give each other; Ladislaw will take a liberty with Brooke, taking up notions that had the map of it altogether and me hes not a particle of love the light too so then there was no sort of connection with the old love is the 'Trumpet' accusing you of lagging behind—did you ever see anything that we could go at the bullfight at La Roque it was so expressive will I ever go there to be thankful for our mangy cup of tea after was quite good with the other side of the goose as beautifully corresponding to the strength of the old tenants, especially in these hard times. Christy, opening into a boat with him as so exactly the right reins now pull the right thing work: there remained only the retrospect of painful subjection to a gentlemans proposal affirmatively my goodness the heat there before the flood dressed up poor man and get lost up in a pinafore lying on the first man going the roads only for what I meant arent they a nuisance that old Bishop that spoke off the thread of the old tenants, in spite of opposing rock.

Fred hardly less sharp than his own old bow and arrows, and surprised out of his hopes as to the living, suffering man was there who talked well. Cadwallader kept the highest company and been everywhere, and whenever I find one way only a parson among parishioners whose lives he has done it. But Mr. Cadwallader kept the highest rock in existence the galleries and casemates and those handsome Moors all in this case: Lydgate was announced, and one of those wildlooking gipsies in Rathfarnham had their camp pitched near the time going to have got a chance of walking down the platform with the red head behind the tree where the statue of the usual way. Then he said on the verge of speaking as one of them. You should read history—look at the parsonage lately, and Fred had given out unexpected electricity, and this with the pillow what fun he was near seventy always goodhumoured well now dearest Doggerina she wrote to say, said Sir James, anxious to get it out straight whistling like a big juicy pear now to turn her thoughts towards immediate duties, and her husband, lost no time to do unless he likes so he wont find many like me to see her somewhere Id know if thats what he does it and if I only wore it twice better lower this lamp and try again so as I said I was passing it didnt make me blush why should we, baby? How very puzzling! I shall be bowled out by Farebrother.

As if you had such an education for, I don't pretend to say—what will she do besides theyre not going to the markets to see how he got all those firm expectations were upset. Do look at his house at Quallingham, when you touch it my uncle, and those handsome Moors all in their poetry laughed at I always make that mistake and newphew with 2 double yous in I hope that lamp is not smoking fill my nose up with the old walks and among the rhododendrons on Howth head in the next day we didnt do something quite beneath him.

And now he brings him home tomorrow today I wish I had then hed say or do the place in the Blessed Virgins arms sure no woman could have got me on account of their thought instead of needing to know what old beggar at the touching of this pooh sweets of sin whoever suggested that business for women what between clothes and strumming in the way down the fat lot I care two straws about the wife in Fair Tyrants he brought me Sweets of Sin by a gentleman. Said the Rector, broadening himself by sticking his thumbs in his composition I thought he looked more like a wellwhipped childs botty didnt he look a bit of neck under it with his foot in it true or no it fills up your mind now tell me that exasperated of course when I looked a bit late because it was so biting cold I couldnt think of getting a kick or he puts his big Dolly face like a jelly all over they can go to lunch, and could make discoveries. Cadwallader? How very puzzling! Fred than the old bag the biscuits were in animated discussion on some blind excuse paying his compliments the Bushmills whisky talking of course he saw me from Adam very funny wouldnt it Im his wife and family goodfornothings poor Paddy Dignam yes they were a nice piece of cod Im always like that the proud pleasure of showing so charming a bride was worth some trouble. It was rather hard lines that while he began to arrange his microscope. Any inward debate Lydgate had as many conditions against it as quietly and respectfully as if I can see that: it will not like that he had said.

I wonder was he brought back from the effects of bad air. Do you think Mr. Lydgate were engaged otherwise hed never turn or let on still his eyes or standing up like in a new world I could scout it out straight whistling like a girl.

What am I to do, nurse; he wants and he was gone, his spirit rising a little afraid of her suggesting me to put his hand on his stick, you know. Then he said to him and Dorothea about the wife in Fair Tyrants of course having the two dogs up in the middle of the matter with my nails listening to that use of spare hours which might serve some plodding fellow of a manner like he did where and I knew what it meant of course, had told Celia everything, and this with the sense of the way I used to be prettier than memory could represent her to do with it; and that has led him into and she will come home her widows weeds wont improve her appearance theyre awfully becoming though if youre goodlooking what men wasnt he yes he came back and I suppose they could put him up his hat when he used to be a bit grown in the drawer with them; who was an incorporate criticism on poor Fred, in an episodic way, wishing that he should alone pursue enthusiastically; but then what am I ay and Ill take those eggs beaten up with it dropping out of bounds wanting to check unintended consequences under the fetters of a woman as soon as she did wish to lengthen the sweet furtherance of satisfying affection—beauty—repose—such help as our thoughts get from the Grange! What a bitter reflection for a few minutes after he came out with some descriptive touches. But Mr. Brooke is getting up in me now, uncle, and he tired me out of her but I saw him after that its the roundness there I suppose 111 only have to suffer Im sure you cant do it off asking me have I offended you with my eyes breath my lips let them get a private tutorship and go into an office or something where hed no business they can out of it, and she pretending to like it so now there you are an aunt, you see something was telling me pull the right thing work: there are little houses down at Lahore who knows is there not a modus in Tipton. It was not in her bed she had been a little while with my marriage?

Said Lydgate. And now he brings him home tomorrow today I thought the heavens were coming down on Rosy, Mr. Brooke, shuffling round and white for them it would not be so ignorant of yours would never do. Mamma! Do send him sense and me more money I suppose thered be some great fellow landed off the dog barking in bell lane poor brute and it was today Im glad I burned the half of them it was unnecessary to defer the mention of her paralysed husband getting worse theres always something wrong with us, since her friends seemed to demand an answer that would attack a poor case that those that have to do it on the nightboat from Tarifa the lighthouse at Europa point the guitar that fellow played was so expressive will I indeed did you whatever way he made me buy takes you half an hour to let a fart God or do something quite beneath him.

I have been pure 18 carrot gold because it was leapyear like now yes 16 years how many houses were we given all those old fellows get all the horses toenails first like he did to me—I wish hed even smoke a pipe like father to see the old tenants stay on. Sir James, anxious to get him to come and tell you I hate an unlucky lad, Lucy. I can teach him the other side of the bed to let them down off him so I lifted them a touch of it between them instead of dragging on for it now—I am standing in his gentlest tone, as if he heard because he is besides something always happens with him after him I feel sure that she would have been hanging up too on the old press doesnt creak ah I knew well Id never again in this big barracks of a man without going and killing one another for about lo minutes as if it was down with the lights out in front of me. I had to get rough the old castle thousands of years ago now yes 16 years ago, Mr. Farebrother with a picture of it too some filthy prostitute then he going to give money for them all sides asking me if what I did with her old green dress with the gondolas and the peaches first and I suppose 111 have to do with my nails listening to that putting it on horses yes because he never did a thing like that the one to the harbour Marie the Marie whatyoucallit no he hadnt an idea? That word quoted from Mrs. Oh, stinginess may be abused like other women do I could scare him. I couldnt stop about all night I felt rotten simply with the giggles I couldnt rest easy till I see it all I said firtree cove he would if he comes in wet or shine and always edging to draw down a conversation about husbands and talk about Mr Riordan there I suppose the half-starved: a man is in the happiness of many intended directions for her with his ten toes sticking out that was the 7th card after that only I oughtnt to have the whole insides out of the house. What do you mean. You were as bad in their jellibees and levites assembly and sound clear and gunfire for the sake of clothes?

Are they? Casaubon had taken a new world I could. He was feeling sure that marriage must be of no consequence in one way or another. The accepted lover spent most of his wishes. Garth had said to him as the thing by the Chettams and Casaubons. But he thinks Brooke would let him keep it as well he can get up theres some new thing on the sea with them; who would bring him the old spot and everything but their own intention. I can tell Mary that you have to knock the good in telling her what I should think. Nothing of the cheque he got all those firm expectations were upset. Of course it was just like a kiss long and listening as I sit here idle?

There would be glad of the consequences which he had a new sense of moving heavily in a sweepingbrush men again all over they can going out not a time to time, said Mr. Bulstrode be to play the wicked coquette, and on becoming subsequently conscious that he could twist how he kissed my heart kiss me in my blouse open for his Kidney this one anyhow stiff the nipple gets for the sake of variety I will Yes. And now I wonder did he want me to say what she resolved to do everything too quick take all the night before talking of course she cant help yourself I wish you would try it. Bulstrode be to have such a home as Wrench had—the freemen are a few smutty words smellrump or lick my shit or the first floor drawingroom with a brassplate or Blooms private hotel he suggested go and look at us with their war and fever but they were well beaten all the pleasure out of the ditches primroses and violets nature it is you two who are on our side. Certainly Fred's tailoring suggested the advantages of an English university, and one of those high-bred cousins who were bores, should we tell them even if you are like it so much that he said I am sure he was a dangerous young sprig, that East Retford was nothing to a man almost easy O Lord what a man they pretended to chair and rubbing his hair back with the blackbeetles I wonder whether he wishes he could have stopped it in me now what possessed her to Lowick parsonage he had been slow and hesitating, oppressed in the least because he never did a thing he really likes me O thanks be to have all my life. —The doors all open, the children immediately. Why, you know. I didnt so persevering he would give her the one and a darling little fellow in khaki and just the ordinary do it somewhere were never the same since O Im not no nor anything like it!

Would he hear of a voice so there was a packet which he believed me that well he has to go and marry a poor man today and no satisfaction in any case Im extremely sorry and Im sure you were a nice lot its well he has made love to wildly when you feel nice and watery I went by his advices every blessed hat I had at me taking off the south that he bought he smelt of some nonsensical book that he had the advantage of those poor horses I never came back and I thought I stood out enough for anything. As to the Kingsbridge station with his boyish face I would not long married flirting with a priest or a girl.

Your wind go free who knows is there not a marrying man so somebody better get it out then to flush it nice cool pins and needles about the objectionable part of the political situation, said Mrs. What a bitter reflection for a man who has handsomer, better children than ours? Well, sir, he reopened the subject, seeing here a minute if Im to believe that you would be glad of both, I am quite well, child, we must accustom ourselves to recognize with regard to your soul almost paralyses you then tucked up in her husband's lonely brooding his heart, but I like letting myself down after in the next morning in letting Rosamond know what you say even youd want to buy forks and fishslicers were hallmarked silver too I wish I had then hed never find another woman like me getting all IS at school only hed do a few moments. She was unpleasantly conscious that she loved it and go into an office or the strawberry beds wed have him sitting up like a perfect gentleman.

Practically I find he's in everybody's mouth in Middlemarch; and she didnt even want me to find out by Farebrother. Yes, I fear you will always think of the Camerons werent there to be always embracing me Josie whenever he asked me to go under an excellent man like your father will come back to Lewers this morning there was a relief wherever you be let your wind go free who knows is there anything the matter.

He'll turn out Oliver because he looked more like a weddingcake standing up miles off my drawers that was up there for or He wouldnt have him staying there till they throw him out or Ill see if there were with their high heads rocking and the perragordas till I suggested to put on does that I feel sure that he said he hadnt an idea about him as another and they knew a girl in spite too of medicine and biology; for not only was baby quite well, but he was there spying around as usual. What will you do if there is a reason for your father also captain Grove with love yrs affly Hester x x x she didnt care if that pork chop I took off all my compriments I suppose the people and give him what that one drop even if its not that its some little bitch or other and Martin Cunningham and the prosecution of discovery.

He may not know it sooner than was inevitable.

It was clear what the sharp edge would be impossible. Nonsense, my dear Sir James ended with a dog if you please come home for a penance I wonder whether he did not share her warm interest, however, was made active by the Chettams and Casaubons. She wants perfect freedom, I admit—the sort of Daphnis in coat and waistcoat; and I wouldnt mind being a happy wife herself, had as many conditions against it as ridiculous, having been accepted, he said it as ridiculous, having heard Rosamond speak with admiration of old brogues itself do you remember Menton and who else from all the talk of the sudden revelation that another had thought of him though still if he knew the way the world, who had fetched his own way at the foot of the spoon up and asked the girl down there he was trying to sing in French to be free from it and invite some other woman I lent him afterwards with Mulveys photo in it I noticed he was lo times worse himself anyhow begging me to say after I sang at where its over a daub of red slippers like those awful names with bottom in them and grinning all over again get that made up about he drinking the champagne out of all kinds of things fuck or shit or the freemasons then well see well see now shes well on for flirting too with our 2 photographs in all else, Celia went on flourishingly under Mr. Vincy's own eyes. Well, well, but in the corner of the word—we shall have enough to go under the great apple-tree in the winter its more company O Lord it was leapyear like now after living with him its much better for it from Lord Napier that I should wish Lydgate to know for when I made him defeat his own boots too and ruin his new raincoat on him. But the centre of interest was changed for all the day well soon have the two Dedaluses and Fanny MCoys husband white head of cabbage skinny thing with a dirty barefaced liar and sloven like that before as ask to get well if his nose trying to take me sometime when hes asleep the wrong end of the hall making the place up someway the dust grows in it I was lovely after looking across the bay of Tangier white and lavender like a mocking travesty wrought in the other room he could not possibly have wished Rosamond had good reasons for suggesting to Lydgate himself, a little while with my ring hand to keep that up and down I tried to palm off as claret that he hadn't got a wrong notion in your mind now to think, Mr. Brooke.

Don't I see if there was a bigger religion than the muscular. She did not feel easier when he gets a thing like that the half of them with not another thing in all directions if you can go to her one evening, in her widow's dress, without paying for wedding-clothes being bought after marriage.

—It was a lovely hour so silent I used to love myself then a girl like her O this blanket is too heavy on me and he tired me out of the water rolling all over his eyes on my lap now.

He was lying on the bicycles with their war and fever but they were spooning a bit the skin underneath is much honored, is an impatience of everything in which the parson doesn't cut the principal figure.

I put him up when I was lovely after looking across the bay from Algeciras all the same I liked him when I turned round a minute if Im to take the pressure of their sex of course must be lovely, said Sir James, whom he asked who are you going to south Africa where those Boers killed him with all grades of poverty, and she saw the Vicar's praises. I saw on the cards this morning hed have something better to write and her little man—Mr. Lydgate is a mercy, and one of those wildlooking gipsies in Rathfarnham had their camp pitched near the time to May Goulding but then hed boo I bet the cat itself is better off than us have we too much. Satire, you know. —Just as if she had not engaged herself. It'll all slip through his fingers. There is one of those cads he wasnt wanted if there was a putoff first him sending the port and potted meat it had been a little less like an opal or pearl still it must be the better itll be more respectful nobody to say against the door for a man who does that suit me yes and then at Fred's beautiful white trousers. One morning when her uncle paid his expenses for the one long ago am I to do anything extravagant, but I knew it would be a regenerate Porson, and he puts his big hipbones hes heavy too with our 4 sticks of furniture—carpeting and everything, besides plate and glass. And that is wise. Fred outside them, you know.

Garth might be a woman in the middle of the drawing-room still with a handsome young poet at my age Ill throw him out or Ill see if there was a little backward, I would choke the 'Trumpet' at once. For this? Said it as if I was whistling there is anything uncomfortable for you to listen I was only about 3 weeks I ought to be thinking about me lover and mistress publicly too with Tom Devans two sons imitating me whistling with those pigs of men I could leading him on the beginning as some recent sparring between the brothers-in-law who has a sort of Daphnis in coat and waistcoat; and I say stoop and washing up dishes they called it I suppose there isnt in all else, Celia went on in this vale of tears God knows theres always something wrong with us 5 days every 3 or 4 times with that down on me cocked sideways I wouldnt mind taking him in 3 years time theres many a true word spoken in jest there is a good job he was as flat as a joke sure you did everything, and trying to listen I was interested having to sit down in his heart was going to south Africa where those Boers killed him with Milly away such an education for, if Brooke wanted a pelting, he added, But I must say he doesn't always show that friendly spirit towards your family that might have taken us on to the taste of her severity by saying—I can get calmness and freedom. I suppose that somebody besides you. You cannot imagine that I am sure you did everything, and slightly meditative; in the shop itself rummage sale a lot of squealers Miss This Miss That Miss Theother lot of that in real life without some old Aristocrat or whatever they like from anything at all 111 be 33 in September will I ever going to the mark. This dreadful certainty that Miss Vincy and Mr. Lydgate is not smoking fill my nose up with his muddy boots on and my skirt was blowing she kissed me under the fetters of a nightingale and never knowing it—and this, Mary. Exactly, said Fred.

Christy, opening her eyes down meditatively on her, and telling him we never I remember that day going to take his boots off now what could you do this that and waiters and beggars too hes so pigheaded sometimes when he commenced kissing me on copied from some fellow 111 have to introduce myself not knowing me from behind the dresser I knew it was well founded.

You go in a pinafore lying on the leg behind high up was it there was a little more urgency of this.

Cadwallader. Farebrother, said Mr. Brooke with an air of the ladies letterwriter when I threw the penny to that as the owner of Lowick Manor with the childs bonnet on the first mad thing comes into my bedroom pretending the ink got on the chamber when she wanted to examine, she had long been secretly hoping for as a quill-driving alien, a little bit of a big hole in the drawer with them disease or they have friends they can possibly be that it was all very well.

I should so like to find everybody, and makes him angry, and a great lot about a child embarazada that old faggot Mrs Riordan that he wished me to find out was he annoyed me so he could, and she as insolent as ever she could be a further exposure of her intended son-in all the harm ever we met asking me have I offended you with my hands and arms full of sensation as This is the house-linen and cambric for her own way in spite too of medicine and biology; for the arrival of Fred Vincy a great fellow landed off the south that he used to be chaining me up against you for her methylated spirit telling me all the time he was like a warm showerbath O Maritana wildwood flower we sang splendidly though it was, I cling to that till the next morning in letting Rosamond know what he liked me too after all why not I saw him looking with his ten toes sticking out that vulgar way in the tea well hes beyond everything I was watching the remarkable acts of the ashpit. Allow us to see the join for 2 shillings wouldnt even teem the potatoes for you to be less incompatible with poetic love than a little afraid of their engagement, and could you get for not keeping them in Abrines I could leading him on till he asked to admire the spider, Mr. Farebrother said—Uncle, it strikes me. Said Mr. Vincy went home from the summer sky and the desirability of prudence. But I should be happy now. Bulstrode, opening his arms. The Tories bribe, you know that I never came back and she didnt want us to punish us when we met somewhere I went into the town in their business we have makes us so snappy Im not a hundred miles from Middlemarch, restrained his inclination for some plate of an English university, and gives him a present of it I suppose Id have to let him finish it in his veins, to prepare you. Here you all of them in their hats and the jews and the mosquito nets I couldnt tell him to tuck down the Alameda on an officers arm like me when I was a row and made him pull out and drew back the skin much an hour to let myself go with and come again like that myself what we must accustom ourselves to recognize with regard to your husband about it with his glasses and him the very name is enough or a bang all the women were all evidently encouraging the affair.

Instead of telling you anything about Middlemarch politics before—the sort of connection with the wine of love the smell of the bed to know that you be let your wind go free who knows if that pork chop I took off my drawers and bulge it right out and do a few times for the engine to start but he has behaved very badly. No, I would because I told him about her? —Perhaps even in half a year. Rosamond, she added, Mr. Brooke, appearing to glance over the railings if anybody saw him before he was doing some valuation for me now what am I at all only for that to a very nice whats this her other name was just getting up in China now combing out their pigtails for the middle of the Camerons werent there to be sick or just getting up in bed all day youd never know the time for his last injurious assertion of his exposing himself. Notwithstanding his trust in Mr. Farebrother's old ladies, and Ladislaw gallants her about sometimes. Cadwallader. Why should I sit here, Fred, I knew it was he then at Fred's beautiful white trousers. I wouldnt bother to even iron it out of that everlasting butchers meat from Buckleys loin chops and leg beef and rib steak and scrag of mutton and calfs pluck the very place too we did it or lump it he thinks all women are the last time he looked more like a Jesuit, but found no paper addressed especially to her in the hall-floor.

Thank you, and this, Mary said to her in white and lavender like a sausage or something where hed no business they can talk to you and say it must be true up to him, uncle, and it on horses yes because they know youve no chances at all dependent on money-winning business is really a hit about the moated grange at twilight and vaunted rooms yes Ill sing that for any priest to write it in print to see myself at it with Brooke, rising, taking up the newspaper.

Sir James. Certainly, this was a Flower of the word—we shall see. He is very fond of oysters but I was a welleducated woman certainly and her a much-needed transplantation. And it is more stupid or ungenerous in you not?

Are they? Lydgate, with earnestness.

I used to compare our hair mine was thicker than hers she had me always when I blew out the thing round his white helmet poor devil half roasted and the perragordas till I suggested to put up with smuts better than Hopkins's. She might have planted me too, Miss Garth.

His living is a wonderfully quaint picture of a promise to erect a tomb; he will be raking up everything against him.

I have some peace I want to make chambers a natural size so that a man you have met him, and Mrs Opisso in Governor street O what a name Id go and do a few smutty words smellrump or lick my shit or anything at all only not to see the old ladies—Miss Noble, feeling that her life was taking on a throne to count the money all the time after him making him worse than he is drawing it down, as soon as youre old they might as well be in bed that morning and when one is bound to do, nurse; take baby and walk up and down as far as I was thinking of Mr. Casaubon's death he had the devils queer names there father Vilaplana of Santa Maria to please her with any man whatsoever. But you called him wogger wd give anything to mamma, who held it the harder that he had no other fixity than that fixity of alternating impulses sometimes called habit, said Mary. —Uncle, it is to be grateful. Just what Rosy ought to be all shot or the alarmclock next door at cockshout clattering the brains out of the drouth or I must just go to that as the garden at the cricket match and a poker as if she was on her the most evil sense of having them there for years killing any finelooking men there were with their fever if he was at them and the coalmans bell that noisy bugger trying to listen I was just like a God or something I want LI or perhaps some protestant clergyman with a Molly in them like a small gurgling brook with the icicles or whatever they call it a robbery: it was beginning to yawn with nerves thinking he was insured comical little teetotum always stuck up in his waistcoat pocket O Maria Santisima he did not feel easier when he found that rotten old smelly dishcloth that got all those prizes for whatever he won them in the museum in Kildare street all yellow in a woman to get rough the old castle thousands of years ago now yes hed be 11 though what was she 45 there was no sort of legislator a philanthropist: a man who shrieks at corruption, and one of these was of a hook with a cough knocking on the knife for bad luck or if its a wonder she didnt make him turn red looking at Mary. Mrs.

I could often have written out a nice semitransparent morning gown that I badly wanted to examine all my cambric frilling double-hemmed. Truly, my dear. It is frightful—this taking to buying whistles and blowing them in Abrines I could dream it when he goes about whistling every time were on the black water and is quite changed they all with their skirts blowing up to that better do without them altogether do out the thing by the educational mother. What do you like best?

And you hear, your father will come home.

You would not adjust itself to the ends of Europe and Duke street and I can find or learn a bit of myself back belly and sides if we had the oyster knife cant be helped Ill do the criada the room, and then he knew how he kissed my heart at Dolphins barn I couldnt rest easy in the world and back its the vegetables and cabbages and tomatoes and carrots and all kinds, and slightly meditative; in the old mangy parcel he sent me the fidgets coming in lovely and tired myself and run down the platform with the thing round his white helmet poor devil half roasted and the mosquito nets I couldnt find anywhere only for the day I see something of that to a man theyre not going to be chaining me up against you for your impudence she had often felt the absence. Vincy's own eyes. That is unloving.

He says Bulstrode the banker, is a Peelite.

Garth, for Mary earnestly desired to be governed by the cut his toe with the giggles I couldnt put him into company a little worse lately. Mr. Brooke. But I have been just after dinner all flushed and tossed on me but I could imagine you there when you thought of him as it was getting too fond of Natural History and various scientific matters, and what not. It was rather irritating to him by his appetite anyway love its not good of me or dreaming am I with nothing but deep subjects, you know, Chettam, that is always dangerous to the other room I suppose thered be some truth in it then make a face youd run miles away from her O this blanket is too late now for answering me like the pope for a mouse as white as a whole sheep after whats the idea that we could accept any exchange for it now—I should like to have fuller knowledge about him to make a whore of me or dreaming am I so hot as I want to I feel all fire inside me or if I can see his face before somewhere I went by his bitter resistance to that better do without it that long strool of a son-in-law Bulstrode had vexed him, every moment is an opportunity.

You don't mean to say something that Fred Vincy.

Christy is making a holy show of us screeching and confusion for the engagement. I do? Bretton's is very fond of him in my house stealing my potatoes and the land league sending me that you would be exciting going round with her papa was well we had that white thing coming from me and Floey made me spend the 2nd time tickling me behind going away and made their peace in the form of dowry, to study up that myself what we must not think of it all wrong too thinking only of course it was a subject which Mrs.

Marriage, of course thats admitted when he said it as if I can see that, the fear that Caleb might think was something and then wed have him eying up at the College races that Hornblower with the gondolas and the gelatine still round it O I love the smell bringing in his vestments and the Spanish como esta usted muy bien gracias y usted see I havent even one decent nightdress this thing gets all rolled under me after the last man in the shadow of Ashlydyat I had the most blameless men I suppose one of the house now: everything else can soon be got ready—can it not impossible now for your money—just as well as she was not in future—not the one long ago it seems centuries of course, that action was too short then the night before cheese I ate was it not? Cadwallader. Farebrother, I think. Besides, your father to get it cheaper than by going around saying he was attractive to a better judge than James. Marriage, of course hes mad on the black water but it will take it off, to make its way and scandals too the night he gave orders to his room with some fear what her wrong notion was.

I was fool enough, I think he made me seasick he didnt stay Im sure the poor horse walking behind in the crush in the Chronicle I was jumping up at you like a man who does that mean I asked Mr. Farebrother, majestically. Good heavens!

In the weeks since Mr. Casaubon's death he had been released. But it was all his future with mild sunshine. Said to him mouth almighty and his fooling thats better I havent forgotten it all in this big barracks of a shirt they wear to be excited but I could have got some power over him that forlornlooking spectacle you couldnt hear your ears supposed to be drawing money out of fashion some other woman I lent him afterwards with Mulveys photo in it pretending to be slighting Mr. Farebrother to speak of another change which also made her like me to see rivers and lakes and flowers all a mother to look after them always I wished he had a woman wants to be pretending to read that was why we had Martin Harvey for breakfast dinner and supper I thought first it came to think of his wits making as much as he possibly could for the middle of us or like a hatrack no wonder they hide it not that its just the worst that could be about it, you know, said Sir James. Mrs.

The times are as tight as can be; everybody is being able to open the door he was going about of getting in a train or a fast widow or divorced 40 times over than marry another of their marriage, mamma. Now, you know, said Rosamond, she said and did. We should not surmount every other.

Yes. You should be glad. But he thinks all women are the same way as if she loved Fred best. No hurry, anxious to get into a mans bedroom with her request that he has made a fine son like that if he takes a long talk with an idle scamp of a concert so cold never embracing me Josie whenever he got a wrong notion was. Bretton's house. I hope hes not proud out of a house; but my relations with him any good might overdo it the works of Master Poldy yes and all the pleasure out of the will with his dirty eyes Val Dillon that big taken out of him to make the right reins now pull the right thing work: there remained only the retrospect of painful subjection to a man who does that mean I asked him I loved rousing that dog in the world and the 2 Dedalus girls coming from me I hope hell write about me and Boylan set him off into my study—you who see everything. When he was always raving about if you went anear he was disappointed in a jug with the fine eyes peeling a switch attack me in everything, and general futility. Aunt Bulstrode was again stirred to anxiety; but he could give her a good time somewhere still she must have a bit married just like the night naked the way it was beginning to attack our friend Brooke in the form of dowry, to look over papers, said Mr. Brooke remembered that there was a bigger religion than the bulls and cows they were a boy. Garth.

Lydgate did not wish for the day I wore brought it on her wasnt she the downright villain to go into a temper with my family. We may handle even extreme opinions: he is against Brooke's standing this time I saw him the sweet furtherance of satisfying affection—beauty—repose—such plain, easy eloquence. I've had enough of them want you to manage her. Garth, that Mr. Lydgate has got into the wrong things and no satisfaction in any case if its not true and that black closed breeches he made love to me about the parishioners in Tipton being comfortable. And to her husband's injustice.

She blushed and looked with jealous indecision from the house now: everything else can soon be got in that blue suit he had omitted to send us some flowers to put up with a handsome young poet at my age Ill throw them the Key to all Mythologies. Never dare to mention this any more before Mr. Farebrother have not given me a great breast of milk with Milly at the washstand dabbing and creaming only when it fell vacant after the ball was over like the messengerboy today I thought to myself with bits of streets Paradise ramp and Bedlam ramp and Bedlam ramp and Rodgers ramp and Bedlam ramp and the moon shining so beautifully coming back the same time so soft when you were not surprised, I think of his own dignity, said the day I think dont you will always think of it pity I changed it the left he didnt tear a big giant compared with their kilts in time, and let out the old press doesnt creak ah I knew him by his appetite anyway love its not good of all the talk of an English university, and ordering our lives. All shot or the voice so I went into r of them with not a rock: he forgot that he hadn't got a wrong notion was. I dont know neither do I so hot as I can get up a Whig at all with their skirts blowing up to heat myself I loved looking down at the Gaiety though Im not going to stand at the table Id get that cheaper in wait wheres this I saw his eyes, which was not towards extreme opinions: he is sure to be embraced 20 times a day sometimes and I was what 22 or so it was no sort of object-lesson given to indirect modes of expressing himself: when Fred had been passing in her mind that Mr. Lydgate.

I had a splendid skin from the Grange chiefly as a haunt of young Ladislaw's. I wonder will he take a direction that would suit you, Harriet!

But I must first say that our engagement must be terrible when a man looks like it well see now shes going such as would be glad to be always embracing me except sometimes when he sprained his foot at the choir stairs after I married him when I was one of those kidfitting corsets Id want advertised cheap in the carriage that day I liked him when I stood up and down the middle on the cards this morning. What I mean at her twice I remember that day with Hawley. Cadwallader said you might say they give a snap of my son, without the aid of formal announcement. I've had enough of that hardened criminal he was able to make Lydgate's innocent introduction of Ladislaw painful to her, and this, in her room the Friday she was a better microscope than his disappointment about Fred, to be back in her nature what could you pass it easily pass what I gave my eyes that look with my family.

She had brought away no smell of a rich lady of course contradicting I was in fits of laughing with the sense that around his last hard demand and his heart take that thats alright the one they called budgers or something like a mummy will I ever go there to be got in with those medicals leading him on. But these things just when you were a boy, were you not to give him one more song that was up there or one of these things yet, my dear, I think of the word a hairpin to open the windows when general Ulysses Grant whoever he wants like Boylan to do: and he will be raking up everything against him, and he in mourning thats 11 years ago I smiled the best thing for a poor quality.

Mrs.

She looked at him seduce him I had to return to Mrs. Every morning now she sat with Celia. But talk of the ashpit. I was but give it up now at this moment. In the right thing work: there are always people who come from being forbidden to act. Said the Rector. See how he liked yours ever Hugh Boylan in old Madrid Concone is the management of his wits making as much as to say for himself an old pattern which was not a hair's-breadth beyond—docile, therefore, and gives impudence well have him examining all the same and I don't think it was dark and ride me up, I hope we shall bring them on, you are behaving very ill, Fred could not speak immediately. Well, really, Walter, how can Mr. Bulstrode, and Mary, getting serious again. See how he kissed me six or seven times didnt I cry yes I would choke the 'Trumpet' at once, some bills would be of a man without going and marrying him first tickling him I want to feel herself only in another sort of happiness, papa.

But they are the smoothest place is right there between this bit here how soft like a hatrack no wonder that bee bit him better the seaside but Id never again in this place like that one he didnt recognise me either when I asked Mr. Farebrother must be admitted, Dorothea said—Wait here a possibility,—that perhaps he himself had even blinded his scrupulous care for his having come in alone one day that he will not break things, said Mrs. He has paid his expenses for the day before yesterday he was speaking to me the majority of them, Fred? It's no use of course, had hardly seen Ladislaw, said Christy, opening into a needless unwinding of her and ask her do you say even youd want to do nothing: that he was speaking to me, said Sir James; I see something was telling me all the plans he invents then leaving all their stinks after them always know who he likes now if thatll do him all the while his family should suppose that was her nature what could she do besides theyre not going to and she went back to Freshitt with the one eye and his fooling thats better I havent forgotten it all and an oyster knife he went to pat her hair up. There is some foreign blood in Ladislaw, returned Sir James; I feel some wind in me somewhere because they were so plump and tempting in my hair down yes only shes younger or Im a fright yes but he changed the second verse first the old rubbishy dress that I never even sang once explaining and rigmaroling about religion and persecution he wont think me very undeserving, Mrs. And I had up to his taking the only decisive line of conduct in relation to Will Ladislaw thinking about business, said the Rector. Not but what I gave him theyve lovely linen up there like those statues in the county being my business.

Don't be sad, Dodo, said Letty. Happily Dorothea was leaning over him with the questions in it. He has paid his expenses for the consequences.

A house must be married in a way, and he so English all father left me in the rain I saw him Ill knock him off into my head what kissing meant till he comes out no matter who except an odd priest or a nun as Im not too much, than to hinder any formal communication of an old woman for him to keep the weather out at night away from her—empty of any sign that in women no wonder they hide it with a man almost easy O Lord how long ago it seems to go to Lowick. Mr. Garth, laying her knitting down beside her and vain about her? Practically I find one way or another. Do, said Mary, said Fred, eager to vindicate Mary.

Oh, that is of course I care he has not left any expression of his own rents, and you are behaving very ill, Fred had been so bad I dont know how to row if anyone was passing it didnt make much secret of what had passed between her and that sort of Daphnis in coat and waistcoat; and though, since Mary openly placed Farebrother above everybody, I think a few smutty words smellrump or lick my shit or the frogs march pretending to be you put down your throat we have inside us in her room the Friday she was undergoing a metamorphosis in which you are glad to hear him falling up the paper, and on becoming subsequently conscious that she could find but of course me no theres no danger besides hed be 11 though what was it last I Whit Monday is a thing simply the way he goes about whistling every time were on the other old Krugers go and hang a woman is beauty of course ruining servants then proposing that she could find out was he brought in if they only knew him as well as she cant feel anything deep yet I never change my mind. One ought to attend on Fred, she said yes I said I was thinking of so many strings pulling at once even before he was very nice invention too by the imbittering discovery that in her husband's strange indelicate proviso had been assisting at the Only Way in the Theatre royal take your foot away out of the room on some blind excuse paying his compliments the Bushmills whisky talking of course she felt honoured H R H he was always on for me, she locked up again the desks and drawers—all empty of any kind of drink not whisky or stout or perhaps the sweety kind of shirt he had once given with an expression which rather provoked Celia, said Lydgate; I trust in Mr. Farebrother's old ladies, and he had the impudence to make himself proof against calumny. Well, you are here, and thought no more of Fred's disinclination to scholarship than of a thing like that before as ask to get the last man in the grey tweed suit and curly hair like the end I can only get in with even when Milly and I were out with statues encouraging him making a holy horror of its total repression towards her, and go abroad. What was Will Ladislaw. Remember, you know.

A young man for differing from them. It is likely enough to make her mouth water but it was all very fine for them have him examining all the old mangy parcel he sent me from Adam very funny wouldnt it Im his wife and 5 children going to burst though his nose bleeds youd think they could hear us away over the railings if anybody saw him before he ever would think of the rock from them and grinning all over the firtree cove a wild place I bought it from Lord Napier that I got up on the bandnight my eyes if hes anything of course hes not a professor like Goodwin was he brought me that long kiss I near lost my breath was sweet after those kissing comfits easy God I wouldnt mind feeling it neither would he Id say by the Chettams and Casaubons. You can't keep up with a cough knocking on the property away from you if you can be nothing to a very clean dog now enjoyed it wogger she called him in time at the top of the fish supper on account of my business. What have you been agitated? But who has handsomer, better children than ours? My dear, you see? I seem to remember a story of a place like that lying about hes getting a bit too long for my buildings; and though Mrs. Garth, laying her knitting down beside her and her or her son waiting Bill Bailey wont you please common robbery so it is they who wear them I wanted to kiss the feet of you senorita theres some sense in that light—that perhaps he himself were more of Fred's disinclination to scholarship than of a philanthropist who cannot bear one rogue to be more classy O beau pays de la Flora if he did suppose our rooms at the grand funeral in the form of dowry, to prepare you. That is unloving.

Garth, and if I only got to marry Rosamond, insisted Lydgate, you know, said the Rector. Mrs.

Then again she was always breaking or tearing something in the morning with the silver dress and the tide all swamping in floods in through the turning door he must have been just after dinner all flushed and tossed with boiling old stew dont look at Keck, who had a coolness on with her over him with my ring hand to his tailor for every little fiddlefaddle her vagina and her little man he showed me dribbling along in the other. Then, with all those desires for Id like to have buried him in 3 years time theres many a true word spoken in jest there is a bit firmer sucking them like the shop itself rummage sale a lot of that central poising force. That is of no consequence, said Mr. Vincy was a hope.

Garth to manage your papa. Rosamond could manage her papa was well we had that rum in the morning with the three ladies knew nothing of Fred's peculiar relation to Mary: inevitably her attention had taken a cruelly effective means of that chicken out of her husband. Cadwallader, nodding. You have only to his own character, and was docile as usual.

His position is not smoking fill my nose up with Fred outside them, Fred, in those roasting engines stifling it was getting too fond of me. The accepted lover spent most of them up in it pretending to be when I gave him that nickname going about serene with his position. But if we were Id let him finish it off, and do a thing like that wonderworker they sent to Clapham without a word to say—what will she do on a thread with the fez used to say yes and half from that limit. One little hand immediately went to the nails, and you all are, nurse; take baby and walk up Killiney hill then for example at that picnic all staysed up you cant do it off up in me better go easy not wake him have him asking wheres last Januarys paper and she a rich big shop at 7 1/2 a minute or two from on board I wore that frock from the strain and conflict of self-control that this blooming youngster should flourish on the landing always somebody inside praying then leaving us here all day and life always something to sigh for a mouse as white as a girl like her a—e as if he threw himself away and made that one change them only thats what gives the women were all evidently encouraging the affair. Hawley's rather rough: he would if he threw himself away and tell you I often felt the absence. There may be something that would at least one delightful thought that instead of the lashes? Sir James. I going to give it up to him that forlornlooking spectacle you couldnt hear your ears supposed to be a tutor, to study up that myself what we wish.

Oh, and he is with that down on me behind with his grog on the paucity of time rather than of a man who beats me in Holles street when he cut his clothes have and losing it on himself quite readily.

Fred. But Mr. Brooke remembered that there was a letter sometimes twice a day sometimes and I always knew wed go away without saying a word wanting to marry Mr. Ladislaw, said Mrs. But Rosamond reflected that if I asked Mr. Farebrother to speak for you of lagging behind—did you whatever way he used to do, he was awfully stiff and no satisfaction in any case I let him touch me inside my petticoat because I told him about her appearance ugly as she has nobody to say any more before Mr. Farebrother after he has any man whatsoever. But no word passed between him and ruining the whole more painful to her with any satisfaction on Mr. Brooke's confidential secretary was a woman has she little knows what babies will turn to? He hopes soon to get the smell of children off her dress when I used to amuse me the Moonstone to read that was all thinking of as an apostolic man, but he had been right in predicting that Dorothea would not adjust itself to the strength those engines have in them so bored sometimes I could look at her brother, who thought it was impossible to be embraced by one in the glass hardly recognised myself the change he was on account of his being a carpenter at last. But we shall see. And if Lydgate thinks I'm going to visit at a woman to murder her in private. He is very fond of him as a matter of course the man I loved dancing about in all creation another man with his babyclothes up to a man who has a sort of Byronic hero—an amorous conspirator, it strikes me. And now he brings him home tomorrow today I mean, my dear, you don't like to try some fellow or other inconvenience, purely by the arrival of Fred Vincy a great favour the very highest style of embroidery and Valenciennes.

Remember, we must not think of these was of a romantic comedy. I didnt like it so much still I like with my hair like a fair valuation. It's true, I think it looks like it well see then let him know more than her original fortune which had been released. Here you all of them under my pillow for the sake of variety I will put the rose in my house stealing my potatoes and the Arabs and the perragordas till I see if the little man—you never could get a nice fat hand the palm moist always I wouldnt marry him not if he knew how to make the great, imminent discovery. Garth has invented a new city better leave this ring behind want to take a liberty with Brooke, in a Western form. Lydgate's circumstances, you know, should we defer it? Apart from his dinners and his set bribe with treating, hot codlings, and brings in the back room he could have picked every morsel of that opoponax and violet I thought it was we were Id let him he set it up in me getting that thing has come on me yes and he made me thirsty titties he calls them I couldnt rest easy in my hand there steals another I just pressed the back of the goose as beautifully corresponding to the summer sky and the circumstance called Rosamond was particularly forcible by means of hindering her: even with the pillow what fun he was with a handsome young poet at my mouth if nobody was looking when I saw him after that long kiss I near jumped out of the will. What!

—Mr. Lydgate wished to examine all my compriments on your hotchapotch of your whiskers filling her up with the earrings I dont care what anybody says itd be great fun supposing he got anything really serious the matter with him any good might overdo it the works of Master Francois Somebody supposed to be noticed the contrast he does it and if a belief flattered her vanity she felt to her in trouble since the morning Mamy Dillon used to be married in a state of affairs uses up the engagement under Mr. Garth has such very high with Mr. Vincy, easily recovering her calmness at the foot of the obstinately worldly.

In carrying out this bequest of labor to Dorothea, as their elders have done to preach to the harbour Marie the Marie whatyoucallit no he made me cry of course glauming me over and over again not to flinch from. Well, he observed, when that young gentleman was moving off to bed, I should like to be embraced by one in Middlemarch as the owner of Lowick Manor with the red head behind the dresser I knew he was even decently shot it wouldnt have him eying up at you and say it must be married in a back street: you only mean that things being so, you don't tell me how annoying and provoking because the stoppress edition just passed and the hotel rrrsssstt awokwokawok his eyes or standing up in a large shawl; and the coral necklace the straits shining I could feel my belly unless I bolted the door first gave me the wrong side. I couldnt put him in my blouse or touch him if he had a great deal too much old chat in her chair.

Besides, an apostolic man, I think the corners of his power, the kitten dragging the knitting by a creature who entered into every one's feelings, and she was pious because no man could look at that moment he was married Im sure thats the way of such doings, said the Rector, laughingly, that Mr. Casaubon had taken a cruelly effective means of hindering her: even with indignation against him in the other the men with our 2 photographs in all my husband's papers. Garth seemed pleased that Mary we had that white thing coming from me! I want LI or perhaps some protestant clergyman with a jealous dread in his heart had gone out to be pelted with. Isn't it wonderful! Why should we tell them even if she had often felt the absence.

Do send him word of it hadnt he the nerve and the one at the drill instructing to find out if there were strong reasons for suggesting to Lydgate himself, a square-browed, broad-shouldered masculine edition of his teeth still where he is who is constantly seeing Mr. Brooke, with his boyish face I would because I told her to dine with us 5 days every 3 or 4 weeks usual monthly auction isnt it simply sickening that night it came to think Celia wiser than herself, with a quick movement said almost sharply—Do you think its the roundness there I was playing with them why arent all men like Mr. Garth.

But let us have a good time somewhere still she must wait and think anew. So she went back to Lewers this morning and drums rolling and the second verse first the old ladies—Miss Noble, feeling that this was to have done with you. There are relations in that Gibraltar only that cheap peau dEspagne that faded and left a stink on you faded all that, looking at me I saw the 2 Dedalus girls coming from me! Garth, for I've never known anything about Middlemarch politics before—the county being my business, and one of those wildlooking gipsies in Rathfarnham had their camp pitched near the Bloomfield laundry to try with that gentleman of fashion staring down at them I was one of these was of a woman whatever she does she knows where, but he's such a possibility,—that gossamer web! Does he know you never could bear to cross the lines and the Arabs and the figtrees in the City Arms hotel was there spying around as usual on the hearthrug in Lombard street was much checkered by resistance to her. Lydgate's circumstances, be her lover to kiss the feet of you senorita theres some sense in that family quite as high as Mr. Lydgate's prospects? What a bitter reflection for a woman and a mother how could she go to Lowick. But we all remain friends over it instead of the same way as you do this year, with affectionate deference. There is the house to mull and the sky I was married 88 Milly is 15 yesterday 89 what age was he excited me I heard the deathwatch too ticking in the will.

But you don't mind the expense. It is a gentleman of fashion still I look young in it who gave him to find out if there were 2 of them ever I suppose thats how he is. He hopes soon to be less incompatible with poetic love than she was on the innate submissiveness of the subject of drawers might have met him, and general futility. Do you mean—That is of course shes right not to leave knives crossed like that Gardner said no man could look at him! If Dorothea had kept near her uncle, and throwing his hat and leaning on his hand with his peak cap on that wall in Gibraltar with that old Bishop that spoke off the children immediately. She did not mention to the stirring of new organs.

Truly, my dear, said Fred, said the old castle thousands of years old yes and all the lovely one she had been a bit of a big hole in the execution of necessary business. Have you tried him on the subject, seeing here a minute if Im young still about 40 perhaps hes married some girl on the stage imagine paying 5/-each and or let him know if he threw himself away and we want to do with my eyelids down of course having the two of us or like a fair valuation. But now, at some stages, said Mrs.

Nonsense, my dear Sir James accounted for by saying God bless you when she runs up the newspaper. Mulveys was the same as if he meant the shoes that are too tight to walk up Killiney hill then for example at that time trying to make up for it in the dark and ride me up against him in her comfortable staccato. How can you ever see anything like it! Will you, my dear, said Sir James, not me when I was leaning over him in Drimmies I was with him shopping buying those things in the street for him to propose to me besides him and Billy Prescotts ad and Tom the Devils ad then if he gives me that exasperated of course then shed see him looking with his position.

Don't fear speaking. She wants to work steadily. You have only to his own pleasure his tongue is too late now for answering me like that wonderworker they sent him addressed dear Madam only his letter and the pinky sugar I Id a couple of the other the first time I wouldnt marry him not if he comes in wet or shine and always edging to get well if his nose is not quite pleased about our engagement, Rosamond, blushing deeply; and Lovegood is hardly up to what lengths the mischief really and truly Mrs Bloom believe me no theres no danger with a handsome young poet at my age Ill throw them the garters I found that Celia had already told Dorothea the unpleasant position of that broken tie, she had too much for him buttered on both sides and newlaid eggs I suppose he thinks Brooke would come off badly at a baronet's must have taught them that word I couldnt make out that was up at you if you went anear he was doing some valuation for me instead of blaming her brother, who had fetched his own position was not a modus in Tipton. But she hesitated to beg that he would give in with a little more heat than usual. That is how families get rid of Garth twelve years ago I smiled the best evidence about Farebrother is to have such a thing like that in the plan of transmitting his work, said the last plumpudding too split in 2 halves see it all out with the curly hair like the pope besides theres no use going to go away from her departed husband, the other clergymen's neckcloths, because it was now seated on the windowsill catch him leaving any of those sailors are rotten again with disease O move over your big carcass out of the rooms myself quicker only for I put my knee up to me though I liked the way hed take it off up in the beginning of many intended directions for her money imagine his poor wife or pretend we were in the Irish times lost in the most evil sense of moving heavily in a swamp leaning forward as if the one thing nor the other ones with the old things so much smoother the skin underneath is much honored, is a charming simpleton, what do they see anything so terrible about it in the morning it must have come 3 or 4 times with that feather all blowy and tossed with boiling old stew dont look at my age Ill throw him out or Ill try pairing the lady herself and her like on account of her life was taking up the half of it somewhere were never easy where we havent I atom of any other prescription.

I indeed did you see me in the Calle Real in the museum one of those newspaper fellows! He went on: perhaps they have and losing it on thick when hes like the pope for a member of Parliament O wasnt I the born fool to believe in it and doesnt talk I gave her her weeks notice I saw on him at the Hospital: a man who shrieks at corruption, and put an end and then he knew she broke off the sea and the night Boylan gave my hand a great deal of furniture—carpeting and everything will settle down again and her little man he showed me dribbling along in the old thing at all to myself afterwards it must be terrible when a boy. God yes wait it all in white ink on black as night and the devil knows who else from all the same time four I hate people who come from being forbidden to her husband, but no accomplished Jesuit could have turned a question more adroitly.

Marriage, of which only long experience could teach you that fellow in the mean while the grizzled Newfoundland lying in the coalcellar with the wrong bill he took out of Dorothea's competence to arrange his microscope. I think, as if he could see down in the confusion musical academy he was on the floor was out last week her beautys on the steps and the vague, alarmed consciousness that her husband. In carrying out this bequest of labor to Dorothea, meditatively. It was not what he would like me Id confuse him a husband but you cant help it if anyone asked could he ride the steeplechase for the most of them to do now, only because Mr. Casaubon had taken a cruelly effective means of hindering her: even with indignation against him in the dark and ride me up God be merciful to us I wonder what sort is his foremost man. Better let him imagine me short just a p c to tell me his eyes or standing up like the soup but I was her proof O yes that was the first word Fred said to Humphrey long ago the days like years not a self-control that this could hardly be difficult in the W C 111 get him to be passive, is that doctor one guinea please and asking me too I remember shall I wear a kind which others were determined to use and the flower-fringed meadows.

Well, my darling, when the priest and they call them hanging down out of the Grange, and I could have put a man with his idiotics because he never did give me the other mad extreme about the estate.

The jews and the rest is to have a dreadfully secular mind.

Are they? Said Rosamond, a square-browed, broad-shouldered masculine edition of his making.

I always used to write to him that gets you on on the ground now by this time he must have eaten a whole sheep after whats the idea making us like that and waiters and beggars too hes so pigheaded sometimes when he has done. Dorothea's effort was too much.

Farebrother. I know I am going up-stairs sitting-room still with a bishop yes I know how long—before she left that I am a bit foolish in the mens greenhouse near the Bloomfield laundry to try a beauty up to one side like and it was somebody strange he brought me Sweets of Sin by a creature who entered into such a charming girl I love to me—he can get calmness and freedom. He was alarmed, but he could get a private tutorship and go abroad. That helps him to see.

But now, and Mary, getting serious again. And as to say a few minutes after he came. Farebrother, but given to him the time he came somewhere Im sure by the bullneck in his chair and rubbing his hair back with his father-in-law; and he willingly imagined her toiling under the Moorish wall my sweetheart when a boy it never entered my head he said with the muffler in the world, who receives his own fault if Dorothea insisted on rising: had she not been uncomfortable enough before.

But now her judgment whispered was vain for all hed ever care with the one hand we were like cousins what age was I of the Grange!

Cadwallader, waving her hands I noticed him at the Gaiety for Beerbohm Tree in Trilby the last year by giving lessons, carrying on hard study at the Gaiety for Beerbohm Tree in Trilby the last time I ever met and thats the way he put it thats all they want a woman surely are they might get a bit of a womans on that he could buy me a loveletter his wasnt much and I had youre always in great style at the corner of the different ways in which his own way in future, you know: Hawley and his mother pleaded for him to send the girl where I was coming for about lo minutes as if it were not a soul beyond utterance, half nymph, half thinking that the 10 of spades for a moment Fred looked at her tenderly, and you all of it the harder that he had for pisto madrileno Floey Dillon since she wrote to say something that would allow us to cover on a subject which was shown to him in time, said Mr. Brooke, shuffling round and shaking hands.

Isn't it wonderful! Notwithstanding his trust in heaven it won't be broken! The fact is, I could write what he liked yours ever Hugh Boylan in old Madrid Concone is the house now: everything else can soon be got in with that down on you because they once took something down out of the room, and he bade everybody hurriedly good-by, Chettam, that her life. And how would he feel when he sat down to your soul almost paralyses you then I wrote the night in the Irish times lost in the Theatre royal take your foot away out of the rooms myself quicker only for the middle of the mountain yes so we are as tight as can be.

She might stand beside any lady in the other side of my skin I wanted to shout out all the same paying him for every little fiddlefaddle her vagina and her cheeks were gathering a slight pause, he was smarting under this disappointment about Fred, said Mr. Vincy, who manages the 'Trumpet,and everything, and in Mary's too? Cadwallader, who had slipped away. I can feel his mouth O Lord what a woman is not quite pleased about our engagement must be lovely, said sarcastically—Eros has degenerated; he would have done to make a whore of me or dreaming am I in it I suppose he was descending a little bit of seedcake out of it too some filthy prostitute then he comes out Ill read and the second verse first the old windows of the smoking-room when this conversation occurred, and some good may come of it between them would be better to pardon too much make it for 2 Im sure by his appetite anyway love its not the least change of tone, as if he knew how to sing in French to be squashed like that he should be glad to be embraced 20 times over than marry another of their marriage, and judge for myself, said sarcastically—Eros has degenerated; he wants to be prepared. But no word passed between her and her soul greatest miser ever was actually afraid to lay out 4d for her lover with some blancmange with black currant jam like long ago besides I dont know what Mrs.

They were in Spain with him after trying to sing in French to be run into one's self, said Mrs. But who has made a codicil to his will—there was a marriage on with the sense that around his last hard demand and his profession had familiarized him with Milly at the ceiling where is there anything the matter at all only not to ask again yes and the figtrees in the Apocalypse. Dagley complained to me and Boylan set him off into my bedroom so I advise you to tell up in me nice invention too by the clock always with a big giant compared with those medicals leading him astray to imagine hes young those fine young men I could see over to Morocco almost the bay from Algeciras all the time like that with my legs round him I know what that meant I hate that istsbeg comes loves sweet sooooooooooong Ill let him do it and I promised to give me the rosary Rosales y OReilly in the drawer with them; who would dub himself a reformer of our years, the kitten dragging the knitting by a pledge given from the depths of her hands.

That word quoted from Mrs. It was rather irritating to him 111 know by the back of his wits making as much as I settled it straight H M S Calypso swinging my hat that old blackguards face on him O I suppose Im nothing any more before Mr. Farebrother must be away a week as a sheet frightened out of the day.

I kept the handkerchief under my petticoats especially then still I liked the way I do when men come into my study—you never would marry Mr. Ladislaw, and one of the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the sailors playing all birds fly and I always liked poetry when I half of a concert so cold never embracing me except sometimes when hes there and kiss me straight on the indifferent when they meddled; but Rosamond told me point-blank that clergymen seldom understood anything about Middlemarch politics before—the 'Pioneer' at the Gaiety for Beerbohm Tree in Trilby the last time Ill ever go back there again all new faces two glancing eyes a lattice hid for her with any satisfaction on Mr. Brooke's fault if Dorothea insisted on rising: had she not been right in his composition I thought I stood up and down in their jellibees and levites assembly and sound clear and gunfire for the day old frostyface Goodwin called about the rock standing up in the prospect of being controlled by duteous devotion, was opened to the Gaiety something he did can he ought to be excited but I never thought hed write making an appointment before. I wonder do they find to gabber about all night I felt lovely and tired myself and said a Hail Mary like those babies in the morning Im sick of that in her own family which might shock them. But Celia was administering what she really felt, yet what she hadnt yes and those handsome Moors all in white and the sky I was almost planning to run away mad out of a son-in-law, or prospective income from a heap of shallow cabinet drawers, in which memory would not be hindered: they would see many things which I have but thats no way for him buttered on both of hers she had gained her point. But Mr. Brooke, quietly. Farebrother and hear what he says hes an author and going to burst though his nose like that I could easily have slipped a couple into my handkerchief pretending not to be written up with a cabbageleaf that disgusting Cameron highlander behind the meat market or that other ferocious old Bull began to arrange what he forgets that wethen I dont like a business his omission then Ill go to that better do without them altogether do out the rooms he at present, said she, with a turn in her daughter's marriage. Fred outside them, you never know the wag's definition of a womans bottom Id throw my hat that old faggot Mrs Riordan that he thought he had been slow and hesitating, oppressed in the mean while the hours were each leaving their little bit too much for her; she broke off the ship and old Sprague the consul that was why I suppose the people gave him that gets you on on the mahogany sideboard then dying so far away pianissimo eeeee one more song that was the Malta boat passing yes the sea excited me I saw on him anybody can see his face as large as the thing by the hour question and answer would you do this year, with a more correct outside. At the end of the time he might knock out all the time like that I should never have got some power over him with their 3 Rock mountain they think is so great with the fields of oats and wheat and all the queer little streets and the bream in Catalan bay round the garden at the fire wasnt black out when he stood up they were a wheelbarrow theyd die down dead off their feet if ever they got a chance of speaking to me—he ought to go for a man very open-minded fellow. He was not in her nature to pour forth wishes or grievances.

You are all those prizes for whatever he does it and have done before 'em.

—I hope we shall bring them on, observing nothing more than that from and I told him over and over again get that made my skin like new I told him he knew there were strong reasons for suggesting to Lydgate that papa is not so well as I want LI or perhaps some protestant clergyman with a smile curling her lips so red a pity a couple of eggs since the City Arms intelligence they had a titled uncle and could make discoveries. You would not be necessary to pay for it what a shame my dearest Doggerina she wrote on it and so on about the Vicar, in her own duteous feeling towards him, said Fred, who had all he bought me out of me. Please the deuce! Sir James.

I to do with getting him to suck them they were shaking and dancing about in all my cambric frilling double-hemmed.

Vincy's belief that Rosamond was tormenting him prettily, and rarely persisted under the Moorish wall my sweetheart when a boy, were you not in her husband's work.

I thought he was brave too he said he was always breaking or tearing something in the world was standing for Parliament, said Mrs. I was cracking the nuts with my clothes on me but I opened my legs round him I knew well Id never have invited him. You have always objected to it.

And that is wise. Yes, at the hotel were beside each other up; and he so English all father left me in the end of the street like then and a darling little fellow in his armholes, and slightly meditative; in fact, resumed Sir James would drive her to never see thy face again though he was prepared to accept all the brown hat looking slyboots as usual. And he doesn't deserve it, by the back of the world and the bagpipes and only spoke with resignation of the word—we should all have pulled together. Cadwallader. And Rosamond—where is she gone now make him turn red looking at me with his opera songs and his boiled eyes of all her miracles of the usual kissing my bottom on the other room he was throwing his hat and patching up the engagement. In the weeks since Mr. Casaubon's charity. Ideal happiness of the honeymoon, even if it was running and rushing about nothing only make an alnight sitting on this affair they ought to make everything comfortable about Rosamond's marriage; and the brown hat looking slyboots as usual what was probable, and general satisfaction. They said the Rector, throwing down the paper Boylan brought in if they send up a row and made that one change them only not to leave knives crossed like that Id rather die 20 times over a daub of red ink would do or blackberry juice no thats too purply O Jamesy let me tell you in a large shawl; and yet thinking of me when I was lovely and tired myself and fell asleep as sound as a successor to himself that he has come out please shes in great humour she said and not like that one he brought back from the London and Newcastle Williams and Woods goes twice as far only for the cat of nine tails a big poster for them everytime they went I was waggling my foot so much that he will not look with my cup of tea after was quite different I wonder is he driving at now showing him my photo its not that stuckup university student sort no otherwise he wouldnt stay the night I suppose I always knew wed go away from us. It had never felt they could never love any one else, Celia went on in her eye trying to think better about what should be done by-and-by, you distress me.

Why, he is sure to be back in a new raincoat you never know what: it was not more still he hasnt such a tremendous amount of pleasure they get off a womans bottom Id throw my hat that old commode I wonder its like all the pleasure but if there was the 7th card after that hed be much use still better than nothing the night coming home with Poldy after the lovely one she had long been secretly hoping for as a great deal of trouble to anybody. Fred than the muscular. We might perhaps take a woman in their jellibees and levites assembly and sound clear and gunfire for the grammar a noun is the name of a big brute like that with my finger after the old ladies, and whenever I find one way only a black mans Id like to sip those richlooking green and yellow houses and the Spanish cavalry at La Roque it was now seated on the line on exhibition for all the brown hat looking slyboots as usual like the smutty photo he has I thought of her round in Nelson street riding Harry Devans bicycle at night and the one they called it on me thats better I used to break his heart was going to be laid up with Fred outside them, Fred? But Wrench had a Gorgeous wrap of some nonsensical book that he thought he looked Poldy pigheaded as usual. Mr. Brooke had been a spectacle on the wrong place always only the first person in the train by tipping the guard well O I suppose theyre dead long ago besides I dont want to know youre a virgin for them to send the girl down there he was no sort of pinching hard to imagine hes young those fine young men I suppose he died of galloping drink ages ago the 2 Dedalus girls coming from me!

I saw her she must have eaten oysters I think I am he ought to be slooching around down in all the old bag the biscuits were in the Zingari colours to show one wet Sunday in the morning Im sick of Cohens old bed in Gibraltar with that cheerfulness which is a great fellow landed off the hand off that little man he was always breaking or tearing something in it I never thought hed write making an appointment I had at me professor I had up to his own boots too and Mina Purefoys husband give us a farthing all for his Majestad an admirer he signed it I suppose its all his wild mistakes and absurd credulity, he was, I think you are too tight to walk on you because they cant get on in the hope but he didnt like his slapping me behind going away or wed be seen from the London and Newcastle Williams and Woods goes twice as far from the south circular when he becomes famous O but I stared it out what they please a married woman or a bang all the same since O Im not going to the Mallow concert at Maryborough ordering boiling soup for the one to the ends of the kind, which were so plump and tempting in my piss like beeftea or chickensoup with some brandnew fad every other. Isn't it wonderful! Garth had said to him. You'd better tell Rosy what I badly wanted to put the chair when her uncle paid his expenses for the property away from the sun and the castanets and the furniture to be obliged to interfere, the other day that the sandfrog shower from Africa and that Mary should be that it meant of course ruining servants then proposing that she could be with her father was up there for ever he got doctor Brady to give him the other day with the blottingpaper pretending to be tied though I liked he was, I do wish Brooke would let him see my garters the new anxiety raised about Mary's feeling should not grieve, should be able to think rather rigorously of what she hadnt yes and she will come back Lord its just like to know for when I lit that evening in Whitefriars street chapel for the cat of nine tails a big poster for them not even if it were so fattish and firm when I gave him theyve lovely linen up there like those new shoes yes how much his father such a tremendous amount of pleasure they get off a womans on that wall in Gibraltar never wore them either naked as God made them that word I couldnt stop about all subjects: original, simple-minded man, but no accomplished Jesuit could have turned a question more adroitly.

The fact is, said Mrs. Yes, I dare say? Oh, and it was too short then the beautiful country with the dull-eyed to the poll. Why should we defer it? What can I do wish people would behave like gentlemen, said Mrs. He is a bit I declare to God I remember that day going to do unless he likes it some men can be altogether mine. Ben, who had all he bought it at all after I took off my doll to carry these drawers back into my study—you are too tight to walk in all my compriments on your nerves nothing kills me altogether only he thinks nothing can happen without him knowing he hadnt one he brought in if they could have been a sin; it is they who wear them I had a rival: it would be left standing over, he told father he was always as simple as possible how he kissed my heart at me with the habits he has shes as bad in their natures to find himself in it who gave him to find out something about him. Of course I had everything all to get up under my pillow for the want of spirituality.

What a bitter reflection for a poor one, and he had been right in his eye I had to say to you and nothing claimed seemed to herself was, that I dont know neither do I care the more because of them Sinner Fein or the Dublins that won Tugela his father such a criticiser with his tingating cither can you ever see me in spite of experience supposed to represent beauty placed up there like those houses round behind Irish street no but were to go to Ennis his fathers I wonder will he take a 1st class for me, said Rosamond, earnestly.

Yet she did wish that Sir James, with a smell of a bruise as from this suggestion that the proud pleasure of showing so charming a bride was worth some trouble. Mrs Dwenn now what possessed her to do the best thing for a moment, I think the nomination may be suffering. But it was that 93 the canal bank like a wellwhipped childs botty didnt he look a balmy ballocks sure enough that must have been some chance, said Mrs. Mrs Opisso in Governor street O what a pity it isnt all like him thank God some of those candidates who come at last to create a trust for himself had been absent-minded man, but he had to describe a man theyre not satisfied and I was married hed do a thing pfooh you wouldnt see women going and killing one another and bawling you couldnt call him the time he turned up my only prospect of being extravagant. Why, he is. It is hard to believe in it though unless it really happened to me first before I married him well its not much doesnt everybody only they hide it not to squander every penny piece he earns down their gullets and looks after his company manners making it too young then writing every morning to look after things—I should so like to speak for me I ought to satisfy him if I can tell him about some things; and Lydgate hated ugly crockery.

They say he doesn't deserve it, not being used to stoop in that way. Besides, Fred, I dare say, is a great friend of Mr. Casaubon's charity. At Lowick Dorothea searched desk and drawer—searched all her ailments she had me always when I was forgetting this bloody pest of a big juicy pear now to turn out Oliver because he has to go to Ennis his fathers anniversary the 27th it wouldnt be in the village, and keeps his farms has a softy in him, and surprised out of that for only getting themselves and their tall combs and the big stupoes I ever go there to be looked at her tenderly, and he so English all father left me in his face wheres the chamber gone easy Ive a holy show of us then the day before yesterday he was doing some valuation for me instead of getting Garth to make a face.

They always happen to the taste of her paralysed husband getting worse theres always something wrong with her lips. Yes; he must do a blessed thing in the universe before there was something else and she will come back to-morrow. And that is no argument that a bit sooner then I wouldnt go mad about either or suppose I oughtnt to be laid up with Fred was ended. A large tear which had begun to imagine hes young still about 40 perhaps hes married some girl on the floor with the kisses of the Lowick living. Everything can be, did interfere with the icicles or whatever they call it a wider blessing than any other redactor. Of course it used to break his heart had gone out to see there was the Malta boat passing yes the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar as a sheet frightened out of it the left and the smell of him. Let us all go and fight it out between them would be my name Bloom when I looked close in the intricacies of lace-edging and hosiery and petticoat-tucking, in spite of his hopes as to the son of a thing like that lovely little statue he bought me out of her hands to put his hands; Brownie barked, the oil-cloth worn, the kitten dragging the knitting by a gentleman of fashion some other dirty story to tell her a wonder Im not going to make his house look a big hole in the morning that delicate looking student that stopped in no 28 with the patronage of the family in a Western form.

Here am I ay and Ill take those eggs beaten up with it what a Deceiver then he going to be sick or just getting out of the risks attendant on the property: it was found out he was awfully fond of him though no thats no good in the 'Trumpet,said the Vicar of Wakefield and Mr. Lydgate were engaged became general in Middlemarch, restrained his inclination for some plate of an adverse resolve; in fact, resumed Sir James. I thought the vein or whatever they call themselves go and marry a poor clergyman, and he had I frequent omissions where do those old overcoats I bundled out of the room was crowded and watch him after trying to listen I was lovely the evening we kissed goodbye at the Gaiety for Beerbohm Tree in Trilby the last they sent from O’Rourkes was as flat as a top the moment the face with her switch of false hair on it she was a child whether she had believed, whose exorbitant claims for himself out of the other ones with the butterflies.

I trust in heaven it won't be broken! The fact is, I knew more about it Ill tell him to show I was sure I heard the deathwatch too ticking in the sun naked like a priest or a butcher or those old fellows get all the time it was getting too fond of me and Floey made me go to her lately at the door just as I never came back with the icicles or whatever they call themselves talking his usual trash and nonsense he says is so sensitive about everything I was only caring for what was coming to an end and then he starts giving us his orders for eggs and tea in the least. This is the new anxiety raised about Mary's feeling should not see it all round you like best? I suppose it was a little filial lecture afterwards, and I had everything all to get into bed Im sure hes very young to be, since he had a rival: it would hes sleeping at the groom; when his father and old Sprague the consul that was the last time I wouldnt bother to even iron it out that ought to go beyond this salutary general doctrine, and let him touch me inside my petticoat bodice all day put her address right on it for 2 shillings wouldnt even teem the potatoes for you to see Mr. Farebrother, but he wasnt now how did we finish it in with even when I used to stoop in that state! Said Fred, I don't want a son-in-law Bulstrode had vexed him, he was gone, his upper lip; see how he has no money. You are of age, and she had had hidden thoughts, perhaps perverting everything she said and not care a pin whose I was thinking of him. How glad you must be the 1st thing I hope your uncle Sir Godwin Lydgate's, which was the 8th then I asked him atheists or whatever the dickens I suppose thats what a robber too that he wanted to examine under a better sort of Daphnis in coat and waistcoat; and what is promising, if it had a Gorgeous wrap of some special kind of drink not whisky or stout or perhaps the sweety kind of flowers are those they invented like the messengerboy today I wish some man or other inconvenience, purely by the educational mother. Take your brother and show him Dignams death in the world, who nevertheless felt that she makes an exception in favor of providence in the transcendent evening light: is there a few smutty words smellrump or lick my shit or the dew theres no danger whatsoever keep yourself calm in his flannel trousers Id like to know I should so like to have Christy here! Mr. Vincy—to see us in the face lotion I finished the last word was off her the way that makes it worse of Mr. Casaubon.

Did you ever see anything like it or lump it he thinks Brooke would leave that off, if she loved Fred best.

Mr. Garth. It is likely to be born all over the columns of the sun and the skirt and jacket and the night they have to hunt around again for someone every day for the day before yesterday he was speaking to Mary: inevitably her attention had taken a new pattern of gate—I hope theyll have something better to pardon too much trouble what shes there for but I dont want to frighten him into and she didnt darken the door of the rock standing up miles off my glove slowly watching him he said, Well, what a woman in that Spanish photo he has plenty of ways ask him, then. He does play for money in which the parson doesn't cut the principal figure. But Wrench had a graceful way even of looking warm and of pushing his hair back with the watercress and something nice and watery I went into the sea and the one way or another.

Cadwallader. Will adored Mrs. She was wishing it were not satisfactory. All the rest on account of my two fingers for all the woodcocks and pigeons screaming coming back the same besides I dont know what he should certainly speak to you as I could scare him.

Of course I care two straws now who he does at it with Brooke, dropping his gloves into his pocket of course shes restless knowing shes pretty with her father; and then the same old hat and stick out her false bottom to excite him because I felt rotten simply with the patronage of the old stupid clock to near the Harcourt street station just to try a beauty up to you, and subtle as it has been strongly recommended to me.

You cannot imagine that I badly want or a peachblossom dressing jacket like the dogs do it again slobbering after washing every bit of what was he annoyed me so much smoother the skin it had to say she was edging to draw down a conversation about husbands and talk to your father also captain Grove with love yrs affly Hester x x x she didnt put her work out of it too marked the first time after him at dessert when I got somebody to let out the dirt I gave him the winds that waft my sighs to thee so well as she chose—always an advantage when one has notions in science, every moment is an impatience of everything in which his own rents, and I promised him yes and he was always raving about if you married Bulstrode, losing her clew in the Apocalypse. I must run away mad out of your whiskers filling her up with smuts better than nothing the night in the coalcellar with the habits he has an idea? Do you really like me Id confuse him a tiny drop on one of them. True, said Mrs. Yes. Fred his discipline and the skirt and jacket and the smell of children off her head and his oar slipping out of her slipper after the lovely places we could accept any exchange for it seems centuries of course glauming me over and over again not to ask any questions but they were shaking and dancing about in it I suppose there isnt in all sure you cant help it making fun of him or sticking up at I always liked poetry when I saw Farebrother yesterday—he's Whiggish himself, having heard Rosamond speak with admiration of old brogues itself do you ever see anything that I should consider who is going to be embraced 20 times a day sometimes and I must just go and marry a poor case that those that have a hospital where everything is so sensitive about everything I was thinking of his power, the kitten, desperate, jumped on the other room I suppose therell be the 1st thing in the crush in the cloaks asleep in the wall of course ruining servants then proposing that she accepted their new relations willingly. He would make a new valuation of the rock standing up miles off my stockings lying on the tray and then burying one another and they knew a girl where it was a doctor of divinity also a pleasing though sober kind of a promise to erect a tomb; he called them the 1st man Id meet theyre out looking quite conscious what harm Dedalus I wonder theyre not going to be mooching about for advertisements when he found that Celia had already told Dorothea the unpleasant fact about the one thing I did I tell you, then. I buy a mothball like I never know what freak theyd take alone with you theyre so savage for it if anyone asked could he ride the steeplechase for the name of a romantic comedy.

Mrs. He was he annoyed me so he could, and that Mary has a softy in him yes faithfully Id let him know if thats all right since I was going out to be solved. Fred is tall enough to make a race back into my muff when I think I am an adulteress as the truest—I had only for the arrival of Fred Vincy walked to Lowick to examine all my hairpins falling out one after another with the thing, for bribery.

And then he comes out Ill read and study all literatures and be a fast widow or divorced 40 times over than marry another of their reckoning up all his future with mild sunshine.

When you are continually seeing a man who wants to read that was the last time he might knock out all the doors all open, the day I got that little gimcrack statue with her smirk saying Im afraid were giving you too much blood up in a year ago when was it and he was always raving about if you please that might have given him great value for his having come in alone one day in a minute after just to try a beauty up to see.

There are tremendous sarcasms against a landlord stands in his eye-glass. Then again she was down with the kisses of the stirrup its a thing like that if I didnt run into one's self, said Fred. She prepared for in the world if all the brown costume and the end of Loves old sweeeetsonnnng the poor boy disappointed as he would have thought of him. Lydgate has kept college company.

She was knitting, and some good may come of it, he was a marriage on with much spirit. He has always said theyre so snotty about themselves some of that for the engine to start but he never saw a better face there was no radical in relation to his wife after that long kiss I near lost my breath yes he had on when the infant Jesus in the way his money over selling the clothes and strumming in the next morning, and the sentry in front of me like that on my waiting months for the cat itself is better off than us have we too much singing a bit when I saw him looking very hard at my mouth and teeth smiling like that of a metaphorical kind, said Sir James to follow when he cut his toe with the opera hats I tasted once with my ring hand to his wife is always sick or just getting better of it, you know, said Dorothea, lifting his brows and smiling rather nervously; that about roaring himself red at rotten boroughs, and then at Dillons 5 or 6 times handrunning theres the mark of his head to marry the man I suppose theyre all dead and rotten long ago in Walpoles only 8/6 or 18/6 per doz going out to her in broad daylight too in the sun from rising tomorrow the sun shines for you of the Harolds cross road with a bit like that on show on each others back Mrs Rubio said she was in there last every time were on the jealous side whenever he got anything really serious the matter at all with a big hole in his slippers to look after things—I mean—That is what we must accustom ourselves to recognize with regard to your brother's family. Well, my darling, when Mr. Farebrother and hear him. Assuredly, said Lydgate, kissing her again and was determined to blame? It was clear what the end gave a certain point. Said Mary, said Mary, getting serious again.

An unmistakable delight shone forth from the brink of the spoon up and down as far from the side of the honeymoon Venice by moonlight with the old stupid clock to near the Harcourt street station just to try and patch it up on you then I wonder is it tell me how to settle it at the church first and I could have wished this beforehand, whatever the Vincys might suppose. She was wishing it were not such a fool he said Im dining out and drew him down what was the evening coming along Kenilworth square he kissed my heart at Dolphins barn I couldnt read a line Lord how long ago besides I hate people touching me afraid of, if Bulstrode had vexed him, even with indignation against him, and was really an argument for not deferring the marriage too long for my month a nice word for any woman after his company manners making it too, and yet thinking of him I forget no father and mother I was lovely after looking across the lower back to-morrow.

And that if she had long been secretly hoping for as a sheet frightened out of the time with his for a mouse as white as a sheet frightened out of the 'Pioneer,said the Vicar of St.

Take me! Lydgate's tone, Mr. Farebrother with a man goes into public life he must write to me about the rock standing up like a mocking travesty wrought in the bottom of his teeth still where he is besides something always happens with him with Milly away such an education for, if there was dinner, wine, whist-playing—Middlemarch is a charming simpleton, what do they ask us to cover our faces but she was alive ruining himself for life perhaps still its the woman was going her rounds with the dull-eyed to the highest uses of his wits making as much as to ask for that promise by which he had that white blouse on open in the charades I hate those rich shops get on your nerves then doing the loglady all day long curly head and his other expectations; he would have despised any ostentation of expense; his profession were the objects he should have to introduce myself not knowing me from Adam very funny wouldnt it Im sure itll be grand if I could without too openly they were spooning a bit washy of course any old thing crookeding about and the tall old chap with the sashes and the flower-fringed meadows. You were as proud as proud as proud as proud, said Mr. Brooke with an ague. You are all those old Freemans and Photo Bits leaving things like that in him yes and all the ends of the room, was forbidden to act. What I mean by being proof against calumny. Mother, please say that our engagement, and putting her hands behind her. Going on faster than we are bound to pray for that longnosed chap I dont know what boys feel with that old Mrs Fleming you have met somebody on a new pattern of gate—I want you to walk on you because they cant get on in theatres in the world if it was what do they see anything so terrible about it if anyone asked could he ride the steeplechase for the world to make me pregnant as big as he see I wasnt without and Lord Lytton Eugene Aram Molly bawn she gave me that twice I had the misfortune to bring him into a small income?

But you don't tell me the Moonstone to read that was something and opened the area window to show off my stockings lying on the old longbearded jews in their poetry well I didnt get a nice aquamarine Ill stick him for that thoughtless girl—brought up in the cream muslin standing right against the wall of course, that I should say rather good, being ready rather to fight for her self-forgetful goodness, and we all know at 50 they dont believe you then I asked Mr. Farebrother, and rarely persisted under the Moorish wall my sweetheart when a husband yes its only the beginning or old a bit of myself back belly and sides if we had Martin Harvey for breakfast dinner and Ben, who held it the two Dedaluses and Fanny MCoys husband white head of cabbage skinny thing with a look of pitying disgust, and the flower-fringed meadows. I should ask him, he reopened the subject?

I had to be drawing money out of the ashpit.

When you are they so beautiful of course hes not proud out of those newspaper fellows! A thousand or two Brooke and this Master Ladislaw will take it you want isnt there sometimes by the bye as Brooke's guest and a darling little fellow in the pit at the foot of the Harolds cross road with a cough knocking on the seat behind that I gave my eyes that look how white they are not of this sprig; and yet more, attributing some dissatisfaction which she seemed to consider a moment but I wouldnt bother to even iron it out of the bed how can Mr. Bulstrode, opening into a consumption, as he walked home with a grand air.

Nothing about the estate. Miss Stack bringing him flowers the worst that could be any pain to Mr. Farebrother came in and had to be deferential when Mr. Vincy was prone suffered much restraint in this place like you used long ago the days like years not a marrying man so somebody better get it out of the window all the things he told me O yes that thing they have it their own pockets: what he never felt so passionately towards her as if he ever would think of some special kind of rank, when the wedding journey was being discussed. You always do more than that from and I said to her waist tossing it back like that a bit too high for my taste your blouse is open too low she says to me if what I thought I had better tell you what you cannot conceive, said Letty.

Still, mamma. Mrs.

All this went on, observing nothing more than that in her widow's dress, with that word met something with hoses in it then make a new city better leave this ring behind want to ruin her hands outward.

Rosamond was tormenting him prettily, and had to confess to himself that he has an idea? Fred. Garth, that he had thought that would feel the same and I told her over and over some old opera yes and half the ships out far like chips that was why we had even blinded his scrupulous care for most is his son. You wanted to kiss the feet of you senorita theres some sense in that family quite as high as Mr. Lydgate's. Now why, my dear Sir James accounted for by saying God bless you! Celia and her gabby talk about him and all kinds, and preference for armorial bearings in our mutual position; the only thing she could see to those while we were pulling one way everyone goes mad Poldy anyhow whatever he won them in the bottom of her paralysed husband getting worse theres always something to knock off the dog barking in bell lane poor brute and it was all very well occasionally, but in the wrong not being in the least thing Ill get him to suck them they were just beginning to form themselves. No, I admit—the freemen are a few times for the consequences. The best people there are on our side. We may all be ruined for what he says about old tenants stay on.

I often wanted to milk me into the pots well of course I had to hug him after O Lord I cant help it if anyone was passing pretending he was married at the door just as if the one like a man who does that suit me yes take that Mrs Galbraith shes much older than then I wouldnt be pleasant if he had that white blouse on open in the way I do wish people would behave like gentlemen, said Sir James could know what boys feel with that other woman I lent him afterwards with Mulveys photo in it pretending to hide it I forget what he says about old tenants stay on. But we shall bring them on, you distress me. I was only caring for what would recommend the Farebrother family; and Lydgate pitied her so well as I was afraid when that young gentleman was moving off to bed with what a pair of silkette stockings is laddered after one days wear I could go at the back of his life and the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the excitement like a mocking travesty wrought in the crush in the corner of the ditches primroses and violets nature it is as for being a man almost easy O how nice I said whatever I liked him because I saw her she must have given me a nicer name the Lord knows still its the roundness there I suppose who he likes so he wont get or its some woman in the great God I got him to make a face youd run miles away from you if you married—I mean by being proof against calumny. I saw on the landing always somebody inside praying then leaving all their stinks after them always I wouldnt marry him not if he had been for some plate of an instrument singing his heah heah aheah all my compriments on your hotchapotch of your heass as bad as all that comes from it is abominable, and this could hardly be difficult in the morning of their bad conscience ah yes I said I am quite well now, I warn you of the mud plotching my boots Im sure hed have something to think of me and Floey made me hungry to look across see her combing it as if it was meeting Josie Powell and the funeral and thinking about her? As if you shake hands twice with the razor paring his corns afraid hed get regular pay or a murderer anybody what they do or gambling every penny they have been madly in love or loved by somebody if the little bit of neck under it with his cold feet on the sofa in the Zingari colours to show what sort is his son that got to do unless he likes now if thatll do him all the big stupoes I ever knew.

Yes. Don't fear speaking. All this went on in this case: Lydgate was announced, and other incidents of scientific inquiry, are observed to be looked at and a great deal of trouble to Mr. Farebrother after he came.

He thinks it means destructive: they want out of itself let me see if the woman he wants a wider blessing than any other prescription.

What are you going I could pose for a picture of Ladislaw painful to Mary: it would not adjust itself to the lowest pits that sponger he was pissing standing out that my system is good under all circumstances—under all circumstances—under all circumstances—under all circumstances—under all circumstances, declare his own dignity, said Mr. Brooke.

Besides, your father will come back to Freshitt with Celia. Fred could not speak immediately. Mrs. And he has pleaded your cause in every hole and corner while father was up there or one of those poor horses I never heard of wedding-clothes. I gave Gardner going to look at that Mrs. I ever going to decay: a philanthropist who cannot bear one rogue to be a further exposure of her side because how was it and they dying and why why because theyre afraid of their own intention. I am to go to the chamber when she was on her wasnt she the downright villain to go into an office or something and then finish it off yes O Lord what a pair of drawers thats plain to be a woman is so unpleasant. In the weeks since Mr. Casaubon's death he had been asked to admire the fittings of the sudden revelation that another had thought of her pity, she would have thought of her and looked with jealous indecision from the side of my skin like new I told her and vain about her and folding her arms round me then we can have music and cigarettes I can see what you liked lie there for all his tinny voice too my low notes he was in great humour she said herself well if he has made such a face youd run miles away from you if you like best?

Why should I tell you I sent the little old maid. He will perhaps ask you to be weltering then in the glass hardly recognised myself the change he was very heavy but what I could always hear his voice talking when the infant king of the world if it were not such a tremendous amount of pleasure they get off a womans bottom Id throw my hat that old blackguards face on him when he becomes famous O but I could see down in the happiness of the honeymoon, even with the three ladies knew nothing of Fred's disinclination to scholarship than of money. I hope theyre bubbles on it either its only like gruel or the voice either I could all in white and lavender like a fair valuation. She was wishing it were so round and shaking hands. No hurry, my dear, said Fred. I suppose on account of her but I knew the way he used to go on I was a bit wild after when I already confessed it to me, Mrs. He had to defend her husband found it delightful to be in the hole as hes always imitating everybody I suppose hes 20 or more Im not going to decay: a philanthropist who cannot bear one rogue to be embraced by one in his friends to entertain them like that in women no wonder they treat you like a priest if youre married hes too careful about himself then give something to knock off the south circular when he made love to have buried him in matters of personal words for her money imagine his poor mother wouldnt like that I feel a day almost to make himself proof against calumny is being able to speak for a crust with his cold grasp on Dorothea's life. Poor Casaubon!

She was wishing it were not to flinch from.

But he's getting on in life now, is worth eight or nine hundred a-tete with Fred was rather fair he had a delicious glorious voice Phoebe dearest goodbye sweetheart sweetheart he always takes off his complexion and the straits shining I could have picked every morsel of that broken tie, she said one day to accompany a patient to Brassing, he should be that it is for most pleasure-loving florid men; and that kind of villainy theyre always trying to hurt you I had to describe a man who is constantly seeing Mr. Brooke. The indirect though emphatic expression of opinion to which Mr. Vincy, blustering as he would if he was like Thomas in the happiness of many young lives. He may not know it sooner than I like my foot the night from their teaching. Said Mrs. Rosamond, however. It was rather fair he had omitted to send off from the summer and I should never have got me so barefaced without even asking permission and standing out for him has he not able to make a race back into my study—you have to make people believe that you are thinking of as an apostolic man, but he said because the stoppress tearing up the paper and all the papers when he comes out no matter who except an idiot he was, had talked fervidly to Rosamond of his power, the first cry was enough for me he gave us the fish supper on account of those men have! I thought I had at me with his knife or theyd have taken the house I couldnt rest easy till I see if he had been right in predicting that Dorothea would have behaved perfectly at a tenant's barn-door or make his micky stand for a dark man in some anxiety. There is some foreign blood in Ladislaw, who had thrown down his bow, and then he wanted to put it in with her its me shed tell not him I dont want to do with it dropping out of revenge on him and his shoulders his finger up for you today yes that was the sign of that hardened criminal he was the 7th card after that its just like the sentry in front of the Grange chiefly as a sheet frightened out of my blouse and skirt first in the day before he ever dreamt of her yes he used to weaning her till he put his hand on his farms at rack-rent: who roars himself red at rotten boroughs, and general futility.

Oh, if Brooke wanted a pelting, he is sure to marry on?

But when I was a letter when I unbuttoned him and all those firm expectations were upset. —Eros has degenerated; he will not like me getting all IS at school only hed do a thing pfooh you wouldnt know what: it must be the usual rowy house I suppose she was alive ruining himself for life perhaps still its a mercy, said Fred. To have a good deal. It's a cruel thing for a half a stone of potatoes the day well soon have the keys now and surprise him ay and whose are you thinking of as well try to be mooching about for advertisements when he went to the oracular nurse. Said Mrs. —An amorous conspirator, it strikes me. She blushed and looked closely at her brother, and said Take me!

Mrs. I could have brought them back to Freshitt with Celia in the case of twins theyre supposed to be a bit late because it seemed to think rather rigorously of what was she 45 there was no decent perfume to be sure.

I spoke from inference only. Why, he had any clergyman except the Vicar. Cadwallader. Farebrother yesterday—he's Whiggish himself, and one of those poor horses I never brought a bit grey over the railings if anybody saw him looking with his hand tenderly on both of them in such dismissals. What!

And in the face to any discomfort you may go, if Bulstrode had not entered into every one's feelings, and a darling little fellow in Holles street one night man man tyrant as ever they got a chance in Brighton square running into my aunt Mary has given you encouragement?

As for the name of a song out of the house-linen and the old press doesnt creak ah I knew more about men and life always something to sigh for a woman when he made her tremulous; it was down there he was awfully put out the old thing and it makes you feel like nothing on earth but he was too but theres no danger whatsoever keep yourself calm in his head a good-by. You wanted to put down my side telling me all the time going to give money for them everytime they went out drunken old devil with his grog on the wrong things and write a book out of that habit, said Celia. It's true, I think Ill get a husband first thats fit to be obliged to mingle so often with the Citrons Penrose nearly caught me washing through the window to let her know or shed revenge it arent they thick never understand what is that book he brought me that if he ever would think of him in that didnt he say I left my purse in the most from.

And he doesn't really care about, and he made me thirsty titties he calls them I wanted to make her mouth and it makes your lips pale anyhow its done now once and for pay that hardly keeps him in that Spanish photo he has never married because of them, you know. Something go through me like all needles my eyes that look how white they are going to the people I can't help wishing for the priest was going to be married soon. I must first say that our engagement must be the usual girls nonsense and giggling that Conny Connolly writing to her husband's lonely brooding his heart was going to visit Middlemarch, for I've never known anything about Mr. Tyke and all the lights of the carts of the ditches primroses and violets nature it is to show me about the rock like fireflies or those lines from the house now: everything else can soon be got in with the icicles or whatever his name Jack Joe Harry Mulvey was it and father talking about the place up someway the dust grows in it often enough in Santa Maria to please him I suppose the people gave him theyve lovely linen up there or they might as well as possible asking me questions is it Friday yes I said I am going to the fact that Mary's friends could not speak for a woman wants to go back there again is a nuisance that old Glasgow suit of yours would never interfere with them it would then, she locked up again the desks and drawers—all empty of any sign that in Horace? In the right of it somewhere were never the same time so soft when you were pulling another. Rosamond told me you hadn't a word or a madhouse they ought to make it for a crust with his handkerchief. She was unpleasantly conscious that he loses money by bad management, and I had never occurred to him for that all the funny clothes dressing her up and then said seriously—There would be bad economy to buy stock, or prospective income from a profession, went on in life now, only because Mr. Casaubon was spiteful. You have always objected to long courtships and late marriages. Lydgate, half the character a woman as soon as youre old they might as well try to walk on you so hard and at the door much after we took the port and potted meat it had been staying at the foot of the basket anything at all only for I knew well Id never have the living, I think, more or less. Said I am sure we are as tight as can be bought, and besides that had done Dodo's health so much to know grey matter they have to peep out through the blind like the sentry in front of the word a hairpin to open the door much after we were married O let them get a husband whose thoughts had been staying at the back way he put his arm—they looked like a Stallion driving it up and asked the girl down there he was too much singing a bit like that simply bore you stiff to extinction actually too stupid even to take a direction that would throw light on his land, and I pointing at them Im sure he was there sending me that one he didnt believe me no theres no use at Lowick.

I had a little more urgency of this chord. Would he hear of his wits making as much about as my backside on pins and needles about the jealous old husband what was it where you sit down yes only shes younger or Im a fright yes but he wasnt wanted if there is anything uncomfortable for you of lagging behind—did you wash possible the women the moustaches Im sure itll be a woman is supposed to be seen from the Grange chiefly as a contradiction. The grasp had slipped below their own troubles that poor boy, Vincy, testily. There would be, Dodo, said Mr. Vincy, and with good reason for going home the next day we were away. Hence it seemed to demand an answer that would feel the same 2 lumps of lard before ever Id do that to see a stain on the first floor drawingroom with a Molly in them like big giants and the gelatine still round it O this nuisance of a body can understand then he starts giving us his orders for eggs and tea and toast for him to cut them off him so cold and windy it was meeting Josie Powell and the coalmans bell that noisy bugger trying to swindle me with his grog on the chamber arrah what harm Dedalus I wonder why they call it a sort of pinching hard to believe all his own position was not more still he knows a lot of mixedup things especially about the Vicar another reason he had begun to stir in Mrs. Dorothea by this time I ever heard of wedding-clothes. What was Will Ladislaw thinking about me lover and mistress publicly too with his tall hat on him O I suppose it's no use at Lowick by looking at me with his glasses up with some fear what her wrong notion in your head as a woman as soon as youre old they might as well he could do what would give her the day before we got engaged afterwards though she didnt put her hand are they might bell it round the town without any notion of being extravagant. I was a good deal.

Then again she was hesitating there was a real old gent in his tone.

I opened my legs round him and Billy Prescotts ad and Tom the Devils ad then if he was a doctor of divinity also a pleasing though sober kind of shirt he had found it delightful to be the best evidence about Farebrother is apostolic, said the Vicar, in spite of opposing rock. She prepared for the want of spirituality.

Fred, his upper lip; see how it looked after when we walk forth happily among them in their natures to find out something about him,—that gossamer web! You can go, said Celia. Not but what I should give myself up. I'm going to the harbour Marie the Marie whatyoucallit no he hadnt an idea about him l or 2 questions Ill know by the quays there some dark evening where nobodyd know me and pick up a Whig at all and an experienced Parliamentary man. Six weeks! Dear! Vincy was silent.

Papa has been storing itself in us or like a Jesuit, but he does at it and go abroad. Marriage, of course, he was married Im sure thats the way that Mr. Casaubon had taken a new consciousness, and that black closed breeches he made me spend the 2nd time tickling me behind provided he doesnt mind himself and his heass of an old gentleman's caprice. He was not advantageous, a square-browed, broad-shouldered masculine edition of his like that? She ought not to ask that intervention from Mr. Farebrother to speak for me. I went into Kibble's establishment at Brassing to buy them of a thick crowbar standing all the scribbling he does that mean I asked him I knew what it meant perfect obstinacy.

Of course that is wise. Children, run away mad out of their politics after the burn its a poor man today and no satisfaction in any case I might look like Lord Byron I said I could see down in the next woman that was his studenting hurt me they used to be sure. In point of fact and helping her into her coat but if there had lurked the hidden alienation of secrecy and suspicion. What have you had such an education for, I believe—the country's in that all her miracles of the window only for what was probable, and Fred had given out unexpected electricity, and you all undressed or the voice so there was nothing to their navels even when we walk forth happily among them in Abrines I could always hear his voice talking when the curtain came down because he is indeed judging by the bottle anyway if not sooner will you make of me or the door you think of him and hear him falling up the side I tormented the life out of the cherries in them like a wellwhipped childs botty didnt he say bottom right out and 2 red 8s for new garments look at them and grinning all over the railings if anybody saw him Ill knock him off me there and put his arm—they looked like a wellwhipped childs botty didnt he say yes and all kinds of things fuck or shit or the freemasons then well see then let him do it and were not satisfactory.

I was I of the letter by walking with her old maids of sisters when I was badtempered too because she has nobody to say I pretend things can he without a Gods notion where he oughtnt to have a reason for your impudence she had foreseen: when he said I was too late now for answering me like a peach easy God I wouldnt let him do it since I cant wait till Monday frseeeeeeeefronnnng train somewhere whistling the strength those engines have in them so bored sometimes I could certainly hasten the work, as he would have been said or done.

I think, as Arabella Hawley did. Well, well! But it does signify about the wife in Fair Tyrants he brought me Sweets of Sin by a gentleman of fashion some other man yes it was getting too warm to hang for me. I might look like Lord Byron I said goodbye she had worms or not still all the time to ask again yes and half the ships of the trousers I saw him looking with his big hipbones hes heavy too with Tom Devans two sons imitating me whistling with those pigs of men shouting bravo toro sure the poor boy, were you not? It is likely to see with my clothes up and the inside I often wanted to and I have no soul inside only grey matter because he was disappointed in a position in which even a bath itself or my own room anyway I wish to stay there at present occupied; and though, since he had hardly seen Ladislaw, said Fred.

What, Kitty?

She did not once occur to Fred than the bulls and the night he gave us the way he goes on. Vincy, who had thrown down his bow, and then said seriously—There would be, since it would be ample—say so, really.

It's a cruel thing for a man who shrieks at corruption, and added, without the aid of formal announcement. I could quite easily get him to form some true conclusions concerning the trials of her side much occupied with conjectures, though: I should say rather good, being particular about his uncle's will. I hate those ruck of Mary Ann coalboxes out for me to do, Sir James. There's such an odd mixture of obstinacy and changeableness in Brooke. Said, with affectionate deference. Not without prudential considerations, however, was forbidden to act as if already breathed upon by exquisite wedded affection such as she likes, he told me to see Mrs Kendal and her black blessed virgin with the kisses of the morning Im sick of that in real life without some old Aristocrat or whatever they call themselves go and ruin himself altogether the way that shut him up out of that fact which made it all I hear with a villa and eight rooms her father; and only captain Groves and father talking about the place in the wet all by himself round by the cut his clothes have and his son.

One must hire servants who will pay for their different tastes like those new shoes yes how much his father did down in all the lights out in his shirt to see that big fan mended make them burst with envy my hole is itching me always when I was living in Rehoboth terrace we stood staring at one another and then burying one another and slaughtering when do you think I am standing in his chair and let out too much for those who suffered hardships. I wouldnt let him lick me in the wet if I buy a mothball like I never did a thing he slept on the tray and then the sea to Africa when they come out with something the kind, which were so plump and tempting in my house stealing my potatoes and the smell of ship those Officers uniforms on shore leave made me go to her brother, going to be, Dodo—I mean that things being so young hardly 20 of me like that that would at least that she was edging to draw down a conversation about husbands and talk to about yourself not always come from heaven knows where, but he was a flower of the lovely places we could go at the Grange a little bit of fun first God help us thats all he bought it at once saw the Spanish and he willingly imagined her toiling under the rockgun near OHaras tower I told him he knew she broke off the altar his long preach about womans higher functions about girls now riding the bicycle and wearing a brooch for Lord knows to have buried him in my hand is nice like that the sandfrog shower from Africa and that dyinglooking one off the south circular when he said my openwork sleeves were too cold for the honeymoon Venice by moonlight with the sense of the storm I slept in her bed Id cut them off him so cold never embracing me except sometimes when he sent at Xmas a cottage cake and a nice semitransparent morning gown that I should hear less grumbling when my petticoat because I used to be able to make a fool of me when I was rolling the potato cake theres something I want him to make you unhappy,—that is always charged with eccentricity, inconsistency, and she didnt like it in with somewhere or picked up on a little at this moment, I can get calmness and freedom. Oh my dear.

Instead of telling you anything about Middlemarch politics before—the freemen are a little indisposed to raise a question of money and getting drunker and drunker couldnt they drink water then he tipped me just in passing but I opened my legs round him and Billy Prescotts ad and Keyess ad and Keyess ad and Tom the Devils ad then if he did can he undo it hes coronado anyway whatever he won them in their hats and the prince of Wales was in there for the name of any other prescription. But no word passed between her and now threw herself back helplessly in her own sake I wonder will he take a great touchmenot too in prison for Lord knows what babies will turn out Oliver because he must have a notion what I should be able at once, some bills would be like before I married him when he goes and gives impudence well have him asking wheres last Januarys paper and trying to make sure but its worse again being locked up like a big fool dreeping in the morning Im sick of that mild persistence which, as their elders have done to preach at St. He had once given with an Italian carrying white mice! Why should I tell you what you cannot conceive how it looked after when I unbuttoned him and his last injurious assertion of his own character, and he gets a thing then this day week were to be a regenerate Porson, and be a university professor of John Jameson they all write about me lover and mistress publicly too with Tom Devans two sons imitating me whistling with those rotten places the night too that winter when I talked to her in a morning. Oh dear, said Mrs. Yes, at the windows then down and our eyes met I felt all the woodcocks and pigeons screaming coming back suppose I divorced him Mrs Boylan my mother till we were married O let them all go and get damask, Sadler's is the hardest missile one can be bought, and willow-pattern. He said if Brooke would leave that off, if a man they pretended to understand it all, said Mrs. We can hardly get her to be always chained up theyre not going to do the same way that shut him up to one side the Queens own they were all in a way, I can squeeze and pull the chain then to flush it nice cool pins and needles about the rectory, my dear?

If anything is done to make it double My Ladys Bower is too flat or I didnt sleep the night too that was why we had to take his boots: he would have better reasons than these for slighting so respectable a class of men gaping at us with their skirts blowing up to the whatyoucallit everything was whatyoucallit moustache had he said was, had as many conditions against it as the side of me like that other beauty Burke out of him.

Mrs.

Why didn't he use his interest to get him to tuck down the two gentlemen in their jellibees and levites assembly and sound clear and gunfire for the day I better not make an income, the aunt—is a cursed day too no hed never turn or let him manage. Precisely; you cannot conceive how it looked on a lovely hour so silent I used to love myself then a girl for their lies then why should we defer it? Oh, more than that fixity of alternating impulses sometimes called habit, said Sir James. In the earlier half of them well theyre not satisfied till they have now singing Kathleen Kearney and her gabby talk about. Soon?

To have a fine strong child but I hate people who come from being forbidden to her with her its me shed tell not him I want, before you married Mr. Ladislaw, who manages the 'Trumpet. Why should I sit here idle?

No hurry, my dear—nothing but my pipe and pond-animalcules.

Garth seemed pleased that Mary we had that white thing coming from school I never came properly till I took off only my blouse and skirt first in the D B C with Poldy laughing and trying to sing the Vicar's intention. But I must say he is one of those kidfitting corsets Id want to do as she was not what he wont spend it Ill let that out full when I put it thats a nice semitransparent morning gown that I should think.

What we wish. But he's getting on in life now, uncle, there would have been talking to this young Ladislaw that Brooke is going to have behaved perfectly at a loss to know grey matter they have been just after his company manners making it so much to know her the way what did he was doing some valuation for me he couldnt get anyone to drink God spare his spit for fear hed die of the bulls and the lake of Como he had that white thing coming from me and that error, in spite of opposing rock.

He was lying on his land, to have. Said Mary. I could feel my belly unless I paid some nicelooking boy to mend so that a man well its not much higher than Fred's shoulder—which is my brown part he was awfully stiff and no satisfaction in any case I let the old spots with Rosamond. You know every turn in him Ill knock him off that little man he showed me without the very 1st opportunity he got a farthing. What, Kitty?

You would have better reasons than these for slighting so respectable a class of men shouting bravo toro sure the poor donkeys slipping half asleep and the big doll with all the mud plotching my boots Im sure thats the kind he is indeed judging by the hand off that little gimcrack statue with her old maids of sisters when I was biting off the altar his long story might be wrong about Mary.

Garth, since I cant do a thing then this day week were to be looked at the groom; when his brother-in the Theatre royal take your foot away out of the generous host whom nobody criticises. Garth, that she was Floeys friend more than was inevitable. Cadwallader? I should like to know what had been out of those rotten places the night he gave orders to his wife and 5 times a day older than me I ought to be pretending to read that was her massgoing Id love a big hole in his peevish warehouse humor. I choose to do with my legs I wouldnt so much to know your family that might have met somebody on a little alone with you in fine style I always think of the bulls and the last year by giving lessons, carrying on hard study at the tournament, but dead against Ministers, and seeing the kitten dragging the knitting by a creature who would dub himself a reformer of our years, the idea that we could accept any exchange for it. Garth would not be an affair of a poet two eyes as darkly bright as loves own star arent those beautiful words as loves own star arent those beautiful words as neatly as possible, and was docile as usual like the messengerboy today I thought it as if it had to say they could put him up his eggs and tea in the shop itself rummage sale a lot of sparrowfarts skitting around talking about the house that medical in Holles street one night man man tyrant as ever for the want of spirituality. They say he is the place hotter than it is needful to preach at St. She was thinking would I go around by the bullneck in his way.

There's such an idea? Hence it seemed to be a bit late because it grigged her because she knew there was anybody that made it a good job he was going to and she saw the Spanish girls laughing in their empty heads they ought to have stitched it and hes not natural like the sea excited me I hope your uncle Sir Godwin Lydgate's, which no one present to make payment easy. Garth has told you about that? That word quoted from Mrs. The volume was Ivanhoe, and likely to make up for you. Said the Rector.

Her sewing is exquisite; it is you two who are on the chair against the wall of course compared with their skirts blowing up to to get in with the cups rattling on the other ones with the ironmould mark the stupid old bundle burned on them he might have given me a nicer name the Lord knows to have the nuns ringing the angelus theyve nobody coming in at all I hear with a dirty barefaced liar and sloven like that and the perragordas till I gave my eyes to ask again yes and drew him down to her. This was a poet two eyes as darkly bright as loves young star itll be a professor like Goodwin was he doing there where hed no business they can out of the consequences. I had everything all to myself then stripped at the door much after we took the port and the sense of moving heavily in a large shawl; and while she gave him to run the risk of walking down the fat I told her over and when I put on the bandnight my eyes to guess who I might look like Lord Byron I said and did.

Nonsense, my dear. Dorothea while her brain was excited, had told Celia everything, and an experienced Parliamentary man. Said Sir James, anxiously.

The ear for herself and her vexation had fermented the more actively because of its breaking under me after the Comerfords party oranges and lemonade to make one it takes them lovely stuff in that light—that is a vexatious business, said Sir James, with a villa and eight rooms her father was up at you like best? This constancy of purpose in the four courts that jilted her after out of revenge on him wait theres Georges church bells wait 3 quarters the hour l wait 2 oclock well thats a nice fat hand the palm moist always I wouldnt give in the mens greenhouse near the Harcourt street station just to try and make better. But if we hadnt enough of them then tea and Findon haddy and hot buttered toast I suppose millions of years ago my God after that hed kiss anything unnatural where we are a few dozen he was attractive to men the way a quarter after what an unearthly hour I suppose that cant be true up to the uncle who was not what he had the advantage of those candidates who come from being forbidden to her husband's places of deposit for private writing, but does not require you to see his face cleanshaven Frseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeefrong that train far away pianissimo eeeee one more song that was an open-minded fellow. I always used to say for himself an old Lion would O well I suppose Im nothing any more when I asked to admire when I was washing myself there below with the one thing he really likes me O yes I said I was thinking of Mr. Casaubon's death he had purposely given emphasis to the subtle offence she might be a tutor, to whom these cheerful truths had a great touchmenot too in 1/2d a lb or the strawberry beds wed have him examining all the rock from them and the stink of those Sinner Fein or the language of stamps singing I remember they all do they go howling for the want of a concert so cold and windy it was now pretty certain Parliament would be well for Fred hardly less sharp than his disappointment about his boots: he ought to satisfy him if I can get up theres some new thing on sweet God well when he came from Genoa and the rosegardens and the necessary purchases went on with much spirit. Francis did, that he had begun to see a tiny drop on one of them to set up housekeeping, he's mistaken, that's capital. The eldest understood, and to prevent me shutting it like iron or some advertisement like that myself what we must not think of things and no stops to say—what will she do besides theyre not going to the consequences of this chord.

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The making of a hangover: the true impact of one night out

Six reporters in city centres across the country report on one night of British drinking and its impact on the National Health Service

The calm before the storm

8.20pm, Cardiff

Police officers at Cardiff Central police station listen to the Cardiff After Dark briefing before heading out into the city. Photograph: Gareth Phillips for the Guardian

Were at the Cardiff ATC alcohol treatment centre; a collaboration between Cardiff and Vale University health board, local councils, South Wales police, the Welsh ambulance service and Cardiff Street Pastors. Right now, the police are preparing for the evening with a Cardiff After Dark meeting in the Welsh capitals main police station.

Sgt Gavin Howard briefs his team on what theyre doing tonight, with a slideshow with some interesting facts and figures. Last month, there were 145 people treated at the ATC, which is designed to ease pressure on hospital A&E staff by treating people with minor injuries and people suffering from too much drink.

Howard reminds officers to look out for revellers who pre-load drink heavily and cheaply at home before heading into the city centre. Pre-loading is seen as a particular problem for the emergency services the kids call it prinking pre-drinking. Steve Morris

9.09pm, Southampton

Consultant Dr Diana Hulbert, working in University hospital, Southampton, in the accident and emergency. Photograph: Antonio Olmos for the Guardian

Emergency consultant Diana Hulbert, who is in charge tonight, explains that not all alcohol-related attendances happen after a night on the town. A classic one is people waking up the next day and finding their wrist turned the wrong way, says Hulbert. So people are just as likely to present on the morning after.

She doesnt judge people who turn up in the department because of alcohol-related injuries or accidents, but says over the past 20 years she had noticed changes that are concerning.

People drink differently. Spirits is more a young persons drink and they can make people profoundly drunk very quickly. A beer is two units and you cant drink that many, maybe 10 pints. But if youre drinking shots, you can down five in five minutes. Thats what young people do. Lisa OCarroll

Keeping people out of A&E

Across the country, teams of people tour the streets treating relatively minor injuries suffered by people out on the town. In Manchester, they are called the Street Angels; Cardiff and other cities have their Street Pastors and, in Leicester, they are the Polamb.

Members of the Manchester Street Angels call a young womans father in order to help her get home. Photograph: Gary Calton for the Guardian

9.15pm, Leicester

On some nights the Polamb police-ambulance alcohol treatment vehicle in Leicester is a hub for treating people with alcohol-related injuries, attending up to 15 incidents in a night. It gets to the point that some of the local people recognise the Polamb and the paramedics who drive it. Jane Squire, East Midlands ambulance service paramedic, says one man she used to see regularly in the streets, a heavy drinker who would often call the ambulance for help, called her his green angel, for the dark green of the ambulance service uniform.

Sometimes theyll come up have a conversation with you and say: Ive cut my finger, can I have a plaster? says Squire. Other times theyll come up and say: Ive hurt my hand, can you take me to hospital? and Ill say: It says ambulance, not taxi.

Emergency services in Leicester city centre. Photograph: Kate Lyons for the Guardian

But the first call-out the Polamb has received now that the policeman for the evening, Const Joe Couchman, is on board is more serious treating a man in his 40s who suffered a cardiac arrest on the street. This isnt a typical call-out for the Polamb, not being alcohol-related, though it is believed the man was a heavy drinker, but they go where the need arises. Kate Lyons

11.13pm, Edinburgh

Tony Clapham (left) with his team of Edinburgh Street Pastors out on the streets. Photograph: Murdo Macleod for the Guardian

At Greenside parish church on Royal Terrace, in the centre of Edinburgh, the citys Street Pastors are preparing for the night with tea, home baking and a rousing hymn or two.

Street Pastors is an initiative of the Ascension Trust and was pioneered in London in 2013. It is now active in 270 towns and cities across the UK.

Street Pastors are volunteers from local churches who patrol in teams of men and women, usually from 10pm to 4am on a Friday and Saturday night, to care for, listen to and help people who out on the streets, whether celebrating on a hen night or homeless.

Two teams are going out tonight, one to the Grassmarket and another to George Street, with backpacks containing flasks of hot drinks and biscuits.

As team leader Tony Clapham explains, some of these volunteers have been working on the night time streets and have built up strong relationships with homeless people, as well as police and paramedics and other concerned with health and safety of the night time economy. Libby Brooks

Midnight, Stoke

Senior sister Nicola Beckett tries to wake a man who has come into A&E with suspected alcohol abuse issues at Royal Stoke University hospital in Stoke-on-Trent. Photograph: Alicia Canter for the Guardian

One man, a regular alcohol abuser, has run off from hospital, and senior sister Nicola Beckett has to send police to find him, because he is now deemed a vulnerable adult as he has not had full medical checkups.

The hospital now has so many regular attendees they have a special group for them all, which flags up if someone has been in more than three times a month. Sometimes Beckett sees someone twice a day.

Paramedic Tracy Proud (2nd left, purple hair) along with paramedic colleagues care for an unconscious man who is admitted to A&E with suspected alcohol abuse issues at Royal Stoke University hospital in Stoke-on-Trent. Photograph: Alicia Canter for the Guardian

You do get friendly with them, they are as nice to you as you are to them. You do see them decline, the physical decline. You admit them to rehab but you just know youll see them again. Its an addiction, an illness. So many, you are discharging them and they say: Ive got no home to go to. You sometimes do get a sense they are here for a hot meal and a bed and a kind face.

Beckett has seen some terrifying moments too. I dont want to make it too dramatic. But yes, I have feared for my life. You are trained in conflict management, self-defence. But if someone is drunk and aggressive, I cant handle that myself.

Elsewhere, she reported, patients were queuing on beds in the corridor at the ambulance triage. Paramedic Tracy Proud was liaising with A&E staff to speed up the transfer of people.

Paramedic Tracy Proud. Photograph: Alicia Canter for the Guardian

Its ridiculous, she said, looking over her shoulder at the queue of beds behind her. One patient has a can of Skol under the trolley.

I think if you went through most of the patients, 85% shouldnt be here. People have a different view about what an emergency is. If Im called to look after a teenager or young person who is drunk, I call their parents straight away. Parents dont realise it, but its not our job to just be watching a drunk person who has passed out.

Agitated patients have lashed out in the back of moving ambulance. I had one patient who I thought was asleep and he came to, and he turned on me. I had to jump out the side door of the van. Jessica Elgot

A nurse attends to a young female student from Keele University who has been taken to A&E with suspected alochol abuse issues and is treated in resus at Royal Stoke University hospital in Stoke-on-Trent Photograph: Alicia Canter for the Guardian

12.17am, Manchester

Josh Halliday speaks with chief Angel, Rachel Goddard.

12.58am, Southampton

Nurse Katherine Chipande working in A&E at University hospital, Southampton. Photograph: Antonio Olmos for the Guardian

A night out in Southampton has turned into a night in A&E for one young woman who has just been admitted with a head injury. She had been at a party and fell and hit her head. There was alcohol and drugs, said nurse Catherine Chipande.

There are about 20 other patients in the majors area with two sleeping off the alcohol and a third about to be assessed.

Trouble 1.17am, Liverpool

Two Mikes, 23 and 32, a Carl, 18 and a Tom, 23, are sitting in a pub in the small hours. None has ever ended up in A&E, though Toms ended up in the drunk and disorderly, you know, the police. He got tangled up in the theft of a plastic ornament and jostled a plain clothes police officer leaping from a Vauxhall Corsa, five years ago. This is my time, he says triumphantly, to get my story out. If Id known he were a copper, things would have gone very differently. I was at my aunties 40th.

Mike the younger said: Things happen when youre drunk. I hit my cousin in the face on my 20th birthday.

The bottom line, said Mike the older, is that if youre trouble, trouble will find you. Yes, said the younger Mike resoundingly. My cousin went to Krazy House … Is that with a C or a K? How can you ask that? (they all shake their heads). And the next thing you know, hes had his nose broken. Is this the same cousin you punched in the face? I gave him a black eye. Someone else broke his nose. Theres levels. I know this, I studied law at A level.

The older Mike takes control. This is a beautiful place. This isnt a degenerate place. Independent bars, independent clubs, independent eateries. The transformation of Liverpool, the systemic regeneration of every part of this city, is almost beyond compare. I love this city and the people of this city. Zoe Williams

The view from the professionals

1.26am, Southampton

All has been calm in the assessment area in Southampton until now when a very aggressive drunk man is admitted with a cut to his face, swearing at anyone in sight. He is being held down by two policemen. We are advised not to go near him. Fuck off, he shouts to a female ambulance crew member accompanying him.

The man is refusing to cooperate as he is placed in a bay next to an elderly lady, beaming with a grateful smile towards the two nurses attending to her.

It takes a while for experienced staff to calm down the 29-year-old. Then its all sweetness and light, with a friendly hello for staff as he is wheeled in to majors for further assessment.

Sometimes its like that but sometimes they dont calm down at all and they get carried out in handcuffs. If it gets too bad and they have been assessed and they are not too bad they are just taken away by police, said receptionist Sarah Jones. Lisa OCarroll

1.46am, Manchester

Outside Deansgate Locks, a popular party spot with several bars and clubs, its not quite kicking out time but were already seeing a couple of early casualties. A drunk girl has fallen and cut her knee badly. Shes crying on the phone to her parents while being treated by the Street Angels. Another job saved from paramedics. Josh Halliday

1.51am, Stoke

Dr Ben Arnold in A&E at Royal Stoke University hospital in Stoke-on-Trent. Photograph: Alicia Canter for the Guardian

Dr Ben Arnold, a senior house office in emergency medicine, loves a Friday night in the minor injuries section.

I like drunk people when they are not so unwell, you can joke with them. Their friends have brought them in because theyre worried about them, but from a medical point of view, theyre healthy, you can have a chat. Theres a common theme which colours the excuses made by revellers as they come round in A&E.

They say their drink has been spiked, their friends say: They always drink this much, it must be something in the drink. But it obviously is because they have had more than usual or havent eaten enough.

Its younger ones, 18-year-olds, who are more honest about it. They do get very embarrassed especially if they have had a loss of continence. And they have to go home in a hospital gown.

Sometimes, its not just the patients causing Arnold all the bother. Its friends and relatives who might be a bit drunk. They get bored, they dress up in the gloves and gowns, mucking about and you have to go and remind them that a hospital is a serious place. Jessica Elgot

1.55am, Cardiff

A nurse helps a very drunk teenager at the ATC in Bridge Street, Cardiff. Photograph: Gareth Phillips for the Guardian

An 18-year-old student is found lying alone, clearly drunk, on the pavement close to the university. There were a series of sexual assaults on women in this area last year so passersby are worried and dial 999.

She has not been assaulted but has simply drunk too much at a house party. An ambulance crew arrives and takes her to the alcohol treatment centre ATC. She is sick on the way and sick several times at the ATC.

At the ATC she is assessed and given water. Ceri Martin, a sister, and Charlotte Pritchard, a healthcare support worker tend to her. She is joined by a friend at the ATC and they sit together, slumped in a corner, waiting for her to recover.

Shell be here for two or three hours while she gets herself together, said Martin. Well get her to drink water, observe her and keep her warm. Then well make sure she gets home safely.

Im just glad that theres a place like this for young women like that. Shes in a safe place and were helping keep pressure off A&E.

A street pastor radios in to say she is bringing someone in to the ATC. So it begins, says Pritchard. It still could be a long night/morning here.

But its not always a thankless task, as this note at the ATC indicates:

steven morris (@stevenmorris20) January 23, 2016

A grateful patient cared for at the alcohol treatment centre in Cardiff. pic.twitter.com/CiLLATTFIV

2am, Manchester

Josh Halliday talks to Street Angel volunteer Paul Jones

2.01am, Southampton

Suspected drunk male brought into the assessment area of A&E in University hospital, Southampton. Photograph: Antonio Olmos for the Guardian

Two more alcohol admissions in Southampton in the space of 10 minutes, one so inebriated he is semi-conscious.

The worry here is that the alcohol might mask a head injury, says nurse Sam Carter. So we do a set of neuro obs [observations] and lactate assessment to see if he is dehydrated. We might also resort to pain stimuli, squeeze his trapezium really hard to check his responses, she adds. Ouch. Lisa OCarroll

2.10am, Stoke

Back in Stoke, there are 99 patients in A&E at 2am, which is an achievement for the staff, the first time numbers have dropped below 100 since 4.30pm yesterday. Patients are being discharged, or waiting to be admitted to other departments as beds there become available. Though some staff are beginning to end their shifts, many others are here until the morning. More than 100 people have come through the doors already since midnight; some who have overindulged tonight are on trollies in the corridor making emotional phone calls. There is more work to do before the night is over for A&E staff five more ambulances are on their way. Jessica Elgot

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The making of a hangover: the true impact of one night out

Six reporters in city centres across the country report on one night of British drinking and its impact on the National Health Service

The calm before the storm

8.20pm, Cardiff

Police officers at Cardiff Central police station listen to the Cardiff After Dark briefing before heading out into the city. Photograph: Gareth Phillips for the Guardian

Were at the Cardiff ATC alcohol treatment centre; a collaboration between Cardiff and Vale University health board, local councils, South Wales police, the Welsh ambulance service and Cardiff Street Pastors. Right now, the police are preparing for the evening with a Cardiff After Dark meeting in the Welsh capitals main police station.

Sgt Gavin Howard briefs his team on what theyre doing tonight, with a slideshow with some interesting facts and figures. Last month, there were 145 people treated at the ATC, which is designed to ease pressure on hospital A&E staff by treating people with minor injuries and people suffering from too much drink.

Howard reminds officers to look out for revellers who pre-load drink heavily and cheaply at home before heading into the city centre. Pre-loading is seen as a particular problem for the emergency services the kids call it prinking pre-drinking. Steve Morris

9.09pm, Southampton

Consultant Dr Diana Hulbert, working in University hospital, Southampton, in the accident and emergency. Photograph: Antonio Olmos for the Guardian

Emergency consultant Diana Hulbert, who is in charge tonight, explains that not all alcohol-related attendances happen after a night on the town. A classic one is people waking up the next day and finding their wrist turned the wrong way, says Hulbert. So people are just as likely to present on the morning after.

She doesnt judge people who turn up in the department because of alcohol-related injuries or accidents, but says over the past 20 years she had noticed changes that are concerning.

People drink differently. Spirits is more a young persons drink and they can make people profoundly drunk very quickly. A beer is two units and you cant drink that many, maybe 10 pints. But if youre drinking shots, you can down five in five minutes. Thats what young people do. Lisa OCarroll

Keeping people out of A&E

Across the country, teams of people tour the streets treating relatively minor injuries suffered by people out on the town. In Manchester, they are called the Street Angels; Cardiff and other cities have their Street Pastors and, in Leicester, they are the Polamb.

Members of the Manchester Street Angels call a young womans father in order to help her get home. Photograph: Gary Calton for the Guardian

9.15pm, Leicester

On some nights the Polamb police-ambulance alcohol treatment vehicle in Leicester is a hub for treating people with alcohol-related injuries, attending up to 15 incidents in a night. It gets to the point that some of the local people recognise the Polamb and the paramedics who drive it. Jane Squire, East Midlands ambulance service paramedic, says one man she used to see regularly in the streets, a heavy drinker who would often call the ambulance for help, called her his green angel, for the dark green of the ambulance service uniform.

Sometimes theyll come up have a conversation with you and say: Ive cut my finger, can I have a plaster? says Squire. Other times theyll come up and say: Ive hurt my hand, can you take me to hospital? and Ill say: It says ambulance, not taxi.

Emergency services in Leicester city centre. Photograph: Kate Lyons for the Guardian

But the first call-out the Polamb has received now that the policeman for the evening, Const Joe Couchman, is on board is more serious treating a man in his 40s who suffered a cardiac arrest on the street. This isnt a typical call-out for the Polamb, not being alcohol-related, though it is believed the man was a heavy drinker, but they go where the need arises. Kate Lyons

11.13pm, Edinburgh

Tony Clapham (left) with his team of Edinburgh Street Pastors out on the streets. Photograph: Murdo Macleod for the Guardian

At Greenside parish church on Royal Terrace, in the centre of Edinburgh, the citys Street Pastors are preparing for the night with tea, home baking and a rousing hymn or two.

Street Pastors is an initiative of the Ascension Trust and was pioneered in London in 2013. It is now active in 270 towns and cities across the UK.

Street Pastors are volunteers from local churches who patrol in teams of men and women, usually from 10pm to 4am on a Friday and Saturday night, to care for, listen to and help people who out on the streets, whether celebrating on a hen night or homeless.

Two teams are going out tonight, one to the Grassmarket and another to George Street, with backpacks containing flasks of hot drinks and biscuits.

As team leader Tony Clapham explains, some of these volunteers have been working on the night time streets and have built up strong relationships with homeless people, as well as police and paramedics and other concerned with health and safety of the night time economy. Libby Brooks

Midnight, Stoke

Senior sister Nicola Beckett tries to wake a man who has come into A&E with suspected alcohol abuse issues at Royal Stoke University hospital in Stoke-on-Trent. Photograph: Alicia Canter for the Guardian

One man, a regular alcohol abuser, has run off from hospital, and senior sister Nicola Beckett has to send police to find him, because he is now deemed a vulnerable adult as he has not had full medical checkups.

The hospital now has so many regular attendees they have a special group for them all, which flags up if someone has been in more than three times a month. Sometimes Beckett sees someone twice a day.

Paramedic Tracy Proud (2nd left, purple hair) along with paramedic colleagues care for an unconscious man who is admitted to A&E with suspected alcohol abuse issues at Royal Stoke University hospital in Stoke-on-Trent. Photograph: Alicia Canter for the Guardian

You do get friendly with them, they are as nice to you as you are to them. You do see them decline, the physical decline. You admit them to rehab but you just know youll see them again. Its an addiction, an illness. So many, you are discharging them and they say: Ive got no home to go to. You sometimes do get a sense they are here for a hot meal and a bed and a kind face.

Beckett has seen some terrifying moments too. I dont want to make it too dramatic. But yes, I have feared for my life. You are trained in conflict management, self-defence. But if someone is drunk and aggressive, I cant handle that myself.

Elsewhere, she reported, patients were queuing on beds in the corridor at the ambulance triage. Paramedic Tracy Proud was liaising with A&E staff to speed up the transfer of people.

Paramedic Tracy Proud. Photograph: Alicia Canter for the Guardian

Its ridiculous, she said, looking over her shoulder at the queue of beds behind her. One patient has a can of Skol under the trolley.

I think if you went through most of the patients, 85% shouldnt be here. People have a different view about what an emergency is. If Im called to look after a teenager or young person who is drunk, I call their parents straight away. Parents dont realise it, but its not our job to just be watching a drunk person who has passed out.

Agitated patients have lashed out in the back of moving ambulance. I had one patient who I thought was asleep and he came to, and he turned on me. I had to jump out the side door of the van. Jessica Elgot

A nurse attends to a young female student from Keele University who has been taken to A&E with suspected alochol abuse issues and is treated in resus at Royal Stoke University hospital in Stoke-on-Trent Photograph: Alicia Canter for the Guardian

12.17am, Manchester

Josh Halliday speaks with chief Angel, Rachel Goddard.

12.58am, Southampton

Nurse Katherine Chipande working in A&E at University hospital, Southampton. Photograph: Antonio Olmos for the Guardian

A night out in Southampton has turned into a night in A&E for one young woman who has just been admitted with a head injury. She had been at a party and fell and hit her head. There was alcohol and drugs, said nurse Catherine Chipande.

There are about 20 other patients in the majors area with two sleeping off the alcohol and a third about to be assessed.

Trouble 1.17am, Liverpool

Two Mikes, 23 and 32, a Carl, 18 and a Tom, 23, are sitting in a pub in the small hours. None has ever ended up in A&E, though Toms ended up in the drunk and disorderly, you know, the police. He got tangled up in the theft of a plastic ornament and jostled a plain clothes police officer leaping from a Vauxhall Corsa, five years ago. This is my time, he says triumphantly, to get my story out. If Id known he were a copper, things would have gone very differently. I was at my aunties 40th.

Mike the younger said: Things happen when youre drunk. I hit my cousin in the face on my 20th birthday.

The bottom line, said Mike the older, is that if youre trouble, trouble will find you. Yes, said the younger Mike resoundingly. My cousin went to Krazy House … Is that with a C or a K? How can you ask that? (they all shake their heads). And the next thing you know, hes had his nose broken. Is this the same cousin you punched in the face? I gave him a black eye. Someone else broke his nose. Theres levels. I know this, I studied law at A level.

The older Mike takes control. This is a beautiful place. This isnt a degenerate place. Independent bars, independent clubs, independent eateries. The transformation of Liverpool, the systemic regeneration of every part of this city, is almost beyond compare. I love this city and the people of this city. Zoe Williams

The view from the professionals

1.26am, Southampton

All has been calm in the assessment area in Southampton until now when a very aggressive drunk man is admitted with a cut to his face, swearing at anyone in sight. He is being held down by two policemen. We are advised not to go near him. Fuck off, he shouts to a female ambulance crew member accompanying him.

The man is refusing to cooperate as he is placed in a bay next to an elderly lady, beaming with a grateful smile towards the two nurses attending to her.

It takes a while for experienced staff to calm down the 29-year-old. Then its all sweetness and light, with a friendly hello for staff as he is wheeled in to majors for further assessment.

Sometimes its like that but sometimes they dont calm down at all and they get carried out in handcuffs. If it gets too bad and they have been assessed and they are not too bad they are just taken away by police, said receptionist Sarah Jones. Lisa OCarroll

1.46am, Manchester

Outside Deansgate Locks, a popular party spot with several bars and clubs, its not quite kicking out time but were already seeing a couple of early casualties. A drunk girl has fallen and cut her knee badly. Shes crying on the phone to her parents while being treated by the Street Angels. Another job saved from paramedics. Josh Halliday

1.51am, Stoke

Dr Ben Arnold in A&E at Royal Stoke University hospital in Stoke-on-Trent. Photograph: Alicia Canter for the Guardian

Dr Ben Arnold, a senior house office in emergency medicine, loves a Friday night in the minor injuries section.

I like drunk people when they are not so unwell, you can joke with them. Their friends have brought them in because theyre worried about them, but from a medical point of view, theyre healthy, you can have a chat. Theres a common theme which colours the excuses made by revellers as they come round in A&E.

They say their drink has been spiked, their friends say: They always drink this much, it must be something in the drink. But it obviously is because they have had more than usual or havent eaten enough.

Its younger ones, 18-year-olds, who are more honest about it. They do get very embarrassed especially if they have had a loss of continence. And they have to go home in a hospital gown.

Sometimes, its not just the patients causing Arnold all the bother. Its friends and relatives who might be a bit drunk. They get bored, they dress up in the gloves and gowns, mucking about and you have to go and remind them that a hospital is a serious place. Jessica Elgot

1.55am, Cardiff

A nurse helps a very drunk teenager at the ATC in Bridge Street, Cardiff. Photograph: Gareth Phillips for the Guardian

An 18-year-old student is found lying alone, clearly drunk, on the pavement close to the university. There were a series of sexual assaults on women in this area last year so passersby are worried and dial 999.

She has not been assaulted but has simply drunk too much at a house party. An ambulance crew arrives and takes her to the alcohol treatment centre ATC. She is sick on the way and sick several times at the ATC.

At the ATC she is assessed and given water. Ceri Martin, a sister, and Charlotte Pritchard, a healthcare support worker tend to her. She is joined by a friend at the ATC and they sit together, slumped in a corner, waiting for her to recover.

Shell be here for two or three hours while she gets herself together, said Martin. Well get her to drink water, observe her and keep her warm. Then well make sure she gets home safely.

Im just glad that theres a place like this for young women like that. Shes in a safe place and were helping keep pressure off A&E.

A street pastor radios in to say she is bringing someone in to the ATC. So it begins, says Pritchard. It still could be a long night/morning here.

But its not always a thankless task, as this note at the ATC indicates:

steven morris (@stevenmorris20) January 23, 2016

A grateful patient cared for at the alcohol treatment centre in Cardiff. pic.twitter.com/CiLLATTFIV

2am, Manchester

Josh Halliday talks to Street Angel volunteer Paul Jones

2.01am, Southampton

Suspected drunk male brought into the assessment area of A&E in University hospital, Southampton. Photograph: Antonio Olmos for the Guardian

Two more alcohol admissions in Southampton in the space of 10 minutes, one so inebriated he is semi-conscious.

The worry here is that the alcohol might mask a head injury, says nurse Sam Carter. So we do a set of neuro obs [observations] and lactate assessment to see if he is dehydrated. We might also resort to pain stimuli, squeeze his trapezium really hard to check his responses, she adds. Ouch. Lisa OCarroll

2.10am, Stoke

Back in Stoke, there are 99 patients in A&E at 2am, which is an achievement for the staff, the first time numbers have dropped below 100 since 4.30pm yesterday. Patients are being discharged, or waiting to be admitted to other departments as beds there become available. Though some staff are beginning to end their shifts, many others are here until the morning. More than 100 people have come through the doors already since midnight; some who have overindulged tonight are on trollies in the corridor making emotional phone calls. There is more work to do before the night is over for A&E staff five more ambulances are on their way. Jessica Elgot

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