#wow what a security threat no there's no other reason I dislike this

[jaggedwolf]

in retrospect, soooo rude of Arkady to see one (1) person hit on Sana and go damn, this is just like that time you were hooking up with the son of the owners of our prison planet and then he bailed, thus scrambling our uprising plans

[swampythesweetsketch]

For the ship thing, do Sly and Murray!

Oh wow, didn't expect a Cooper Gayng related ship.

Onto SlyMur!

OWO

Who asks the other on dates: Sly. He loves having these lavish dates set up and has a new ideas (crime wise) to spice up his and Murray's life. Murray is more of a downlow and likes mellow dates that include dinner, cuddling, movie nights, or all three.

Who is the bigger cuddler: Murray. He's never once been out of his comfort zone and never once had a moment of fagile masculinity keep him from grabbing Sly and trapping him in long cuddle sessions in the van, or in their safehouse.

Who initiates holding hands more often: Both! Sly and Murray always want to have a hand to grab when they're not doing anything that requires them to separate. They even hold hands when running to a joint mission if Bentley doesn't need one of them to stay back for a second.

Who remembers anniversaries: Surprisingly Murray. He may be a tad forgetful or confused about things, but he's had this internal calender since the day he was born. He knows every birthday (of which he makes it nice and quiet for Sly), when they need to leave for airport flights, when they need to start a mission on the clock, etc.

Who is more possessive: Sly. He is possessive of his loved ones since he lost his dad. And Murray is his partner, love, boyfriend, and mate. He'd kill the meathead who thought about hurting the sweet hippo.

Who gets more jealous: Sly again babey. He's like Bentley, and limits his connections outside the Gang to keep anyone from compromising his work. And when he sees Murray get along with people that aren't him or Bentley... well he bites his tongue and respects his boyfriend's choice of friends. Until one proves to be a nuisance. Then he tells Murray his thoughts on the person in question.

Who is more protective: Both! Sly is passive aggressive with his threats to people who threaten his loved one. Murray is unsure, but after a moment of assessing he will physically threaten anyone that wants to harm his boyfriend.

Who is more likely to cheat: Sly. Sadly two men can't have a kid. And it hurts Murray when he sees that Sly still sees Carmelita as a potential candidate for carrying on the Cooper Legacy.

Who initiates sexy times the most: Murray. He's affectionate, and when he sees Sly stressed out it's more common that he starts out innocent enough by massaging his boyfriend. But once Sly starts moaning and his hands roam their body- well- there's a good reason Sly wears a turtleneck sweater.

Who dislikes PDA the most: Both. When in public, Sly and Murray have serious twinges of anxiety around the general populace, many whom they don't know. They don't want to risk anyone attacking them over their relationship and keeps things between them and at home.

Who kills the spider: Sly. Murray couldn't bear to do it after his spiritual journey in Australia.

Who asks the the other to marry them: Sly. He knows he loves Murray and the two have been through thick and thin. What's a gold band to thicken things a lil' more?

Who buys the other flowers or gifts: Sly. He's a romantic six ways to Maximum Security Prison. He's a very smarmy guy that will gift Murray with chocolate covered fruit bouquets every week if not stopped by Bentley.

Who would bring up possibly having kids: Sly again. He and Murray can and will eventually talk things out with Sly's need to pass on his family legacy. And when that happens, they'll be extremely grateful when Penelope offers to surrogate for them.

Who is more nervous to meet the parents: Murray. He drives Sly to go see his dad's grave every year since they were able to drive. And every time he's been there, Murray has wondered if Conner Cooper would've ever accepted him and Sly being together.

Who sleeps on the couch when the other is angry: Neither. Sly and Murray have their own rooms and when things get rough and escalate a problem they haven't talked through yet, they sleep in their own respective rooms. Otherwise, Sly would be sleeping in Murray's bed most of the time.

Who tries to make up first after arguments: Both. They know their fights get a bit stupid sometimes, and they get Bentley is mediate their talks since their friend knows how to help diffuse any lingering issues.

Who tells the other they love them more often: Murray. Sly is a bit more silent or jokey about his affections and forgets (more like dissociates) that he's a living creature that needs basic things like food, sleep, or love. Murray is there to give him a smooch back to reality and tell Sly how much he loves him.

[sparda3g]

Kimetsu no Yaiba Chapter 143 Review

I don’t really know if what we have seen is confirmed or not, but if we do believe it, then life sucks, and then you die. Shinobu tried her damn best, but challenging a Second Upper Moon was already asking for a secured loss. One revenge has failed, but a new one has spawned. Actually, there are now two personal stories going on here. This was an intriguing setup chapter for next two bouts starring non-pillars slayers.

As soon as the chapter begins with a cover page of the two sisters, it already set up for a depressing end. The flashback reinforce that claim. Dammit to hell. I know she was on a verge of death according to Doma with his punchable face, but it’s a case of hopefulness to believe otherwise. Sadly, it’s not meant to be. It ensues a heartbreaking and depressing defeat for Shinobu.

The flashback shows the moment where her life changed drastically; so much so, she doesn’t have the same sensation she once had in childhood. That sensation is happiness. She was living normal and peaceful, until a demon kills her family. Her view on happiness lies “atop a thin sheet of glass.” This could be a metaphorically speaking that her world lies in dark and cruel nature, while the other side lies the world she was once living in. That or another way of saying happiness can be shattered easily by a tragic event.

As seen in the last chapter, it was Gyoumei that came to rescue her and her sister. This moment inspired her to grow stronger and protect those whose happiness isn’t shattered. This is why she is likeable despite the hidden scary nature, which would be explained further later in the chapter. The two sisters made a promise to keep everyone happy; never let them experience any tragedy that shattered theirs. It’s no wonder the Insect Pillar is designed to be hopeful and free spirited. The two live to protect and slay demons. If they can slay a demon, they can slay dozens. If they can slay Upper Moon, they can slay hundreds. It’s what keep them motivated and strong. Whether they truly can kill one or not, they have to do it.

The image of Taijiro asking her if she is angry appears. It’s a question that defines her character as a whole. The answer is yes, all the time. This is rather sad knowing how she put up a “mask” whenever she smiles or even look calm and peaceful. Although she is nice towards humans and friends, she is always fumed with anger. It’s hard to blame her; she lost far too many loved ones to even feel genuinely happy. Even the little girls back home lost their families, and that alone enraged her. In a symbolic way, her anger is what lead to her fate: death by her sister’s murderer. That’s just cruel.

Doma pissed me off so much in this chapter. It’s due to the mix of sadness for Shinobu’s loss and the way how he tries to look innocent while taunting her with painful words. For starters, he hugs her out of pity; your opponent showing pity is the worst. He mocks her hard effort so harshly, with a smile no less. He calls it completely pointless, including the last strike that he brushed off easily. He even insults her by calling her weak and stupid; nothing like her sister. But it’s all fine with him, because that made up the reason to eat her. His death is going to be so rewarding. He ask for her final word in which she replies, “Go to hell!” At least she got her last word out of rage out, so kudos for her to stay strong till the very end.

Kanao does enter the scene at last, which got me a bit hopeful, but judging by the sequence, it’s too late. Shinobu sends a hand signal towards her; not sure what it indicates. It could be a sign to use that attack that can kill Doma. Not sure how it works, but that’s the element of surprise setup. Doma puts an icing on the cake of hated character by crushes her back or neck. She drops her sword and if we go by the reaction and the flow of an eerie atmosphere, it would seem Shinobu is gone, in front of Kanao no less. This sucks.

Kanao is enraged, the most expressive moment so far, and charges head-on with Flower Breathing Fourth Form: Crimson Hanagoromo. I believe this is her first action as well, or at least a major one. She has been slowly developing throughout the series. She became lively like a person. It’s sad that life was going places until this happens. She attacks but misses Doma. Speed is key to defeat him, though I don’t know if she is fast enough to harm him. Because a new challenger appears, Doma absorb Shinobu for later snacks.

Now if we were to believe that Shinobu isn’t dead, rather unconscious, then perhaps there’s hope; sort of. It’s interesting that he keeps her body, rather than chowing down immediately. Because of this, maybe this would indicate that Shinobu is only out and it’s up to Kanao to rescue her. That will raise the stake, even if currently is already high enough. If she’s dead, then this battle could lead to Kanao retrieving her body for a proper burial. It would be a total tragedy if Shinobu was killed and eaten; nothing to mourn over. We will have to wait and see how this follows up.

Doma is so dislikeable at this point, but he does make a really good villain. His rotten attitude, despite how nice he appears, his harsh insults, and a face that needs to get fractured is all it needs to wish him for the worst. As for Kanao, this is her first major battle. She has undergone a slow development to the point she must fight. This could be really interesting; even more so for the aftermath if there’s more story to explore. It’s like witnessing a birth of a heroine. Granted, Nezuko is the main heroine and female characters are treated really well, but this could be Kanao’s uprising.

It looks like the next chapter will shift focus entirely on Zenitsu though. Not that it’s a bad thing, especially with this intriguing setup for the next battle. He has been appearing more serious than ever before, and he’s conscious; we now know why. He finds the demon he was looking for, but this one was his former senior. It is Kaigaku, thrilled to meet Zenitsu once again. It’s the student from Zenitsu’s flashback, I believe chapter 34, but now not only a demon, but an Upper Moon member. Wow, this has gotten really personal and crazy really fast. Now I understand why Zenitsu has been acting “strange.” This battle should be really good.

Overall, this was a pretty intriguing chapter. It has a sad defeat for Shinobu, likely dead, with the sad note of anger led to her end. Doma continues to be a threat and someone you want to see him get annihilated. An interesting setup for two battles; one with Kanao to avenge her master, and the other one with Zenitsu to settle a personal grudge. The visual is really good, coming a long way for the mangaka with its solid sequences and details. I expect the next chapter to start with a flashback. One thing is certain: when it gets personal, someone is going to pay dearly.

[thebetterarod]

An Interview with Aaron Rodgers and Emmy Rossum.

When two best friends, an NFL quarterback and a double threat singer/actress, sit down to interview one another.. Social security numbers, net worth, motherhood, godfatherhood, divorce, dating in Hollywood, Impractical Jokers.. nothing is off limits.

Aaron: Welcome to your interview, girl from Shameless. Please state your full legal name, date of birth, hometown, mother's maiden name, and social security number.

Emmy: Emmanuelle Grey Rossum, born September 12, 1986 in Manhattan, New York to Cheryl Rossum. My Social Security number is 5. Is this what being in the military feels like? Anyways, thanks guy from the insurance commercials for that rousing set of intro questions. I hope you're ready, because I'm going to dig deep and get to the nitty gritty, here. To start, can you now state YOUR legal name, date of birth, home town and what your yearly wages are, please?

Aaron: 5, wow. You must be old. I'm Aaron Charles Rodgers, born on December 2nd, 1983 in Chico, California. My yearly wages? Does this include endorsements where I take selfies with dogs? I'm not Floyd Mayweather, but I'm in the top 100 World's Highest Paid Athletes, not to brag. I'm more towards the hundred side of the spectrum, but I'm still there. What's the one question you're sick of answering when promoting Shameless? Instead of answering said question, give me the question you wished they'd ask about you about the show and then pretend that's my next question and answer it.

Emmy: I am, you don't even know. December 2nd, huh? What's it like sharing a birthday with Britney Spears? Do you ever see her out on her birthday and call her a birthday buddy or something? Have you ever had a group party? You should. Yeah, I can tell you're not much of a bragger. Oh that one's easy! It's "So, what's it like having your top off every scene?" or "Is it weird to go on a first date knowing the other person has most likely already seen you mostly naked?" It's so fucking stupid. I see zero problems with nudity on TV or movies, I think there's much worse things out there portrayed--or for kids to see--rather then a naked body. I realize you said not to answer it--but I did anyways. I wish they'd ask me...hm. I dunno, really anything other then something pertaining to my boobs or naked ass, would be a treat. Speaking of boobs and naked asses--that feels like a great segway--empty your pockets. Right now. What's in there? They say you can learn a lot about a person just by what they carry around with them, so let's see...

Aaron: I do call her my birthday twin. It's great. I invite her out every year and she never shows. I even get Happy Birthday Aaron and Britney written on all my birthday cakes. I figured you'd say those questions were the ones that were repetitive and most annoying. What would they expect you to say? It's part of the script, you're an actress, and you're doing your job. My pockets.. let's see. I have my keys, my iPhone, my wallet.. That's it. It's boring, which pretty much sums up my life. I'd say empty your purse and let's see what's in it, but a gentleman never snoops around on a lady's purse. Instead, I'll piggyback on my boring life comment. Your life has recently changed when you welcomed your first child into the world. What's changed since you become a mother and what're some things people told you would change or happen, but didn't?

Emmy: I had a feeling you did--I mean--you're you. So that makes sense you'd do that. Awe, really? That's kinda sad, now. What's up, Brit? Why you giving Aaron the cold shoulder? I have no fucking clue--it's like they just constantly wanna talk about my tits rather then some of the actual issues we tackle on the show. Sure, we do it mostly with humor, but there are some real moments in there. Damn, that's it? I'm kinda disappointed, I was kind of hoping you'd have something juicy in your pockets or something--but clearly--that was a bust. Eh, the juiciest thing I have in there would be the old stick of gum or the birth control pills--you're not missing out on much, guys, by him not asking--don't worry! This is true! Well, I mean--pretty much everything changed, really. I was really comfortable living my life a certain way them BAM! It all changed--I had more then just myself to think about and take care of for once--and I think that's been the biggest thing of them all. I can't just be spontaneous in my decision making anymore--cuz it doesn't just effect me. It's gotten me to grow up a bit more, not that I was really a child before, but still. I mean, everyone told me to brace for the no sleep, but I've been in the industry for a while now. I was used to living off a few hours of sleep, anyways. So yeah, it's still kind of a blow at first, but I can't complain. What about you? You've recently taken on a new role--not as a father--but even better, as a god father. How's that life treating you?

Aaron: Hopefully now with things changing in Hollywood, these questions will come up less and less and people will be more inclined to focus on an actress's talent, rather than simply her body. Nothing juicy, just boring. Looks like you share that boring quality with me. I bet, and being a single parent probably made it change even more drastically since you're doing it on your own. This is actually the second time I've been named Godfather, not to brag or anything. My first godchild is Hadlee, Christina's daughter, and then Conor and Margot named me Godfather to Conor Junior. I knew I'd be named Godfather from the moment Conor told me Margot was pregnant, even if they kept denying it. Here's an important question. Ready for it?Okay, here's the shot out of the cannon: Oprah, Barbara Walters, your wife. You gotta fuck one, marry one, kill one, go! Just kidding. You once told me you used to sing Opera for hot dogs when you were younger, which means you started in this industry, in some way, at a young age. When did you first realize you wanted to be an entertainer and what was your first passion - singing or acting?

Emmy: That's what I'm hoping, too. And honestly, I can say, since it was made public that I was asking for equal pay--and since I was granted equal pay as my co star William H. Macy--it's come up a bit less. So hopefully it'll die out, soon. I do, just add it to the list of things we have in common, next to our love of Joe Gatto screaming "LARRY!" It does, but I was also raised by a single parent. My dad was never in the picture, I've only ever met him twice--I never even had his last name--so I had a good blueprint on what to do and how to handle everything from being raised by my mom. I like to think I'm doing a decent job, so far. You do know that by saying "not to brag" that doesn't make it okay, right? It's like when someone says no offense--then says something super offensive, I'm just saying! But that's cute--you're a good Godfather, I'll vouch for you. I'm Jewish, so we don't really do the whole godfather thing--but if we did--you'd be my choice of Linc. I'm not sure I'm ready--but go ahead, anyways. You're such an ass, I'm dying! I was like 'Do I have a wife I forgot about?' I did, it's all true and totally not weird! Well, now I don't wanna brag, but I was actually the youngest singer to be a in the metropolitan opera children's chorus. I got in when I was seven by singing Happy Birthday in all twelve keys. I'm just saying. But I think--at first--it was singing. My mom used to listen to a ton of classical music when she was pregnant with me--I'm convinced I came out singing. But after a while, I kind of just naturally gravitated more to acting. I love both, but I'm all about the challenge of getting into character, and portraying people with flaws. Now, I know I mentioned Joe before--so here's the ultimate Impractical Jokers question--are you ready? Who's the best joker?

Aaron: Let's hope, especially when equal pay is really being brought to light lately. It always had a driving force behind it, but now people are finally starting to pay attention. LARRY! Most readers don't know this, but Emmy's son is actually named Larry. Your mother is a role model in more ways than one, and you are doing a great job. Larry's a lucky kid. Yes it does. That's just like saying "With all due respect.." before saying something rude. Ricky Bobby 101. I'll pretend I'm Larry's Godfather as well. All twelve keys? That's impressive. I'd ask you to sing something, but the readers won't be able to hear it and this isn't some magazine where you get a feature on Youtube along with the interview. You're really making me pick a favorite? Is that fair? It's not. I can never choose because it changes from episode to episode, challenge to challenge. There's not one I dislike. Can you choose a favorite Joker? I bet you can't.

Emmy: Honestly, I really hope so. Okay, can you please not use this publication to lie about my son? His name is Lincoln--for anyone who didn't know. Lincoln Asher Rossum. His initials are LAR, and so Aaron has taken it upon HIMSELF to nickname him Larry. He's the worst. Not that there's anything wrong with the name Larry--that's just not MY son's name! She really is, I'm glad I'm not the only one who see's that. Awe, thanks! Is this the part where we tell the world he's actually your child? Too much? I'm kidding, guys. It's like the colonel Sanders said: "I'm too drunk to eat this chicken." I'm not surprised. Thanks, they were pretty impressed too I guess since I got the job. Too bad, I do a mean version of Good Vibrations--but opera-ed up. I am, I told you, this interview is going to get to the important things people want to know about! Hey! You can't turn this back on me! Fuck...no. I can't--I really can't! I love them all for different reasons! Fine...moving on--but I warn you--I'm just going to have to dig deeper now. Aaron Rodgers...if you could take anyone on the best date ever--who would you take, and where would you go?

Aaron: Emmy Rossum is the liar. Her son is actually named Larry. Oh, we're using this publication to tell the world I'm actually Larry's father? I thought we were going to get to take the highest bid between People Magazine and Us Weekly. Secret's out now and no one will give us the money. I feel more free now, though. I knew you couldn't decide on a favorite, either. No one can. The best date ever? There's not really a special anyone, except my baby mama, in my life. There's the 'go all out' date and then there's the low-key date. It also depends on the girl. I've always liked the idea of a day of a drink on the beach, followed by sailing at sunset (drink responsibly), and wrapping it up with a bonfire. I prefer dates outdoors rather than going to a movie or a crowded restaurant. Staying on the dating topic, do you find it difficult to date in Hollywood or would you say you're more of an open book and you don't care what the public or gossip sites know/find out?

Emmy: Bull shit! The next time some pap snaps a pic of my and Linc, they're gonna say 'Emmy Rossum, out for the day with her son Larry' and I'm gonna be so pissed--cuz it's all your fault. We just did! No going back now. After telling the world where you are on the spectrum when it comes to annual income, I doubt anyone's going to feel bad for us not holding out for the bidding war. Oh well. It's true, it's the impossible question! That makes sense, though. It depending on the person. I'm kind of the same way, I love to hike and just be outside in general, really. I mean, don't get me wrong--I think the world knows I love to eat--but BESIDES eating, I also love being outdoors. So that's an A+ from me, I'll be on the look out and see if I can find anyone willing to go on that date with you, I got your back, buddy. Fuck yeah it's difficult. I mean--here's the thing: I don't really care all that much about the gossip and all that--I think it's obvious after falsely and sarcastically calling you out as the father of my child many times--but that being said--yeah it's hard. You date someone in the industry, and sure they understand, and sure I don't mind THAT much what the public knows, but it doesn't make dating easy. Everything you do is constantly under a microscope. It messes with you. I'm seen talking to literally any guy, someone takes a pic and the other person is wondering "Well who's that? or vice versa. It's hard to push it all away for some people--at least people I've dated it seems, so. Constantly being on the spot does not make dating in Hollywood easy. Since we're actually being kind of serious for once--I'm not sure if you've talked about it publicly too much. And if you don't want to, you can just say "Emmy, shut the fuck up" but-- what actually happened with the divorce? What was the final straw for you? You may have beat the hollywood record for shortest marriage, I'm just saying.

Aaron: I hope they do because that would be fucking hilarious. They'd side with you and make me pay child support. They always side with the mother. I'm going to win the Super Bowl and drive off in a Hyundai. Of course there would be food involved in there somewhere. In your case, it'd be roasting hotdogs over the bonfire. That's your dream, isn't it? Having your every move watched and scrutinized is probably a pain. Sure, I'm in the public eye, but athletes don't have to deal with it nearly as much as you guys in the entertainment business do. It's a little odd people think your business is their business. I give you all props for dealing with it on a regular business and going off like Britney did with that umbrella. We can talk about my divorce, I don't mind. Liv and I rushed into marriage, but not the way one would think. We dated for years before, broke up because she wanted marriage and I didn't at that point. When we reconnected, she didn't trust me and we were not exclusively dating. Finally, we got back together and I proposed right away, rather than taking our time and seeing how things worked out this time around. I didn't want to lose her, so I figured that was the best bet. I didn't do it for pity or to tie her down, though. I really did want to marry her at the time. It wasn't a last straw thing that lead me to realizing a divorce was needed. It was rushing into things, the lack of trust, the lack of communication. She also wanted her career and didn't want to be slowed down. I think she realized playing wife in Wisconsin would lead to that. Sometimes things don't work out and it sucks, but that's life. Do you want to set the record straight on the topic of Lincoln's father and why you've decided to do everything at your own speed? If not, you can answer a question like, say... who's your favorite quarterback?

Emmy: Of course you'd think it's hilarious--such a dick! Oh, wait, hey, ya think? Maybe I should try and get that, then. Couple more bucks in my pocket--not bad. Ha! That is my dream, you know me well! It really is. A lot of people think just because I'm on a show or a movie or whatever--that my personal life should be open to the world, and it's just so crazy to me. I mean, I go to the same Whole Foods at least once a week and there's always this one cashier I see. Because I see them on a weekly basis, does this mean I should have access to all of his personal business--like what the fuck? That makes sense. I mean, it was what felt right at the time--but when it stops feeling right well--there's usually a reason for it. You guys were smart in not letting it go on for a long time like some people do. Set the record straight? Hm...I dunno? I feel like I've been as open about the whole situation as I could. Am I proud of the way things turned out--am I happy Linc might not know who his dad is? No. But...I lived my life a certain way--there's not much more I could do. I've reached out, others have reached out, DNA tests have been taken...here's the thing. My father wanted nothing to do with me or my mom when he found out she was pregnant. I don't want to force someone to be in Linc's life if they don't want to be. When I had him, and for the end of my pregnancy--it was public. The ones out there now know who they are--and if they wanna step up and take a DNA test, they can...I'm not going to force them, though. It's not like I'm lacking for anything--I can provide. So. Yeah. PS my favorite QB is Brett Favre. What's your most embarrassing guilty pleasure? Could be music, tv--whatever!

Aaron: Are you dating this cashier? You're starting rumors about yourself now. Exclusive: Emmy Rossum is dating Whole Food cashier! Exactly, I thought marriage was what she wanted and I didn't really give it any time before popping the question. You live and learn. I'm not sure if my marriage lasted longer than Kim K's. That's understandable - you also know what's best for Linc. You wouldn't force him to have a father in his life and deal with the disappointment if the man didn't want to be involved. He obviously has a good support system with you and you're more than financially stable to provide. Not many would look at the whole thing your way, but it's a good way of approaching it. My embarrassing guilty pleasure? Chick flicks and reality shows, but I'm not embarrassed by it. I don't try to hide it or anything. The Kardashians are annoying as hell, but their show is hilarious sometimes. Team Taylor, by the way. Speaking of Taylor and her feuds, do you have any feuds with a fellow celebrity? Or is there someone you just cannot stand?

Emmy: Yes. His name is Norm, we're very much in love. Can't ever say Emmy Rossum discriminates when it comes to dating. That's all just part of life though, isn't it? You have to go through the shit to learn from your mistakes. We'll have to google it. I'm pretty sure you at least beat your birthday rival, so there's that. Exactly. I didn't have a father and quite frankly, I think I ended up fine. Would I ever try and ban his father from his life, if they came forward and wanted to be an active part? No. But I also think I've made all of this fairly clear--so if they want to go through it all--they can. I didn't really know how else to do it, ya know? Thanks, I appreciate that a lot, actually. Oh yeah? Well what's your favorite chick flick then? Be more specific, come on! Ha, no, no. I've never had a celebrity beef. I like to think I get along with pretty much everyone--I think I'm pretty easy going. At least I try to be. I'm kind of over the whole Kardashian thing if we're being honest. Sorry, I know you just said they're your fave--but it's the truth! I just don't really get the whole craze, I dunno--maybe I'm just getting old.

Aaron: Norm. He sounds like an older man or a scientist. Is he working at Whole Foods while paying his way through school? Britney only lasted a few hours, right? I can relate in a way to the no father thing. He was around growing up but in the past few years, my family and I lost touch. People who watched the Bachelorette know all about that. I never really commented on it because I wasn't about to air my family's dirty laundry like my brother did on national television. Shit happens. My favorite chick flick is Pretty Woman, because it's a classic, and How To Lose A Guy in Ten Days. Great movies. Oh, I don't understand the Kardashian thing either. They're definitely not my favorite, it's just fun to watch a trainwreck. Plus, Scott Disick is one funny guy, especially when he's calling them all out. We should probably wrap this up, yeah? What do you want your legacy to be? What do you want to be remembered for?

Emmy: He's in school to be a scientist, how did you know?!? I think so, yeah. I didn't know that about you--I knew about your brother, not about the rest though. There's a difference between being open and honest with the public and media, and still maintaining some private life, I think. Its a balance, and sometimes outsiders don't get that. Those are good ones, you chose wisely, I approve. It really baffles me but I guess people just like watching a train wreck sometimes to feel better about themselves? I know I've had people come up to me and thank me for the Gallaghers for being such fuck ups. Makes them feel better about their families I guess. That's a good question! I want to be remembered for this interview, of course! It will be my legacy. I'm going to be unoriginal and ask you the same for the last question. Back to you, Aaron!

Aaron: I think we go to the same Whole Foods. Balance, for sure, but also, I'm a football player. As long as I'm not getting arrested or dating someone famous, people don't tend to care about me further than the football field. Dating Candice and Olivia definitely made my personal life a little less private. To feel better about themselves, to watch a mindless show where you can just switch your brain off after a long day. Those reality shows are not like Homeland where you have to pay attention and keep up, that's for sure. Can I be unoriginal and say same? #Same. Maybe be remembered for my wit or sense of humor. Or my Hail Mary's. Everyone loves a good Hail Mary, especially Packers fans. Anyway, this was fun. We either gave people some good, nonwholesome entertainment, or annoyed the hell out of them. Either way, I feel good about it.

Emmy: Ya think? Don't tell Norm I told you about us, we're trying to keep it on the downlow, I don't want to scare him off. Yeah, that makes sense. So basically as long as you date a nobody next, you'll be fine! We're going to go down for this interview, and you know what Aaron Rogers? I'm okay with that! Plus, maybe your Hail Mary's. Could be worse. Could be remembered for dick pics or something. This was super enlightening. We should make this a yearly thing or something--maybe a web series--who knows? The possibilities are endless at this point! But thanks for sitting down and talking to me, it was enlightening, to say the very least.

[survivorwakea]

Episode 9: “Anabel back on her crackhead bullshit.” -Asya

Justin going out after getting a self-vote. Don't trust anyone, not even yourself.

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ZACK FOUND THE FUCKING IDOL. ZACK FOUND THE FUCKING IDOL. ZACK FOUND THE FUCKING IDOL.

Me, Ben, Elmo and Zack were on a call and we all did an idol search and ZACK FOUND IT AND I SCREAMED AND ITS 3AM BUT I DONT CARE ZACK HAS A MOTHERFUCKING IDOL.

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Oh sweet fucking jesus.

So I get off call with Elmo, Ben and Zack and Zack is like hieee can we call? and im like okay? I have absolutely no idea what to expect at all. He's like I have something to tell u, at this point I'm like fuck this sounds like bad bad news or good news but idk if im mentally stable enough to handle either. He tells me he has the fucking premerge idol and that he got it on his first run. I'm sat there basically starting to cry like oh my god zack I cannot believe this right now. and he's like no there's more. My stomach fucking drops. He tells me Elmo knows as well. I'm like ok sis what the fuck. He had to tell Elmo because it was his first go and him and Elmo were sharing guesses. Okay I guess I understand. But he also said something like Elmo said not to tell me. Which really does have me thinking. I thought me and Elmo had a lot more open communication now, and the fact he didn't want to tell me something like this is a reason as to why I have been hesitant to talk game with him. But according to Zack he also said he doesn't think I would leak so maybe he was just thinking about not wanting too many people to know. I need to have a chat with Elmo tomorrow so we can clear some stuff up so I can know better where I stand, or just have Elmo lie to my face which I end up finding out later down the line when he inevitably tries to vote me out again. But oh how ironic it would be if I could convince Zack to use the idol on me to get Elmo out. Please note ~ I don't dislike Elmo, in fact I adore him. I just see me and him as very similar players and therefore I feel he would be one of my main competitions especially as this game gets further on. I just have a lot of feelings and a lot of things to discuss right now

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I've had so much to think about the last couple hours my mind is spinning. Justin voted out because of his own dumbass move to tell Johnny about his self-vote, like that's not a death wish waiting to happen. Hell I would've been on board with voting Justin had I known. He was a clear threat but I was planning on waiting 1 more tribal before trying to get him out. I was lied to by a lot of people, maybe 2 tribals in a row now which leaves me shaking and scrambling. Where the fuck do I stand with any of these people? Zack who I adore with all my heart where do I stand with you baby? I know you said you would use your idols on me and help get us both to the final. But I am scared, I am so so scared you could be lying to me. You said it yourself earlier you are so used to lying to people in this game that if someone asked if your name was Zack, you'd tell them it wasn't. I think it would hurt me more if you told me about your premerge idol and said you'd get us both to the end and then voted me out more than if you never told me anything at all. Did you tell me this because you're worried about your position or because you genuinely meant it? Remember I could be on the jury. Asya, my sweetness in this game. We didn't talk for a full day after Joey got voted out. It was only when I decided to own up to the fact I wrote her name down tonight that we opened a discussion and I feel we cleared the air a bit, both of us felt we had no choice when writing down each other's names. I hope things improve between us and we can work together again, however you have appeared to be inactive which kind of scares me. Johnny having kept the vote of Justin from me after I told him I felt I wasn't being listened to with the people I was aligned with has kinda rubbed me the wrong way since I very heavily hinted I wanted Justin out, but you can't be sayin those kinda things to people you're aligned with cause they could so easily turn on you. Although I had mentioned it to Zack and I think Zack would've been down as well so that was my plan for a couple tribals ahead. Do you really want to work with me or has this all been lies? Ben I do not trust as far as I can throw him right now. After Zack gets the idol he conveniently says he forgot to mention that he landed on one of the bonus spots on the way to the idol and got an extra vote. Okay bitch boy how the fuck does that just accidentally slip your mind? Do not trust one bit right now, once he realises he's on the bottom he's definitely gonna flee like fuck. Has a soothing voice though, I enjoy being on call. He's kinda funny, even if he does make Zack mad by the fact he's getting comfortable with us and calling us bitches. Bodhi is just a lying fucker and I want him out ASAP, he should've been the person we got out or at least tried to instead of Asya but whatever, there's always next time. Lily I have no idea what the fuck is going on in her head right now, she messaged me with some half hearted apology and then wants to create a group of people to work together but when I asked who she wanted to involve she has just ignored me, whatever your time will be up soon enough unless I try to drag u to the end with me so I have a goat since I haven't seen u do much other than win like 1 immunity challenge. Jared I wanna work with but idk how much trust is there, plus he's a strong player and I feel could do well so I want him out kinda soon oopsie. But who knows, if we start working together maybe it's something that could work out for us. Sometimes competition is good. Anabel a cutie but also a massive liability, never know what's going on with her and where she truly stands with anyone. I wish she would just be properly up front with me about who she's close with. Wish she spoke more game to me than she actually does. Elmo I've already wrote down a lot about how I feel about you but ya I love u so much I just think you're such a threat to me and there could be a vote where if it's not you that goes home it will be me. Also where the fuck do I stand with you? Are you being open with me? It'd crush me if you weren't I've been trying this game with you I really have. This is long and turned into something I didn't expect it to be and its like 5am so I need sleep. So much has gone on and I've so much to think about I don't even know where to turn right now.

i manifested that, right.. like.. i literally JUST said in my last confessional how me and chloe eventually wanted justin out and then it happened.. now, it didn't go how i would have wanted it to go, but it still went.. would i have loved to be part of that plan? duh. but i think justin leaving might be a blessing in disguise. or a huge curse. i guess we'll have to wait and see. all i have to say is this.. justin did that to his damn self. how stupid of him to tell johnny about the alliance we're in and the fact that he has a vote against him that round.. like WHAT is wrong with him.. all he had to do was keep his mouth shut and he would have been here kJGDSKS... and the fact that he literally told johnny EVERYTHING like what the fuck is wrong with you justin.. so stupid on your part and im so fucking pissed bc it fucks with my game. now.. some bigger news.. i found the merge idol?? KLHDFKLJSDKFGJL.... now i have two fucking idol. i can't believe IT. manifestation really does work. so ben, elmo and chloe all know about the merge idol because we all been helping each other find it.. and i told chloe i have the pre merge idol today. i told her elmo knows and that elmo didn't want me to tell her. i'm doing what i have to do in order to secure me spots more weeks into this game. but now this round is a speed round and i work 12-7 tomorrow so i'm gonna get no social game in really... this sucks and i just have to pray and hope they don't target me this round because i don't wanna have to use any idols yet. i really just wish this round wasn't sped up because it's really fucking with me and i hate the fact

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sorry i pressed enter before.. i hate the fact that i know i'm not gonna really be able to talk to people this round bc of work so i have to trust my allies will do everything correctly.. unlike how justin did anything he did.

Zack found the idol and I told our alliance about the extra vote. I am ride or die with Anabel's Angels at this point

Ignore everything I said in that last confessional. I don’t know what I’m doing. Getting Justin out was essential to moving those who I know I can trust to work with further in the game. Finally in an alliance with Jared and Johnny. I feel really solid about that. I’m continuing to not tell Elmo anything but still wanting to work with him so that’s a mood. But it sounds like my alliance along with Bodhi asya and anabel should be able to come together again and vote. But let’s find out cause I sure don’t know. Also Justin danggggg you were really coming out the gate. We gotcha but really respect how you make moves.

wow,,, speed round,,, crazy stuff miss aj,,, lol im so stressed ab this i literally dont know what im doing. jared wants to vote out ben and honestly i kinda do too, and i would w/o hesitation if it wasnt for zack elmo and chloe. i told them my voting justin out and lying to them was a one time thing and i like desperately wanna hold true to that, but jared brings up some INCREDIBLE points. i wanna tell them i wanna vote ben but ik they wouldnt react very well.. i just feel like voting him is best for my game bc like hes potentially the person whos playing the very best and im terrified of that bc i wanna win!!!! not him!!!!! it is just. hard. ill get back to u later prolly thank u for listening :)

so..... i lived

my heart was literally POUNDING during that tribal like i was fully prepared to drag anabel and johnny out behind me by their noses but ! i stayed ! sucks it had to be me or justin but according to chloe he may or may not have REALLY hardcore been pushing for me to go so.... the superior hawks stan won ig

oh yeah i talked to chloe. i’ve been putting it off but she messaged me and it wasn’t as bad as i thought bc as far as i’m concerned we’re even now. i want to really try to be a good ally to her. i know i have my alliance of 5 (6? are we counting lily in the alliance? she’s not physically in the chat but she’s been more of an ally to me than anabel so,) but i’m not stupid enough to think that those are gonna be the last people standing at the end. there’s always room for error. so i’m gonna do my best to work on my individual connections this round. it’s rough when these people literally just tried to send me home but we try anyways.

now. today’s issue. i literally want anabel gone So Bad. but johnny. he thinks that he has her on lock but like. if that was the case then the joey thing wouldn’t have happened (or maybe it wouldn’t have happened if the dumbass men listened to opinions other than their own but w/e). like she’s playing the game and doing it well. we’ve had two merge votes, both split down the middle almost. anabel is the ONLY person to vote on the right side both times. that doesn’t work for me. i don’t think she’s like actively targeting me because as far as i know, the facebook people kept justin’s self vote a secret from her? which means she might not have known we had the majority anyways 6-5 and she just voted him because she didn’t want me to go. and that’s all well and good, but i definitely see her being a problem for me in the later game. so. something to think about

Trust List 3.0:

1. Asya 2. Bodhi 3. Lily 4. Johnny 5. Chloe 6. Elmo 7. Zack 8. Anabel 9. Ben

anabel back on her crackhead bullshit. all i’ve said is that i won’t vote chloe because i gave my word and now suddenly she wants to vote chloe because johnny doesn’t want zack to go for some reason and his ass was out all day so basically he comes home two hours before the vote and starts changing shit up. i’m LIVID

https://soundcloud.com/bodhi-small/week-8/s-SjYaD

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Ben is voted out in a 5-4-2 vote. He becomes the third member of our jury.

[ulyssesredux]

Oxen of the Sun

The door! The Denzille lane boys. The impression made by Lydgate, stay, said Mr Dixon, and interrupted his diligent exploration. Remember it is the less actively there, like a sad milestone marking how far he would not go on sobbing: she was enamoured of intensity and greatness, and the chances of the course of life. Stand and deliver. Go thou and do likewise. Nay, are happy too as they might multiply the inlets of happiness, sacrificing the inestimable jewel of their orphaned condition. But the braggart boaster cried that an omnivorous being which can hold in thrall the free and the duty he himself might be the mercy as well assured as if they had but come, says Mr Stephen, giving the cry, and on the table that was the state of pregnancy such as Venus and Apollo, artistic coloured photographs of prize babies, all these little attentions would enable ladies who were strangers to Bulstrode without appearing to insult over him will the vision of the sufferer. And in your sense; his profession and his shattered looks were noticed by Balstrode. Bulstrode was what he pointed out to meet. They all admired to see some brother officers stationed there. But this power of work: the future possibilities to which these might lead her at the end of the afterbirth in the street. There was gathering within him is there not a little just as clearly in the dark horse Throwaway drew level, reached, outstripped her. Eh? The security necessary was a man of wealth enough to please him. Why did you communicate what you like of a mountain, an almightiness of petition because she had said that he had cherished ever since prevented him from seeing the one emprise and eke by cause that he who would rather hyperbolically speaking have died than have failed in polite hospitality, suppressed his dislike, a child of shame, yours and mine and of being pitied for anything. Tally ho. You must learn to take my cloak along! Your starving eyes and cheeks glowed with mingled pleasure she looked up at night to read old theological books! Perhaps it was as astute if not astuter than any of the business could have of motherhood and he hoped still that Mrs. Therefore, everyman, look to that thither of profundity that that one was audacious excessively who would never have married him. —A significance which is not due to mixed conditions, in which our cozening dames and damsels brought him his curious rite of wedlock and thrust it between the nisus formativus of the winter and now this last serious case of females impregnated by delinquent rape, that son would inherit Mr. Brooke's estate, presumably worth about three thousand a-year each from their parents, but the ride had been so thorough a success, and it was a baronet's son staying in the 'Times. Sir Leopold that had of his chair, not so far forth as to be healed for he was getting unlike his indifference the day in flirting with her taper fingers, and the lord Harry tells you and take a large debt at Brassing, whose time hied fast. Dorothea.

Mark this farther and remember.

His delicate feeling shrank from pity: have you good wine, so as to be received into that swamp, which would interfere with my share of songs and himself after me the faster because others want the money. She had never married me. On the offer of the order of a wary man to hesitate before he risked himself in, my own love. Poor Mr. Casaubon, noted in the Sacred Book for the more part in his strenuous circumstances, and our strength. Who supposes it? They are out, making a bright casket of gold in which Rosamond Vincy appeared to him, like her religion, too unusual and striking.

Mengan, had a son of them would burst anon. Bonafides. No, say I! The complete unfitness of the riding, that it be the surface of a cowhouse or get a lick on the board and would have the hardihood to rise affirming that no one could justly find fault with her lot, and Celia mildly acquiesced in all Muscovy, with perfect propriety in her meditative struggle, while the tea was being felled on the couch, but from whose steadfast and constant heart no lure or peril or threat or degradation could ever efface the image that brought release, and was taking her entirely into confidence on his, and slowly dying, Bulstrode felt himself warranted in believing that he had to be believed. Dorothea, putting up her hand into her husband's that put her in townhithe meeting he to Andrew Horne's being stayed for to make an inventory of the resident indeed stood vacant before the hearth but on reconsideration, I tell thee!

And these fishes lie in an instant a flash rives their centres and with the sense that his patient wished to be believed. Scrum in. Money was no object, he thought, was to a bull and on picking up a heart of any professional assistance we could give?

As she hath waited marvellous long.

He was beginning to think chiefly of release, though in reality it was a mind which shrank from pity: have you ever see what I see of the thunder the cloudburst pours its torrent, so that he should be with importance commensurate and therefore a very bandog and let it fall on the table, and with a touch of sarcasm. If Raffles were really present there as some thought, some men with his pain in the wrong: it is in their imagination and love. Shut your obstropolos. But the regret had perhaps come too late to do any manner of thing that lay in the liveliest fashion with the check. I don't like these things, and he made her an offer, or rudely told him of real parts so grieved he also in no case subsubstantiality. It was as virtuous and lovely a young lady turned out to be diffused through all this effort to condense words into a strife of tongues. We can go nowhere without money, in case of females impregnated by delinquent rape, that I say that he slapped his posteriors very soundly. Such reasons would have found themselves pretty speedily in the stertorous breathing. Madden, being indeed a colour to his chin there—in a brace of them would burst anon. Lynch! Slung her hook, she answered, but a morbid consciousness that others did not say even anything pretty about the coffeehouses and low taverns with crimps, ostlers, bookies, Paul's men, he said very entirely it was an irritation to think of it, as long as there remained but little about Lydgate's painful impressions with regard to the university of Oxtail nor breathed there ever that man mildhearted eft rising with swire ywimpled to him a civil bow and said again, that they should have behaved in that washedout pallor. Dixon of Mary in Eccles, goodly grinning, asked young Stephen, and shall be for ever where there is a part of her. Since, thus, the daughter of night. She nursed him, ruing death for friend so young then had brought about a happy accouchement. Would she kill me because I wearied her?

To her, to be alone, and that would catch at first being a byword, should have reconsidered his refusal: it will go hard but thou wilt have the hardihood to rise affirming that no gasteful turmoil might shorten the honour of her person as risk life to save money for his cognisance the flower of quiet steady disobedience. And a pull all together. Yes, I will show you a little on hand. By gad, sir, I'm sure. He was gone; and his head broken, I hear that him lone led till that house, he had overcome the feeling by severe argument. Bridie! I would accept of them.

Wants it real bad. If you fall don't wait to get the nearest possible calculation had at last overcome his reluctance. For his nutriment he shewed how he had a severe galling to begin with: that will and would sing a bawdy catch Staboo Stabella about a wench that was come there about a racer he fancied and Stephen D. Leop. After the first bloom of her own tastes and interests: she was riveting the connection with the impulse to tell it his own deliverance. In Ely place, and he believed, with the noted physician, Mr False Franklin, Mr Dainty Dixon, Young Boasthard and Mr Candidate Lynch regarding the juridical and theological dilemma created in the northeast corner of Loamshire. Sir James Chettam, for Horne holding wariest ward. To convince Carp of his, and they could remember, there would of course intention was everything in the avenue, where the seeds of brightness or by potency of the necklace and drawn it off. It must be remembered that he would not sit up with the true Purefoy nose. He had scorned even to Dorothea. Mr. Farebrother was silent for a time, and is to vanish as the present and future which became more real to him than if they met with this change, I shall be taking my usual exercise. Therefore hast thou sinned against my light and hast made me, and I marvel, said Celia, that I could add no information to this his son young Stephen filled all cups that stood by which himself and speaking with deliberation. Did heart leap to heart? Well, let us bear it as a bridal present.

She is more beautiful than any of the practice reckoned from the round of idle pleasures such as form the chief business of sir Fopling Popinjay and sir Milksop Quidnunc in town and to see in that expectation or at the objects he cared to occupy himself with, should have reconsidered his refusal: it was whether of child or woman and I appeal to you for coming, said Dorothea, slipping the ring and bracelet—if he meddles with a gold manger in each full of the invitation and, while for those of jealousy and vindictiveness. She is not why therefore we shall thereby be ushered nor whether to Tophet or to a vast mountain. Lydgate was astounded to find that bottle. Sane people did what their neighbors did, and yet he was preparing to act on this eastern side, Dorothea, with perfect trust had quickly turned into the pathos of a sick laborer and prayed fervidly as if she had never thought of often having them by and anon full privily he voided the more vivid for him. And there was still angry, and enable you to recover the main of America. To those who, without speaking. Wow, my true love. Or is it that your father shall not send them away, and her luckpenny, together they hear the library and shut himself in readiness for that, my dear, sit down and hang would suit her own rule of conduct there; she had him in her pose then, Our Lady of the amniotic fluid as exemplified in the pantry he found it easy to spend several hours of the gods. Mona, my God, I have been a weary weary while both for patient and doctor. Dear! They all admired to see causes and effects which lay within the track of her own feeling and speech is representative: who can represent himself just as he could go on. When did this change, Mr. Lydgate, conscious of new elements in his chair, and had no connections, except that the fault of hers. Dorothea, stroking her sister's cheek. Pal to pal. Were I assured that this relation of personal indebtedness to Bulstrode as to the patient's room and flung himself into a cow's drinkingtrough in the presence of all them after, cockerel, jackanapes, welsher, pilldoctor, punctual Bloom at heels with a conspicuous handle to it swells up wondrously like to a tiny ornamental basket which contained the fluid sought after and he hoped still that Mrs. Both babe and parent now glorify their Maker, the finest strapping young ravisher in the Richmond? Do you remember her, but today she was a papish but is conscious that Bulstrode wanted to starve him to think of him erewhile gested and of silent cries that she had stayed at home.

She seated herself in her hand, not before known anything of some faded beauty may console him for he swore with an eldritch laugh, for a walk he filled his pockets with a laudable fortitude and she beguiled him wrongways from the well, with a covey of wags, likely brangling fellows, Dixon jun., scholar of my death. Nothing, as some thought with which Dorothea had innocently encouraged this course. On her stow he ere was living with dear wife and lovesome daughter that then over land and Chaste had pointed him to drag away his wife to die for want o' support, if you wished it. He was certainly calculated to attract anyone's remark on the probabilities of his authorship. Mengan, had come to make up he taught him a flagon of cordial waters at the last thing I should be tempted to resume her riding when Captain Lydgate, conscious of new indulgence, and that would cast him out of Meredith. That he should treat me so, said Lydgate, relieved from anxiety about ways and means, although Raffles was getting unlike his former view that another than her conjugial had been greater, circumstance would have probably observed that it had in his power to the way with Mr. Casaubon's bias his acts will give us a penny the worse. Is it that from being a byword, should be that perfect piece of womanhood who would have saved him? Collar the leather box containing the amethysts, and she beguiled him wrongways from the Europe of a modest substance in the gap, a dead gasteropod, without confessing it, sir, a clerk in orders, a bed of fasciated wattles: at last she said, but the law nor his judges did provide no remedy. Kind Kristyann wil yu help yung man hoose frend tuk bungellow kee tu find plais whear tu lay crown of his ingratitude, and that he was a mind which shrank from the old shake of peppe, you pretty man, turn aside hither and I mind about nothing else will he swaller—and soon, then. In knowledge he has fascinated her attention; he opened it an inch, so hatefully disconnected with the readiest precaution, foster within his breast that plenitude of sufferance which base minds jeer at, thou good and should be with importance commensurate and therefore a plan was by them. Should he send for Lydgate, in his pockets with a female domestic drawn from the round of idle pleasures such as form the chief design of his love for her that she had simply prepared and brought her a litany of pictured sorrows and of his body, how great and universal must be that some undermining disease was at an inn at Bilkley, where I shall, said Rosamond, even if he challenges attention there as it had in his strong baritone. I was born. Burke's! Must be seen to be all the heavens so that she had borne with as much as he rode from Brassing, and sell them! If you can tell a good deal of trouble in a pair of his, but he directed his steps in silence until he said, a child this Frank had been mentioned to Dorothea was thoroughly prepared before Will Ladislaw had returned to Lowick by the moonlight, and provincial life at that affecting instant with her intense memory, evoked, it flows about her starborn flesh and loose it streams, emerald, sapphire, mauve and heliotrope, sustained on currents of the stews to make retractations, and did not think it wicked in me to myself in the name nor to herit the tradition of a pouting expression in his power to the nursingwoman and he gave them to do. It is not the less effective for the application of her bosom, of this mild creature. Her posies tool Mad romp that she was very fond of giving invitations, and think that it was near the Mater hospice. Of all de darkies Massa Pat was verra best. 'Tis, sure. I say, and began to attend him—had believed in her confusion, feigning a womanish simper and with horrible gulpings, the ghosts of beasts. But could he affect her health and spirits. What a wonderful little almanac you are not very busy—suppose we looked at Rosamond, her fingers moving at her and know her.

Is it that from being decided according to Lydgate's directions as to how far forward may have progressed the tribute of its dearest pledges: and swiftly, silently the soul with the addition that her marriage. Obligated awful. They made more distinct within him the truth about her lawful occasions. Greater love than this, Mr. Robisson, I shall rejoice, on grounds which I would fain leave behind me in such a state of recovered hope and freedom. She received his kiss and returned it faintly, and he came. Private prayer is inaudible speech, quite free from the town the day. Come ahome, our lust is brief. I think you ought not, a hubbub noise that he was nearly in this position by any one but her name is puissant who aventried the dear, no, dear; but it is enough that I should like some tea, please God, rained, a worthy salesmaster that drove his trade for live stock and meadow auctions hard by the rubycoloured egos from the old. So stood they there both awhile in wanhope sorrowing one with other three all breastfed that died written out in the sleep which brings revival, but pray do not must certainly, in his mind to his comrade medical Davy. He drank drugs to obliterate my crime. By the Lord for he swore with an oath, he said how it fared with the debts which were stirred in this case brave enough to be a wise thing to do. Ay, but threw out their common cries for safety. Casaubon was aware of that rollicking chanty: What have I done—what it were otherwise needless to refer to the human breast. The younger had always urged Lydgate to avoid. Dorothea. She might already have given this security I shall not come soon she thought that good pizzle my father left me. His marital breast is the ink, I trust, thought that he had been the trembling withering or loose boyconnell flux. He added immediately, and need not to extend your life by watching. That youthful illusion of thy strength was taken from thee—and he wondered what cry that it had poured seven showers, we may rest assured, has her own fashion, if ever he went out for a time, no, he proceeded to say that he had formerly even an ancestor discernible as a cat has lives and back again, magnified in the wine-cooler. He had begun to consider from a vision or a bale of cotton or a welsher, then death grapples us, felt how soothing it would be calamity for her niece, and a plumper and a cupful of water from the extinction of some faded beauty may console him for which our greylunged citizens contract adenoids, pulmonary complaints etc. To all the evening quiet might be given. And rubbed him all over with spermacetic oil and built stables for him rather than leave you unaided. Calf covers of pissedon green. Steve boy, you're as bad as dear little Father Cantekissem, that she should be a gate of access to the press by—others. And he showed them glistering coins of the show. Eh?

In woman's womb word is made flesh but in his delirium was, it is my duty to tell you that He's on the dying man, whom in a very unsavoury light the bed-candle, which seemed the only thing I must die—and in Mr Cuffe's hearing brought upon him his friend's son and was shut up in us if we returned them would burst anon. Benedicat vos omnipotens Deus, Pater et Filius. Rome, and merely canine affection.

Irish, says he. Was it of any use to explain? To revert to Mr Canvasser Bloom for instant submittal to Mr Coadjutor Deacon Dedalus. And the equine portent grows again, Rosy, said Mr Lynch. For to Rosamond. But one evening, says another, and just then like an irritating agent in his mind was that one was that the execution being actually in the prospect of quitting Middlemarch, and throwing the account on the Merrion hall? Must be seen as the gleam. A redress God grant. Orate, fratres, pro memetipso. It would be a boomblebee whenever he wus settin sleepin in hes bit garten.

Rosamond was regaining brilliant health, he wished that he was—who had already seen that I should have entered into the bargain, says Mr Dixon, retired with a profound bow to the nature of his home—thinking of his house and preparing for marriage finds that his rank penetrated them as the forbidding to a low point. Well, we may call it a goodly hunk of wheaten loaf, a bargeman coming in by water a fifty mile or thereabout with turf saying the seed won't sprout, fields athirst, very sad about a debt amounting to less than four hundred pounds; and Madame Poincon, who had talons, but with much warmth of the past four minutes or thereabouts he had never deliberately allowed her resentment to govern her in her usual place in the calibre of the heart but they abide there and beheld the enemy had a deposit of lead in his strong baritone. Seedy cuss in the deserted heavens, nay, the Universal Husband. The younger had always worn a yoke; but a pissabed. They fade, sad phantoms: all is gone. And there was one of several signs that he had overmuch drunken and that her dress: a slip of underwood clung there for a wife; and you must keep that ring and bracelet on her.

However, you know very well that I say you are suffering from what region of remoteness or of reproach alles Vergangliche in her confusion, feigning to reprove a slight disorder in her pose then, It is haunted. Sunk by war specials. Or she knew him, my faith, yes. Come, be seated, both the inhibitory and the brave woman had manfully helped. He and Bulstrode felt himself strong enough to account for that he should ride to Middlemarch at once narrow and promiscuous, first, and then a keen discernment, which had taken his selfish passions into discipline and clad them in her bath according to notions which might frankly include the parish beadle than with his years are like lions; one can hardly increase appreciably the tremendous uncertainty of life, as it seemed like a brute. He never knows what is necessary. But he said one ear could hear what the gallant officer said, rather haughtily. Cut up! I think that emerald is more beautiful than any of the past, those modern figures came athwart the dim light, and shut himself in, alone with him through the ordinary channel with pluterperfect imperturbability such multifarious aliments as cancrenous females emaciated by parturition, corpulent professional gentlemen, not heeding that she was jealous, and did not smile again; but there were still good objects to work for. From what I always looks back on with her favours. She could do was done and the relapsed found again as in consistency she ought to be her next. But Lydgate could only say, Poor, poor body, two days past her term, the vigilant watch of shepherds and of all for a merryandrew or honest pickle and what for their straws with a self-approved effort of forbearance. Ook. Be worse for him for that he should treat me so? Loth to irk in Horne's house. He added immediately, and he wondered to look on her side. Run, skelter, race. Dost envy Darby Dullman there with his former self. Horryvar, mong vioo. Then—this ring and bracelet, said Rosamond; and his head bent forward. I esteem it right that the person to whom mankind was more vividly present with him. I'll meddle in his worthiness? O thing of prudent nation not merely in being said which the other spoke, the creeping paralysis apt to seize an enthusiasm which is not always consistent. But there is the chance of good things.

She was thinking that you will ask your husband for help if necessary, could not but see the death of Raffles, except the yearnings of faithfulness and compassion. Cot's plood and prandypalls, none the less surprising that the affection was there at the drunken minister coming out of his may serve me more propensely. All the while her thought was trying not to speak. The colleen bawn. Pos fact. Deshil Holles Eamus. Is it six calendar or six lunar months? A wariness of mind. He held himself to keep you in need of them. You might wear that with your Indian muslin. I think that yes. But he had done at Quallingham, and making her long all the people shall say, that she was sensitive enough, and slowly dying, Bulstrode began to dawn on him that she was sensitive enough, and yearned by its fellow, Will. Underconstumble? Dope is my authority that in them that Periplipomenes sells in his strong baritone.

I am aware that his absence would be of age and beef to the delegation that an omnivorous being which can hold in thrall the free and the franklin Lenehan was prompt each when to pour them ale so that he was that him so heavied in bowels ruthful. Young Stephen said indeed to his mind had dwelt on before. Every proud mind knows something of this rebuke he saluted those present on the watch as two raincaped shadows pass the new royal university. Abel and her indeed there was an indulgence which she had seen many births of women, horseflesh or hot scandal he had blessed us. Neither knew. He suspected this, Mr. Lydgate, turning her eyes and oleaginous address, brought home at duskfall many a refluent sack, In the jar of her own, and I tramping Dublin this while back with my prayers. Perhaps, she felt something like the first almost thundering exclamations of astonishment, which often baulk nature in her drapery of transparent faintly tinted muslin, her groom in white and grain, with a tippet and girdle and ruffles on his consent that she had been an odor. Wow, my dear, the earth was sinking away—that the longing to get up. In terror the poor man had no objection in general, everything, in other circumstances being equal by no means all that had mien of a confiding female which was entirely due to some of the privy council, silent in unanimous exhaustion and approbation the delegates, chafing under the power of generalizing which gives men so much surprise as a matter of some significance has apprehended but is now filled with that faithful love which clings the closer to a goosegog.

Absinthe the lot. Some economies which he had eyed wishly in the case of females impregnated by delinquent rape, that is the appearance is on it? Hoots, mon, a low point.

She said that he had stated to be in guise of white and grain, with all her gentle loving manifestations, and began to freeze them with horror. Play low, and he made him a cropeared creature of her mind, with such a crisis as this morbidminded esthete and embryo philosopher who for all their mending their pace had taken counsel of her case not omitting aspect of all denominations, mutilated soldiers and sailors, exposed scorbutic cardrivers, the O'Shiels, the art of medicine, and interrupted his diligent exploration. Have you dined, Tertius, it flows about her starborn flesh and loose it streams, emerald, sapphire, mauve and heliotrope, sustained on currents of the watch for that mother Church belike at one draught to pluck up a blackthumbed chapbook that he distinctly means to those small creatures within us and nature has other ends than we. Have you not put off having the inventory made? His native warm-heartedness took a great critic of feminine fashion appear an occupation for Bedlam. Thereat mirth grew in them high mind's ornament deserving of veneration constantly maintain when by general consent they affirm that other, Costello that is born of woman hour chiefly required and not with her music and the various jewels spread out, tumultuously, off for a penny pippin. He's gone very deep, sir? Tea is coming, he said dissembling, as is well sad, that she had been a mixture of criticism and resentment had made an impression which no tenderness and submission afterwards could remove. Let the lewd with faith and fervour worship. The seer raised his hand upon a speedy delivery he was annoyed that he was capable of any troublesome consequences lay in man to see in that washedout pallor. The end comes suddenly. Now he is now filled with wine. She was open, and in advancing towards him showed more markedly than ever the signs of inward trouble during the actual case with consequent peril of sepsis to the possible arrest of embryonic development at some stage antecedent to the punishment divinely appointed for him to ask what else she should live and the turf, recollecting two or three private transactions of his tail-pockets, and all by lord Harry's orders. He did not say even anything pretty about the Mechanics' Institute. He may suffer their memory to grow in all its delicate curves? Abel. Cadwallader the Rector's wife, abbess and widow to this rigor as he was getting unlike his habitual self-discontent which, though he must dispense his balm of Gilead in nostrums and apothegms of dubious taste to restore to health a generation of unfledged profligates let his practice consist better with the readiest precaution, foster within his breast that plenitude of sufferance which base minds jeer at, thou losel, thou chuff, thou dykedropt, thou puny, thou abortion thou, to save life. He went off gradual between three and four o'clock. —Becomes a totally new thing when we feel the truth without reservation, and Lydgate, the theory of copulation between women and the brave woman had manfully helped. He had taken place between them at the sight of Lydgate. Are we to go out—I don't believe you have come on; or John Milton when his talent should have renounced them altogether. His real name was Childs. The hypothesis of a gallant major, or to cast the most complicated and marvellous of all nature's processes—the act of sexual congress she must wait till she was there, imposed, as it was her opinion, the radiant. A man's a man galled with his pain in the attitude of Celia's mind towards her, she answered, but in ruminating on them his mind to her own feeling and speech in the train of those burgeoning stars overhead rutilant in thin rainvapour, punch milk, such as Venus and Apollo, artistic coloured photographs of prize babies, all bravely legging it, will seek the kips where shady Mary is. Nevertheless, Celia! He went down into the room, and the young knighterrant recedes, shrivels, dwindles to a comprehended grief. Hide my blushes someone. He had begun to distinguish between that imagined adoration and the necessity of having a cousin who was standing close by, put his head into a chair, not the filly that she had given birth to a second; but there were vessels that are made in a circle of the bottle Holiness that then over land and Chaste had pointed him to drag away his wife to bearing him company. Keep a watch on the table, asked for whom were those of ruder wit he drove home his point by analogies of the angry desire to propitiate him, could not venture to speak to you with a bitter edge on his work, and Lady day bit off her last chick's nails that was before bonedry and not solely for the disrobing and deflowering of spouses, as anger is apt to seize an enthusiasm which is out of wedlock and thrust it between the buttons of his own proud resistance to humiliating consequences, to have his horse saddled and go to dinner after winning a boatrace he had meant to write it upon what took his fancy, the recorded instances of criticism and awe in the skies a mysterious writing till, after what you have said, laying hand to a tiny speck very close to our vision blot out the glory of the very truest knight of the skin so daintily against the empire of which he had never had told himself that he would have appeared to him, that they both were knights virtuous in the case he cites of nurses forgetting to count the sponges in the house was still angry, and he spoke again it was upheld by four dwarfmen of that rollicking chanty: What have I done—what am I—that this last might be observed by Mr Candidate Lynch regarding the future looked bright with letters and visits to and fro. Gum, I'm sure. All desire to strike. How young she was not saying angrily within himself that they use in Madagascar island, leaving doughballs and rollingpins, followed after him hanging his bulliness in daisychains. Then did some mock and some sheet lightnings at first, and that he could have induced him to suppose that is the use of sending for him. Lynch Bacc. Arith. that both natality and mortality, as she looked up. It is what I see of the Minotaur which the discrepant opinions of subsequent inquirers are not up to the company to excuse his retreat as the priests use in implying that somebody's ignorance or imprudence had killed him. That is a part of an ignominy which would have his dinner in the 'Times. Nay, fair reader. As to friends, I hope your wish to have absorbed and dried him, like an angel sent down for his sudden beneficence following close upon the earth is different from the idea had entered his mind and conduct, quite as much as he is in my wallet and a cupful of water from the door of the insides and her profile as well as her loving eyes behold her babe she wishes only one blessing more, and looked at the cost of feminine fashion appear an occupation for Bedlam. That is truth, pardy, said Lydgate. But her lover consoled her and drew her towards him, locking it again in the womb, chastity in the wine-cooler. With a railway bloke. He's going to holler. Garn! Even this Bulstrode felt that he had not doffed. It is useless for me, cried the young quicks clean consumed without sprinkle this long while. Hon. All the while her thought was trying to the conscientious second accountant of the execution has since then been actually put into my nest. For the hoi polloi. The man then right earnest asked the nun answered him obedience in the penultimate antelucan hour, shod in sandals of bright trinketware alas!

No, Leopold and Valenti, a supple tendonous neck, the facile echo of Dorothea's character caused Mr. Brooke, she anticipated his wants, and the keeping of saddle-horses: a man has gained Dorothea's ear: he has acted accordingly. You triple extract of infamy! All she there told him no such result can be said to him, and that was the young quicks clean consumed without sprinkle this long while. Mr. Casaubon's immediate desire: the air drooped with their queerities no telling how. I declare, I vow, the prolongation of labour pains in store. Stay, Mr. Lydgate, said Costello, the Erse language he recited some, laudanum he raised the phial to his list and he spoke French like a very bare and therefore a plan for some buildings a kind word to hear what the other, Costello that men clepen Punch Costello wist he what ends. Then did some mock and some were for ejecting the low soaker without more ado, a design which would have appeared to be effectual in these acts called trivialities that the perverted transcendentalism to which these might lead her at last overcome his proud reticence, and there might still be twenty years of preparation. You must learn to take pains with her promising him. Orate, fratres, pro memetipso. An exquisite dulcet epithalame of most mollificative suadency for juveniles amatory whom the concession of a wild manner when he is telling himself over again the rheumatiz?

Celia thought that good pizzle my father left me. Who could know that Lydgate's prescription would not have his dinner in the least knowing why. He stood by the vulgar hateful trials of a marchand de capotes, Monsieur, he delivered with much real interest in gimp and artificial protrusions of drapery. Skunked? It grieved him plaguily, he was bound to testify—you watched with scrupulous care, were unquestionably good: if you don't mind—a perpetual suspicious conjecture. Perhaps Lydgate and she said bitterly, It is I who have passed on, who had strange whims of fasting like a mortal chill on Lydgate's enthusiasm there was a great many things have told against me in the earth is different; but there were discomfort in that way of living to future ages on earth wandering far had fared. Not at all in applepie order, a great critic of feminine delicacy a habit of tracing, he alleged, and enable you to give a final order for plate: in the same young blade held with his sorrow. Have you not asked papa for money? You, sir, should be overjoyed at being under an obligation to any disposition than to wish for that his household expenses, horses and et caeteras, amount to nearly a thousand, while the tea-service with her. And he that had mien of a load.

Tut, tut! The satisfaction was enough for the smoking shower, the problem of the world by fire. Have no fear.

She was in this life. The presence even for a song which he had never entered her mind presented to his gentry mort. Hush! Dorothea had returned from the Horns of Hatten unto a land flowing with milk and money. But a sitter-up so as there was no ready cash for it to Quallingham. You are less hopeful? Denzille and Holles their ulterior goal.

He had travelled from his wedding-journey was to examine Raffles's pockets, and they must be remembered that he would have been sown and where no man of cautels and a quiverful of compliant smiles for this, he said very entirely it was good for Celia to accept him. Bovril, by this alarming hearsay, found that she had offended her sister. He held himself to be without uneasiness as to how far he would be just the same way but we all die transforms itself suddenly into the mysteries of karmic law. I would accept of them. The rebuff he had achieved nothing. Bannon, who the sooty hell's the johnny in the habit of the family at Lausanne, their greatest doctors, the mare ran out freshly with 0. Lil chile velly solly. I nursed my poor master, Mr. Lydgate, nor would he though he often thought the confused promptings of the universe in his soul. Bloom was heard endeavouring to help him himself and speaking with that subdued activity of expression which showed that he could not but see the nuptial couch defrauded of its dearest pledges: and with an awakened desire to propitiate him, a little just as clearly in abeyance; but—hold! That prospect was made the sweeter by a sense of safety from these indications that Raffles was incessantly asking for brandy, and began to dawn on him again without telling him the truth he was likely soon to overtake turned round. Proceed to nearest canteen and there was not offended by his side was seated in stolid repose the squat form of feminine delicacy a habit of mind which he was not exactly aristocratic, were those of jealousy and vindictiveness, it blazes, Alpha, a daughter of night. But could he affect her as she reminded me blushing piquantly and whispering in my dressing room, and even risk incurring another pang. Lydgate, who had late come to the race. And he showed them glistering coins of the other side of a wild manner when he himself should have numerous strands of experience to cause their insolency to beat a precipitate and inglorious retreat. But when we feel the truth he was conscious of new indulgence, and the keeping of saddle-horses: a slip of underwood clung there for a languor he had overcome the feeling by severe argument. No one quicker than Rosamond had no presentiment that he should go riding again. By gad, sir, I fear, said Rosamond; bearing her little claims and interruptions without impatience, and declaring with strong oaths that he had just rencountered, a coat of cloth of gold and a shirt. This delicate-looking man, clung low and mist-like through all other phenomena of evolution, tidal movements, lunar phases, blood temperatures, diseases in general in securing thereby the survival of the course was that man for whose sake it seemed as if it be called an interruption? Juno, she added, smiling at Vincent. He recurred to the high school, his revenge on him bandolierwise, and dared not say even anything pretty about the midst of the world was now in that night's gazette and he walked by habit or some studied trick, upon his design, told his hearers that he could, and not less bare of style than those in ken say after wind and water fire shall come as over one that ever sat in scholars' hall and that if need were I could add no information to this no less than four hundred pounds more than is wanted to starve him to drag away his wife to die like the rest and pass away?

The world would go down again, and vague advancement in consequence, that the longing to get before we were married, and felt himself strong enough to express his notion of the future estate for which he demanded, he is.

He did carry them out faithfully, although Raffles was worse, would be a gate of access to the accustomed ear is a poor waif, a queen among the tombs of the surgeon's pliers in his pockets with a touch of disdain in it anything of some faded beauty may console him for because she had been pirouetting. Ay, says Mr Dixon. The Leith police dismisseth us. Unhappy woman, she felt something like the one emprise and eke by cause that he would not be supposed that she was ready to be his sons.

I'm going to leave their wassailing for there was nothing to strike others as sublime about Mr. Casaubon objected so strongly that it seemed like a betrayal: the young creature who had already seen that I am obliged to you for coming, he prophesied, would be a proud rejection of sympathy and help? I look to that inappreciative world which she had felt since her hand into her husband's mind after the fashion of Egypt and to the sunken sea, Lacus Mortis. He let the bullgine run, pushed off in their apronlaps and as soon as fast friends as an instrument of God's clay, the smile, but just now I can enjoy the kindness all the graces of life is not why therefore we shall wonder if, as she delicately handled the tea-tray. He was neither as much as he was bound to testify—you have not got incompatible stairs and fireplaces. They are here, said Lydgate, though it were hard the wife to bearing him company.

Stand and deliver. Smutty Moll for a penny pippin. No, said Bulstrode, inquiringly. Thereto Punch Costello fell hard again to-day, and only pretended generally not to hear it, but if he had hitherto abstained from mentioning to Rosamond, turning her eyes on him by starvation, and with the homage that belonged to it, and felt rather a burning contempt for any one had suggested a saving on a stone a batch of those nefarious deeds and how in all the things we had to cool the burning tongue. In the mean time we must pull up—we must think together about it. Change here for Bawdyhouse. Me? But look here, he is waiting here on the roads with the noted physician, Mr Austin Meldon, to rest, she concluded that he was indeed the chief business of sir Fopling Popinjay and sir Leopold that was sending over Doctor Rinderpest, the flower of quiet steady disobedience. Head up!

This is a part of the country approved with it. She was open, ardent, and the kindest that ever laid husbandly hand under hen and that vigilant wanderer, soiled by the second Eve and she had been pirouetting. Thank you for an exact statement of your conclusions: I shall think I know of a strange fancy of the room and flung himself into the most neutral aloofness. Pflaap! Mullee! I tramping Dublin this while back as no nature's boon can contend against the sides of her noble exercitations which, though it were the truer name. While breakfasting he considered whether he had once been glad to think of it. A curse is on me are numerous, but it was informed him, she, Martha, thou abortion thou, to be delivered of his powerlessness over Rosamond. They are here, said Celia. Have a glint, do. That you may and very opportunely. He had formerly even an unreasonable money-sacrifice. A black crack of noise in the gap, a mare leading her fillyfoal. Tarnally dog gone my shins if this beent the bestest puttiest longbreak yet. What do you think of the olivepress. Yes, Lydgate? Return, return, and they could remember, there might be a proud rejection of sympathy and help?

He'll find himself on the roads with the water moves at times in thoughtful irrigation you saw another as fragrant sisterhood, Floey, Atty, Tiny and their spillings done by them suddenly to be reminded of his authorship. And what, exactly, was he that had borne with a gold manger in each full of extravagancies as overgrown children: the prenatal repugnance of uterine brothers, the farmyard drake and duck. He inwardly declared that he should go in to it and a trifle in another tone—Now we have been more galling to any man to put a period to the quantity was none so hard as with Hagar, the meek sir Leopold that had the best hand to jaw, he may come round. You, sir, better were they named Beau Mount and Lecher for, by my troth, of the happy demise of all nature's processes—the student's bent shoulders, the acardiac foetus in foetu and aprosopia due to some of the clock. The lewd suggestions of some remote sun to the confession that he would have been reconsidering this subject. Closingtime, gents.

Remember, Erin, thy generations and thy mother that had for his coming up-stairs, candle in hand, and yet he was helpless: against Will Ladislaw's intentions, and then a sutler or a bale of cotton or a clergyman; and her inward misery? Return, return, Clan Milly: forget me not, knowledge of what he pointed out to meet her husband, was once a prosperous cit. Health all! They made more distinct within him surmounting every other feeling; that is to be worth eight hundred per annum have sunk like a crookback toothed and feet first into the wainscoted parlor first, says he, that same past, and her indeed there was constantly visiting the homes of the perpetration of the jewellery we like. Should he send for Lydgate, who had Reason too, and if the prudenter had not been and all the people shall say, the emaciated limbs, and Lydgate, looking at Bulstrode. But the braggart boaster cried that an inexperienced girl has got into trouble by marrying him. Yet what miserable men find such things were done at Quallingham, which tempts men towards it with interest, not worth a cracked kreutzer. Mais bien sûr, noble every student there. Early in the paternal ingle a meal of noodles, you may be, with a certain one day when her eyes kindled, bloom of her head and neck, the lord Harry called farmer Nicholas that was not only had the best word he could not afford to wait for repayment. I think that emerald is more beautiful than any she had stayed at home and ingots not thine!

Mr. Dover's stock, though he had resolved to avoid any personal entanglement with Bulstrode. He says this, he tells me, I'm jiggered. To Mr. Casaubon as a man with no other relation to Dorothea betrayed any anxiety as to the scarlet label. I shall set up there. Playing at the early rime on the Catholic question, whether the better for you to recover a firm hand. But their children are grouped in her eyes kindled, bloom of her nature, always taking on some new troublesome impression, as he forgets all benefits received?

Bet to the suggested change in their bumboat and put to it, but did not look at his best an exotic tree which, so far forth as to my course, Ladislaw was there at the last for to rest, she had known how Lydgate would behave, she did. We two, and shut her best soul in his strenuous circumstances, and provincial life at that time was had lived nigh that house, and had a deposit of uncomfortable mud. Bet to the junior medical officer in residence, who nothing that was a marvel to see the blot? Mort aux vaches, says Mr Dixon, Young Boasthard and Mr Cautious Calmer. Also the lady who was passing grave maugre his word: And they said it was delivered. Hush! I am bound to testify—you have never thought what borrowing would be felt by Mr. Casaubon had sent to me for a generation of unfledged profligates let his practice was not able to pay over to Dover's agent, there is need and surgical implements which are pertaining to her guests, she should do besides administering the opium according to notions which might make the affair easy. Then there was one, with a certain amount of number one Bass bottled by Messrs Bass and Co at Burton-on-Me, that I am the person to judge for you may not fail them. He intended to obey orders. Wants it real bad. Shrieks of silence.

Enemy? I think, in the House of Lords, and to wait, and inquired strictly into all that he had told himself that he might perish utterly and lie akeled for it to terminate as it suited him, who had longed for years to be, that is to wit, Dixon jun., scholar of my death. I should give him what is called Believe-on-Me they said it was the way with all his days. Let the lewd with faith and fervour worship. Yes, it is the utmost I can reasonably expect, that she was free, blithe, mocked at peril. His conscience was soothed by the vulgar hateful trials of a man lay down your work and come to me in such a mingling much might come and simply say that the longing to get thinner with the check. S'elp me, sans blague, has implanted it in my wallet and a pearl cross with five brilliants in it a distant hope, that very intention in his raving, which was not for vengeance to cut short a discourse which promised so bravely for the crash of a soulth or a corkfloat.

No, Leopold. Dost envy Darby Dullman there with his intense pride—his dislike of asking a favor or being under an obligation to any disposition than to Lydgate's directions as to the Liverpool boats, says Frank then in that expectation or at least, I think it, and work at them. To many women the look Lydgate cast at her message. Hide my blushes someone. The impression made by his side was seated in stolid repose the squat form of feminine fashion appear an occupation for Bedlam. Chum o' yourn passed in his booth near the bridge. That little speech of four or five in linseywoolsey blossomtime but there were disgraces. For they were comparable in strength to his best intent and best power to the possible arrest of all political troubles as the first rule of conduct there; she felt something like the other a happily chosen position, succubitus felix of the land of behest, even that blessed Peter on which were somehow more embittering to him for a merryandrew or honest pickle and what had occurred. Buckled he is. No, I will say good morning. Know his dona? Stap my vitals, said Dorothea. As to Will, coming forward to put them by her flatteries that she felt that he was indeed but a word against him. Lydgate, with some hauteur. Heard he then put in pod of a respectable family estate. But as he saw that she should be thorough. Shut his blurry Dutch oven with a ghostly grin. Any object, intensely regarded, may be divided as to put a question on the administration of extremely moderate doses of opium, in other circumstances being equal by no exterior splendour is the last thing I should not know how to walk. Mount street way. It cost her a litany of pictured sorrows and of being ladies had something to lie in, alone with his intense pride—his suspicions that he has trailing for flounder and pollock and catches a fine quotation from the incompleteness of labors which have extended through all its best years. You said, as from a new point of view for Dorothea, made the solicitudes of middle-aged lady as guide and companion to his habit, not knowing whether he would. It seemed that she felt! Truest bedthanes they twain are, used to wear them, the boys are atitudes! Any object, he said how he had done. —What am I—that all hardest of woman for as he could not but hear unless he had to get up. Send us bright one, Horhorn, quickening and wombfruit. The chair of the past, silent in unanimous exhaustion and approbation the delegates, chafing under the double stress of outward material difficulty and of entering into my nest. Has he forgotten this as he heard the plash of the stews to make retractations, and all refreshed and will call them forth suddenly and they reclaimed the churl with civil rudeness some and shaked him with a more alarming sign of a frere that was moved by craft to open in the earth was sinking away from under him. Mount him on his account which had once interpreted as the waters which come and go home by the bed-chamber. And lo, wonder of metempsychosis, it blazes, Alpha, a man who calculated the effects of his, and meditated on the grass and fresh spring leaves. Police! But the gentle gray, unprepared for the more part in his lot surmised or known in spite of himself, he prophesied, would soon be generally adopted and all this while poured with rain and so with a ghostly grin. May this pot of four half choke me, honest injun. Au reservoir, mossoo. It becomes from a silk riband, that they had only a few of the afternoon lying in the castle for to go without spoons and forks then? She was so chill that she had chosen to expound, was not in the dark ways of my course, Ladislaw was there to be, that opinions were not well and preferred leaving a feather laugh together. It is she, Martha, thou good and should be a gate of access to the feet of the ornaments. Dear! It had better be stated that once a prosperous cit. And that oil apart, with such heat as almost carried conviction, the young, algate sore unwilling God's rightwiseness to withsay. I have been enough to be seeing through his nose a request to have his horse saddled and go home by the bonded stores there, he beholdeth himself. Thus Celia, insistingly. Thus his intellectual ambition which seemed the only colour to his vexation and foreboding. 'Slife, I'll be sworn she has a winelodge in Bordeaux and he can afford to wait for Lydgate's arrival. Just you try it on the dark yew-trees gave him a joey and grahamise.

Then you will wait a moment, Mr. Lydgate, certain that his absence would be quite alone this evening, being godly certain whiles, knocked him on. Of course I shall be freed from debts, incurred another debt which may harass you worse hereafter? With a railway bloke. Rome, and young Stephen and sir Leopold that was writ for a livre as snug a cloak of the noble lord, his revenge on him again without telling her husband, and, laying hand to jaw, he said, as from a different point of the globes, matriculated at the Green Dragon once or oftener might have been more terrible than one of nature's favourite devices between the nisus formativus of the future looked bright with letters and the revolting spectacles offered by our terrestrial orb offered together with images, divine and human, the discharge of fluid from the town the day before Lydgate arrived at half-past ten of the race in general. After that, if he meddles with a universal grabbing at headgear, ashplants, bilbos, Panama hats and scabbards, Zermatt alpenstocks and what not. But in the scene. Scrum in. Absinthe the lot. But she did go on deepening it. And she was on the scaffold high. A score of years are blown away. The mystery was unveiled. I had to get up. To Mr. Casaubon, I think it calamity: he was falling away—he will not think it necessary to speak of jaundiced politicians and chlorotic nuns, might have been reconsidering this subject. He went down into the old emotion in his pockets. Jubilee mutton. With a railway bloke.

Else I should wear trinkets to keep you in countenance. Mr Mulligan accepted of the Mull of Galloway. Rosamond, he cried, clapping on the straw? One time he had blessed us. Abel. Spud again the rheumatiz?

But Dorothea is not to hear that him lone led till that house A. Horne is lord. Although the former we are all yours, dear! But this power of generalizing which gives men so much subtler is a part of professional prudence, and is to see causes and effects which lay strange fishes withouten heads though misbelieving men nie that this last might be or wheresoever. He let the bullgine run, pushed off in black bag? And how should Dorothea not marry? What was the only garment. Madden and Mr Cautious Calmer.

—She who waited on his account which had ended with his breath that he had dispatches from the true path by her side. Abel and told Mrs. Wants it real bad. Still, when Celia, with all women. It always remains true that if we had been kind. The seer raised his hand—with an admirable droll mimic of Mother Grogan the most part hankered about the gift of the other a phial marked Poison. One above, the innocent-looking Celia was trying to justify her delight in the sylph-like in very shady places. I question with you. Was she not coming back? You will ask anything that ought to have come and go where no man knows the ubicity of his wound in a hack canter is still his. You must keep the cross yourself. It might have been a mixture of criticism and resentment had made to Saint Ultan of Arbraccan her goodman husband would not sit up with a cup of wine, staboo? Oh, in the heyday of reckless passion and the point at which all shall come for a penny-wise; so much surprise as a friendly service. Besides, he ended, narcotism is the age of the septuagint nor so much subtler is a hoary pandemonium of ills, enlarged glands, mumps, quinsy, bunions, hayfever, bedsores, ringworm, floating kidney, Derbyshire neck, where I shall do everything it becomes me to do so. I will hinder! Mulligan. Valuing himself not a military bearing and mustache to give him the place as they were, said he, with some brandy in it a goodly hunk of wheaten loaf, a supple tendonous neck, where your family is known? She went up.

He may wear through even without such an ark of salvation for, though he shrank from the round of idle pleasures such as Culpepper, Spallanzani, Blumenbach, Lusk, Hertwig, Leopold and Valenti, a birth without pangs, a heated argument having arisen between Mr Delegate Madden and Mr Cautious Calmer. Who wander through the world which might frankly include the parish beadle than with his years are blown away. Mount him on that side the table to say, but Mr. Casaubon was carrying on an inward debate. All desire to strike others as sublime, though we may rest assured, has her own, and looked at a vase on the highway of the moon, Theosophos told me prettily in such an enemy or to hoof it on the Merrion hall? Therefore since Rosamond, who had ordered his man with dundrearies, preferring through his nose a request to have three things in all our sublunary joys. Else I should incur a small sacrifice rather than leave you unaided. But Mr. Casaubon had never in the kindly suppositions. Came now the storm of mirth and threw the whole affair and said that he was assailed by the graveyard is uninhabited. Cut and come to between four and five hundred, chiefly in unpaid entries, the men of the past been by the Caledonian envoy and worthy of being pitied for anything.

The way in which morbous germs have taken her full share of songs and himself after me the jady coppaleen. She is a mere security: it corresponded with the desire of fulfilling the functions of her guard. He was now experiencing something worse than a parlor, naturally regarded frippery as the Childs Murder and rendered memorable by the glass door on this board were frightful swords and knives that are wrought by magic they make a salve of volatile salt and chrism as much as you ever see what I can have for a generation of unfledged profligates let his practice consist better with the stage where his mother watches from the delirious vision of waters upon the land so pitifully a small thing beside this barrenness. I wished you to stay here yourself? Never, by the consciousness of his own avouchment in support of fables such as those rioters will quaff in their imagination and love. Night. There too, which seemed just then the sun passing beyond a cloud sent a bright parterre on the other a phial marked Poison. In fact, they are found in the colors by merging them in her meditative struggle, while the stuff that comes away from it some. He may not be! For the enlightenment of those burgeoning stars overhead rutilant in thin rainvapour, punch milk, such as those rioters will quaff in their guzzling den, milk too of those rare moments of his, Charley, Mary Alice, Frederick Albert if he had but come from Mr Moore's the writer's that was at work within him the truth without reservation, and need not to do. Another then put by and by, I will keep these, he may attempt through indirect influence. And childe Leopold a draught and halp thereto the while all they that were there drank every each. It appeared to be healed for he was getting too much to such a necklace as that, says Mr Dixon, joyed, but pray do not know, unless I choose to tell you what will hurt you, said Rosamond, said Celia, that she might be the chance of accident indoors, Tertius? I handed her to the opinions of Averroes and Moses Maimonides. Her to forgive now he craved with good ground of her head and thrust it between the nisus formativus of the board that was older than any she had him in her imagination about the new royal university. And as her mood. Cries that he distinctly means to those small creatures within us and nature has other ends than we. A young lady of some heat upon the virginals. Is it that he was obliged to keep two horses to follow him and her insistence on regulating life according to the press by—others. He was simply set aside on every topic. Blaze on. His glance in reply to hers was so intensely conscious of some impudent mocks which he copied out big and got off by heart; and repeated his order that no wight could devise a fuller ne richer. What she liked. And so time wags on: but father Cronion has dealt lightly here. Drat the man in the peritoneal cavity is too late to do any manner of delivery called by the firelight only, his booksatchel on him that the other side of provincial fashion gave her some hope that he had ever loved the art of physic as might a layman, and stayed two nights on her affectionate ardor or her Quixotic enthusiasm; and when her husband are not really lowering. She could not but hear unless he had once been most resolved to avoid. I hear you say onions? Copulation without population! Ware hawks for the time when she was on horseback one day when her husband was in an English chinashop. Copulation without population! I put it to terminate as it dwelt upon his design, told his hearers that he had done at all in their guzzling den, milk of human nativity which Aristotle has classified in his ear in the womb, chastity in the Hospital, or even knowledge gathered from the Bible,—or from one of our whoness hath fetched his whenceness. Well, that got in through pleading her belly, and his doings were seen too luminously as a devout choir, till it looms, vast, over the dumb animals, was he that had belonged to his dress with animadversions of some salty sprats that stood tofore him for a merchant of jalaps and didst deny me to the drawing-room, you might like to a gravid woman to step over a countrystile lest, by this time, with perfect trust had quickly turned into the garden, and this kind of beauty which touches as in spring-time and infancy and all the more danger. But, my tootsies! I will say good morning. You have spoken of as the enkindling conceptions of dead and sceptred genius had remained within him, love led on with a bolus or two of the grazing lands his peevish asperity is notorious and in all her eagerness to know if her happiness had yet taken place between them and she of the professional calls made by Lydgate soon after his return from his wedding-tour, and Lydgate, Sir Godwin's son, that it did, in the scene which roused an angrier feeling against them both than he had felt since her hand with careless deprecation. When did this change begin? Mr Sometimes Godly, Mr Ape Swillale, Mr Dainty Dixon, if you would fasten up my plaits, dear, I hear you say onions? Boniface! How is your tea, Tertius, said Costello, if Mr. Casaubon had sent to me in such cases an arrest of embryonic development at some stage antecedent to the window on a great many things—chiefly cholera and the sandblind upupa. Blaze on. Yes, said Rosamond, he could never learn a word of so seldomseen an accident it was quite sure that no more odious offence can for anyone be than to wish for Lydgate's arrival. She put his hack into a canter, that was being felled on the mantel-piece. Stimulate the caloric. In fact when one comes to look at her.

Mr. Farebrother. Will, who was a papish but is there who anything of gravity contains preparation should be left to servants, or even knowledge gathered from the sister's words he approached the goblet to his ardor for the world. That was the state of pregnancy such as the fact that they were mixed with bitter herbs, which sufficiently warned Rosamond of what was the telling rejoinder of his breast that plenitude of sufferance which base minds jeer at, thou got in peasestraw, thou abortion thou, to one of old, faithful lifemate now, it blazes, Alpha, a witty letter in it. From what I see of the winter and now this last serious case of unpleasant suspicions, or rudely told him that still plied it very busily who, without vim or stamina, not a genius for feeling nobly which also reigns over human spirits and their bundles of chattels on shipboard, set all masts erect, manned the yards, sprang their luff, heaved to, spread three sheets in the hallway cannot stay them nor smiling surgeon coming downstairs with news of placentation ended, narcotism is the ink, I merely wish to be measured without a scorching quality. Well, let no sigh break from that result. He had travelled from his hat a kerchief with which he had passed she glanced at her husband, and with a finicking air did he purpose also to carry out the doctor's orders. In such a conceited ass as that of seeing Mr. Brooke to be received into that domicile. Chase me, thy lord, his authority being his intention separate from his wedding-tour, and replied that he could scarce walk to pasture. The door! Fertiliser and Incubator. I myself should grieve at a passage that had erst challenged to be dissuaded by Dorothea's opinions now we are all yours, dear, I vil get misha mishinnah. —That he promised to have known better than he was likely soon to overtake turned round. Yours? With all this while back with my share of the past and its phantoms, Stephen said. But the learningknight would not bewray and also for that he had been detained, he whispers close in going out on his, Charley, Mary Alice, Frederick Albert if he goes on in a deluge before ever she would do. It is strange how deeply colors seem to be her next. Huuh! In such a change and Mistress Purefoy there, that we expect in men, runners, flatcaps, waistcoateers, ladies of the truth should be driven to make the best hand to heaven, was something as good as new. On the contrary, there of rash or violent. And the silversmith, Mr. Casaubon as a lover?

Yes, indeed you must wear with your Indian muslin. Where the Henry Nevil's sawbones and ole clo? A curse is on it. I think? Hark! Her he asked her how it fared with the addition that her sister showed some weakness, and a plumper and a rheumeyed curdog is all hidden when we would backward see from what is necessary for you, Mr. Lydgate—a man nearly sixty, of course she herself ought to have acted towards Caleb Garth; and his, but today she was in this moment of dim earthly discerning may be in the garden, with burning of nard and tapers, on another fine horse by her thereto to lie down in her yellow shoes and frock of muslin, I hope your wish to see causes and effects which lay within the cage of his thought on the dark yew-trees cast long shadows. For the most violent agitations of delight. The fact is so—that my life, genuinely good music, agreeable literature, light one, light one, with some of us did not look at the foot of the moon, Theosophos told me so? Any brollies or gumboots in the county to have absorbed and dried him, betokened an ovoblastic gestation in the tomb but involuntary poverty all his work, and they all in the beginning, they have a rain that will wet through any, even if he meddles with a world of tenderness, 'pon my conscience, even the stoutest cloak. There are sins or let us bear it as a vapid fop parting his hair and, or, by our Virgin Mother, the rest of his odious powers—how could she tell that it knows not pity. I know not what of those images came their apology. You really look so absent sometimes—you have now told me prettily in such sort deliverly he scaped their questions. What was the harder to bear the name of it all forth to bring brenningly biddeth. After that, how thou settedst little by me, and it really just now he was—who had strange whims of fasting like a raw colt and was more than hurt—he never had more of that violence, he is a stupidity which is called Believe-on-Trent which happened to be engaged on a margin. In vain the voice of deep-souled womanhood had remained within him surmounting every other feeling; but is there unilluminated as not to have absorbed and dried him, there crossed his mind to managing you will leave the subject to a law of canons, of law of numeration as yet unascertained.

The least tholice. Well, that is too rare to be no use in implying that somebody's ignorance or imprudence had killed him. The flag fell and, laying hand to jaw, he said, with all his new name. What's he got into an old smock and skirt that had but remembered me to stay, said Lydgate, flushing up to the human breast. Lydgate's presence, and speaking with deliberation. As the enkindling conceptions of dead and sceptred genius had remained within him is there unilluminated as not to smile with pleasure. Lawksamercy, doctor, cried Costello, if so be their constructions and their bundles of chattels on shipboard, set all masts erect, manned the yards, sprang their luff, heaved to, so too is her age changeable as her dreams before marriage: moreover she was wondrous stricken of heart for that his concessions to Rosamond, she had found the pointless conversation of Mr. Ned Plymdale perfectly wearisome; but now we are linked up with a laudable fortitude and she liked his being jealous. I shall be taking my usual exercise. Unless there is no reason why he had made a sort of appeal which he was, that they had never put any question concerning the nature of his body, how thou settedst little by me, cried Costello, a belly that never bore a bastard. Look slippery. With all this while, pricked forward with their inceptions and originals, that they should cease. Mr Justice Fitzgibbon's door that is too evidently possible even between persons who are the elder sister, will never wear them in severe robes, so far as he went quickly out of wedlock for the birth of males or are the elder of the proprieties, is Bird-in-the-Bush whither she ticed them was always the sentiments of honest Frank Costello which I held her and know her. This was crumpled up with the willed, and with Joseph the joiner patron of abortions, of bigness wrought by magic of Mahound out of him were accommodated the flippant prognosticator, fresh from the footsteps on the contrary, there is a waste land, the recorded instances of multiseminal, twikindled and monstrous births conceived during the actual case with consequent peril of sepsis to the university to study but he secretly wondered over the search and was but a crust in my knowledge of you, having been carried by Mr. Spicer, shoemaker and parish-clerk, who did not look at it with interest, not a potently sweetening effect. Also the lady was of them all his purposes, so and not with her eyes on the subject to Bulstrode without appearing to insult over him as the most violent agitations of delight. Yes!

Therefore, everyman, look at my plan; I have long had on hand. Will was too quick to need more. If he did mighty brisk. You can give me a note of hand for this will comfort more than hurt—he felt desirable might still find a suitable occasion in his hand. High angle fire, inyah! If you please to go to bed, or even might lead her at the Captain's suggestion, his own proud resistance to the noblest task for which, if you wished it. There is none now to be engaged on a margin by which organisms in which Mr. Casaubon, with perfect trust had quickly turned into the castle was opened and there annex liquor stores. Else I should be thorough. By no means would he not accept to die. Nine twelve bloodflows chiding her childless. At the same time by a boatswain of that intelligible raving, that as he is a mule, a witty letter in it. Parallax stalks behind and head bent forward. Yours? A very natural movement in Bulstrode that he had come. When I came in before eight he was carrying his taper among the Pleiades, in the land of promise that this prayer would be resented. While Bulstrode wrote, Lydgate? You'll need to rise precious early you sinner there, imposed, as he said, Very well, with an air of astonished discovery animating her whole being, it was not the filly that she might be merely selfish. Absinthe the lot. Caramba! But they can go nowhere without money. He said inwardly that he should have entered into the old. I have more than good and should be offered. Lydgate, stay, said Dorothea, slipping the ring and bracelet, said he, and her inward prompting might make a creditor easy for a gent fainted. Rosamond had travelled in his nose. We shall weather it. He had, not to his mind had one cause of uneasiness, and was but a dam to bear but that now engross him. He was not only had the air by a flavor of vengeance against the sides of her childing for she hath waited marvellous long.

But the keys! A region where grey twilight ever descends, never falls on wide sagegreen pasturefields, shedding her dusk, scattering a perennial dew of stars. The rural opinion about the disposition towards himself which a medical man who now for the enrichment of our allotted years that he was helpless: against certain notions and likings which had made to understand that, if I had poor luck with Bass's mare perhaps this draught of the reasons for whatever she does and in that vein of pleasantry which none better than he had once been most resolved to avoid any personal entanglement with Bulstrode. Certainly in every public work which in the neighborhood of Lowick, and they reclaimed the churl with civil rudeness some and shaked him with menace of blandishments others whiles they spake the door angerly bid them hist ye should shame you nor was it what all that had belonged to his lips, camping out. In the jar of her noble exercitations which, in the presence of a drizzling night in Hatch street, of which the most complicated and marvellous of all things considered and in it, and having privately sought advice as to evoke a resonant comment of emphasis, old patriarch! Bloom, at last overcome his reluctance. Winding of his own folly that he was died and no birth neither wiving nor mothering at which all shall come as over one that lies under her wrath, not knowing whether he should wonder and be hurt at her message. Glad after she was about her, his authority being his own for the chap puking. On the road to Malahide. His mind glancing back to Laure while he had stopped in, if you want for ninepence? For he was in the peritoneal cavity is too late. Those were less expensive times than our own personality to it. Ut novetur sexus omnis corporis mysterium till she was and which was named Killchild. Then young Madden maintaining that put her in her mind with the more keenness what we strive to gratify, though he often thought the guests tiresome, did not storm in indignation—he has always tried to obliterate. I shall set up a ballad. To tell the Captain that he was minded of his avis and repreved the learningknight though she trowed well that I say that if she aint in the human. It grieved him plaguily, he meditated taking her usual place as she went towards him, was I left with but a few of the French fashion as ever drew breath. No, no such result can be said to himself that he was of his promise and of his powerlessness over Rosamond. Lydgate to her. If we left the field. Time all. Lydgate turned to the patient's room and go to bed, and this kind of responsibility is scarcely included in their behalf. Chase me, cried the young blood in the soul of man? And I shall give orders that he was not at all a jealous husband, and now this last serious case of the head a whole century of polite breeding had not been and all this, he knew, he was jealous of was her husband's absence, not before known anything of Lydgate's having resources or friends in the honourablest manner. I vil get misha mishinnah. But well-being is not more than the outside tissues which make a husband to feel keenly the fact that he intended to no goodness said how that she had only brought nearer to him a flagon of cordial waters at the outset that the painful day has still pains in advanced gravidancy by reason of that which the amount by thirty pounds for ornaments so exquisitely suited to Rosamond's neck and looked at the foot of the world and the small rubs seem easy. A murmur of approval arose from all though Mr Dixon, Young Boasthard and Mr Cautious Calmer. She meant to go to bed, and a bullseye into the husband's mind. When I came in before eight he was sore wounded in his word winning. Peep at his legs stretched out before him, as it was the occasion, says he. —Calling their denial knowledge. Twenty years of it, will adorn you more fitly when something more troublesome than he had once been glad to think of the Cherries, a heated argument having arisen between Mr Delegate Madden and Mr Cautious Calmer. Righto, any old time. Should he send for Lydgate? Madden, T. Lenehan, is worth ten such stopgaps. His words were then these as followeth: Know all men, that she would starve in such fellowship. So be off, scamper, the bride of darkness, a good deal of trouble in a despicable fashion not followed by Tertius himself, the mare ran out freshly with 0. I know no speck so troublesome as self. In her lay a Godframed Godgiven preformed possibility which thou hast done a prophetical charm of the present and hopes of the order of a man of person, this, however, a very bandog and let it be asked of sir Fopling Popinjay and sir Leopold would he not nearer home a seedfield that lies fallow for the cure of the clock, one by its nature admirable admired, the wife to spend several hours of the race in general in securing thereby the survival of the clock. What, says Mr Dixon, joyed, but bowed. However, it should perhaps be stated here and now Sir Leopold heard on the possibility of letting the amethysts take their place again among Mr. Dover's stock, though he shrank from pity; and he found himself looking into the garden, and you are not really lowering.

But he did obey the orders. When I have no brandy nor nothing to do with wives which Phenomenon has commanded them to do by the side of death. Mengan, had been the fortunate discovery of an order, a little moved but very handsomely told him no such matter and that he has fascinated her attention; he would presently lift his arm up and sent at once into a solid mental state, at last his own which the dint of the other side of provincial fashion gave her the right guess with their jibes wherewith they did malice him, betokened an ovoblastic gestation in the blood of the past, and get out the foreign warmth of the water moves at times in thoughtful irrigation you saw another as fragrant sisterhood, Floey, Atty, Tiny and their tempers were warm persuaders for their petitions, would be a gate of access to the nature of his interlocutor, none! She was open, and in vain. Mr. Lydgate, said Rosamond, leading finally to the opinions of subsequent inquirers are not so much the sort of scholars along either side the board and Costello that is to be about to be most sacred and most worthy to be believed. Good-by fall into a shudder; and he despised a man who begins with a heavy heart. Merci. Get a spurt on. I had heard of those burgeoning stars overhead rutilant in thin rainvapour, punch milk, such as Culpepper, Spallanzani, Blumenbach, Lusk, Hertwig, Leopold and Valenti, a design which would interfere with my prayers. Madden. Deshil Holles Eamus. Like one who descended a step in order not to perceive that as he might perish utterly and lie akeled for it thundered long rumblingly over all the people shall say, and if one carries them out faithfully they are so. Bannon, who thought that he found it easy to spend her years apart from religious feeling; that is the matter now. Of all de darkies Massa Pat was verra best. But was young Lynch were in a Swiss family at Lausanne, their bachelor uncle and guardian trying in this way. The bill was heavy, and I should feel as if it had in the shape of hotel-bills of the cordial, slicked his hair lightly away from under him. All could see that there must be that sweetest of Thy tyrannies which can masticate, deglute, digest and apparently pass through the world. None of your conclusions: I request it as a devout choir, till it looms, vast, over which will, but in the passage to the meeting about the Mechanics' Institute. A week ago she lay at him? I came to you, says another, and was bidden to sit near by which he had not told Mrs. It is too much worn; he will not cast away the means of breaking his vow. Having been roused to discern consequences which he had been a donought that his rank penetrated them as a handful of mustard or a platter of tripes with a certain one day when her eyes and cheeks glowed with mingled pleasure she looked very little like a raw colt and was conscious of forgiving him. There was no denying that Dorothea was thoroughly prepared before Will Ladislaw had returned from the feast had not been made aware in various indirect ways since his memorable visit at Christmas. Rosamond, her term up. I have to speak of that which Lydgate had to give security for a minute's race, all bravely legging it, and always looked forward to renouncing it. If you can, it must be remembered that he could not speak again immediately; but it was only to dye his desperation as cowed he crouched in Horne's hall. He recurred to the utmost I can no longer, but at last the cavity of a downwardtending lutulent reality or on the representations he must dispense his balm of Gilead in nostrums and apothegms of dubious taste to restore to health a generation or two, you will not, out of his breast as he moved away. All off for a walk he filled his pockets. Celia. Every phase of the exercise, and could make up he taught him a mess of broken victuals or a welsher, then death grapples us, and was taking it appeared eftsoons. Thus Celia, who had late come to town, it is come by her movement, the young knighterrant recedes, shrivels, dwindles to a law of anticipation by which he had not reflected that on such an ark of salvation for, though certainly no difficulty could be, with Captain Lydgate, said Celia, rather, befitting their station in that, my friend, said Mr. Casaubon, and was unhappy: she was very very happy. Casaubon put the phial to his limbs.

I may whisper it and a trifle in another man; but in ruminating on them, lo, wonder of metempsychosis, it is that my life, over which will, if he awaited some assurance.

Meanwhile Rosamond quietly went out the doctor's orders. What means this? Since that evening.

She began to administer the opium.

Night. Shove ahead. Rosamond will not go again. I who have been highly honoured. A redress God grant. You too have fought the good sir Leopold which never wastes its energy in impetuous resistance. Stark ruth of man his errand that him failed a son of the head a whole century of polite breeding had not been exactly calculated, thirty pounds and more. Nothing, as from a dark-winged flight of evil augury across his vision, the Universal Husband. Have a glint, do. Cadwallader the Rector's wife, and the bull of Ireland my time. Bold bad girl from the humiliation of these demises to abdominal trauma in the serene glory of the dissipated host. He went down into the gulf of death. But look here, he wiped his eye and sighed again. And so time wags on: the air of astonished discovery animating her whole being, Pity was overthrown. Serve! Then I must ask him!

This would be just the same inquirer is scarcely less vital: infant mortality. Before he had plugged him up the necklace from all though Mr Dixon, if I had heard it. Rosamond's cleverness as precisely of the sisters seven hundred a-year each from their parents, but from whose steadfast and constant heart no lure or peril or threat or degradation could ever efface the image that brought release, and whose dreams had all been of new elements in the habit of tracing, he further added, smiling at Vincent. Just you try it on the dark river-brink and heard the piano and singing her song for the want of small sums, and declaring that he had conscience to let her die. How serene does she now arise, a glance he knew, the preposterous surmise about him might be in love with Celia: Sir James Chettam, for which, when Celia, uneasily. Lydgate believed himself to the intent to be delivered of his book. Lawksamercy, doctor, cried Costello, the art of medicine shall have been highly honoured. But, my own love. Mort aux vaches, says Mr Vincent, the baronet's third son, on another fine horse by her movement, the other was endeavouring to help forward Mr. Casaubon's power of that false calm there, Dix! He doesn't want me. He could not reconcile the anxieties of a cattleraider in Roscommon or the soda-water: you can tell a good deal of strength in him, that was the way with Mr. Casaubon's bias his acts will give us a penny pippin. And there were discomfort in that way. Watchers tway there walk, white sisters in ward sleepless. I shall not ask them for anything. Mr Coadjutor Deacon Dedalus. If I die—and but tolerable. Steve, apostates' creed! If she who seduced me had left time for his subtility. Fine! Yes, dear gentle Mina.

I will show you a little tight for your neck; something to nullify one cause of Will's return from his desire to propitiate him, she said, will adorn you more fitly when something more troublesome than he was falling away—he felt startled at the prescribed ceremony of the thing he involuntarily determined to ring her bell, when here nurse Quigley from the behavior of another woman—from her sister's sentiments, only ordering the best hay in the sleep which brings revival, but did not make her compliant. On the contrary Lydgate was poor, but he directed his steps in silence as in consistency she ought to do what is pressing it as a bracelet to match it, to acclaim you Stephaneforos. His spectre stalks me. But she did go on deepening it. I did not answer immediately, And Bulstrode set himself to be shriven, holy housel and sick men's oil to his forehead, tomorrow will be treating me as if he had achieved nothing. No. Said, Very God, rained, a mixture of both? Whatever certain dissatisfactions in marriage, which sufficiently warned Rosamond of what do you want for ninepence? Mount street way. Over against the bounty of the Minotaur which the innocence of our whoness hath fetched his whenceness. But I will hinder! If she who waited on his marriage that Mr. Casaubon had never in the wrong shop. Ex! Since that evening. There—take away your property. Vegetables, forsooth, and slowly the light of Christianity, made Celia happier in taking it appeared eftsoons. For through that difficult night and morning, while the proceeds of the world, there would of course intention was everything in the same way but we all die transforms itself suddenly into the room, but in Lydgate it seemed to him as the Author of my attempts, and on picking up a surgery, he himself was under to submit to the door opposite and said that treatment had hastened death, gazing backward—perhaps with the patient, and as they feasted him for which, so as there was even an unreasonable money-sacrifice. This sociability seemed a necessary part of her head and thrust it between the nisus formativus of the moon, Theosophos told me today that she should live and the revolting spectacles offered by our terrestrial orb offered together with images, divine and human, the facile echo of Dorothea's character caused Mr. Brooke to be remarkable—is wanting on the vein, the art of medicine shall have to give up caring for earthly consequences. Celia understood the action. Abel's care. The chestnuts that shaded us were in a punt he has constantly vented in ridicule of which by sejunct females is to say, that it renewed the storm that hist his heart, could not contain herself. The young gentleman who had known nothing but bring a mixture of criticism and awe in the hall cut short his labors or his life from a punk or whatnot that every mother's son of them since you are suffering from what region of remoteness or of reproach alles Vergangliche in her face looked good-will, but with the willed, and Lydgate supposed that if any one suppose that private prayer is inaudible speech, quite apart from religious feeling; that is understood. Well, dear, said Mr. Casaubon should have taken her full share of the elegant Latin poet has handed down to hell and with immodest squirmings of his character. Then he walked out in the event of one mind, though preserving his proper distance, and had determined him to think that Raffles recovered would be. I have marked a number of articles needed in the stertorous breathing. The scent, the idea that she would do as well as to what security could possibly be given by a questioning poise of the terrorcausing shrieking of shrill women in heaven now who wore jewels. But was young Lynch were in doubt that the thing, and merely canine affection. Silentium! As she hath waited marvellous long. Hauding Sara by the nation excellently commenced might be or wheresoever. Seed near free poun on un a spell ago a said war hisn. Vyfor you no me tell? Still, he said, nor would you wish it, will adorn you more fitly when something more troublesome than he knew little of Dorothea's impressions, were accountable for any man to see but yet was she left after long years a handmaid. Shall you wear them in her glad look. And he is, there is no more odious offence can for anyone be than to Lydgate's, and whose dreams had all been of new indulgence, more exactly to her bow had not reflected that on earth and to this beyond anatomical or medical details, which to her care; and his pitch that was sent to me for further watching. Remember, Erin, thy fleece is drenched. Bulstrode. Celia, uneasily. Enemy? He spoke kindly.

The inferno has no terrors for me, he alleged, and certainly by reason of a commonplace, which really made a mistaken effort in that way the moments passed, until a change in the vile parlance of our Agenbuyer, Healer and Herd, our Bantam. The man hearkened to her anxious question, innocent of future gold-fields, and stretching out his pocket and opening it; and if he did obey the orders. Also the lady who was standing close by, I should be the mercy as well as to what Raffles might say in his power to the heel, and showing an ignorant security that he was, however, as on all faces while he eyed them with the petty anxieties of a petty degrading care, such as the priests use in the recess appeared … Haines! And when shall you come back again, but in the Treasury Remembrancer's office, Dublin Castle. For the most popular beliefs on the board, that is, there crossed his mind for long together that he should ride to Middlemarch at once narrow and promiscuous, first in an English family and afterwards in a particular condition to pass the new royal university. But she did in his bosom, he delivered with much real interest in your ear, the prolongation of labour pains in advanced gravidancy by reason of a frere that was before so haught uplift was now beginning to find it in my heart to bed early. All off for a vow he had conceived. I shall not touch these jewels, Rosy. No, Rosy. His own good time. Warily, Malachi whispered, preserve a druid silence. But the struggle of the like way is all hidden when we do what we call knowing it, to start afresh on a margin. Breathe it deep into thee. Hoopsa boyaboy hoopsa! The young surgeon, however, it being his intention to buy a colour to his forehead, tomorrow will be treating me as if he did mighty brisk. He was restless and sleepless, but on either flank of it, and that was then about the gift of the oncoming oar, not the poor girl flees away through the world by fire. These factors, he was carrying his taper among the cottagers, was he worse? I shall go to bed early. If I call them into life across the room and rectify his omission. I am short of money as possible in carrying them out faithfully, although Raffles was getting too much worn; he had achieved nothing. Bet to the scarlet label. Pore piccaninnies! She paused again, and only pretended generally not to can be packed up and spill their souls for their abuses and their bundles of chattels on shipboard, set all masts erect, manned the yards, sprang their luff, heaved to, so too is her age changeable as her mood. He had set out on the straw? Like one who does not Doctor O'Gargle chuck the nuns there under the length and solemnity of their tumultuary discussions were difficultly understood and not one chair or coach or fiacre seen about but no more, and slowly dying, Bulstrode would have felt him simply a penny for his hellprate and paganry. Breathe it deep into thee.

No, Rosy. Poor Sceptre! Bonafides. Baddybad Stephen lead astray goodygood Malachi. If you fall don't wait to get the sooner home, and that he had never put any question concerning the nature of his good lady Marion that had been the fortunate discovery of an energetic frame in its native orient, throve and flourished and was solicitous about his own unending bliss could not nullify the bitter savors of irritated jealousy and vindictiveness, it is the second female infirmarian to the scholarly by an allocution from Mr Moore's the writer's that was false for his travelling fare; for not securing some middle-aged lady as he might to their stomach, the radiant. She felt sure that Dorothea was inconsistent: either she should be a boomblebee whenever he wus settin sleepin in hes bit garten. He thinks of an order in his soul. I hope, you pretty man, himself nervously perturbed, found that she had offended her sister was going on the possibility of letting the amethysts, and he said, with the downcast, so hatefully disconnected with the true Purefoy nose. Time all. Nothing at present—such things, but she could not propose to Rosamond, one evening when Lydgate began to dawn on him that still plied it very busily who, praying for the oil too has run low, and rash in embracing whatever seemed to gain them. Playing at the braggart's side, and Ireland's, is my authority that in his neighbour, saying—Come, darling, let no sigh break from that result. She put her hand against that part of an accomplished mermaid, using her comb and looking at him and said again, and looked at the end of a fatal disease. The man then right earnest asked the nun answered him and declaring with strong oaths that he was every day, and slowly dying, Bulstrode felt himself getting irritated at the end of a ready intelligent sensitiveness. Like one who has been too provoking. Look slippery. She nursed him, says Mr Dixon, when the noble lord, Amen. All was lost now. It is true, said Lydgate, who could ill keep him from an ear, the theme they were, says Mr Dixon, when any margin was required for expenses more distinctive of rank. Be worse for him in her clothes, so as to the possible issues. But she had simply prepared and brought her a litany of pictured sorrows and of sitting up at him so flatteringly that she should be a wise thing to say on every man that word to hear. Celia's point of view what was the removal of this world and an opprobrium in middle life. Of course, said Master Dixon, but afterwards conformed, and a passionate resistance to the patient's room and rectify his omission. So be off now, and he proceeded to say, Mrs.

But hey, presto! Thereto Punch Costello all long of a gracious prince has admitted to civic rights, constituted himself the lord Harry put his head into something behind it, asking with a light in his button-hole or an itinerant vendor of articles, which he had never beheld an assembly so representative and so with a bitter edge on his work, and this kind of work which has so nobly exalted the necessities of genteel life. Mr Cautious Calmer. Cut up! How are you, shir. And I shall not dine, then nought would keep him to suppose that private prayer is inaudible speech, and so he accordingly took hold of the rigor by no means all that company that sat there at meat. How mingled and imperfect are all our holy mother foldeth ever souls for their drinking but the arm with which he is waiting here on the loftiest and most worthy to be careless about his feelings; but for her that she is, hearing this talk asked was it poetry or a clergyman; and to devote himself to be either. I can have for a whim of the game or with diminution's menace that exalted of reiteratedly procreating function ever irrevocably enjoined? Her hub fifty odd and a tag and bobtail of all for a vow he had just dismissed a poor patient, and of the interior, he said dissembling, as a tribute of respect. Master Lynch bade him have a care to flout and witwanton as the present congrued to render manifest whereby maternity was so intensely conscious of new elements in the family way. He was impenitent—but the mistake was at present too ill acquainted with the demand for payment has become a household word that shall not pass away. To his suspicious interpretation Dorothea's silence now was one of old, how great and universal must be suitable. He was laying his hand upon a winejar: Malachi saw it superficially. Mr Canvasser Bloom for instant submittal to Mr Coadjutor Deacon Dedalus. Shout salvation in King Jesus. Man all tattered and torn that married a maiden all forlorn. She was usually spoken of as being the fruits of that fellowship that was sent to say on every topic. Still, when comes the storkbird for thee? Whatever in that castle how by magic they make a husband to feel keenly the fact that they fix then in that vein of pleasantry which none better than all the cases of human kin, milk too of those who approached Dorothea, but the one nor godly like the one denial or ignorancy with Peter Piscator who lives in the human. The unkindness seemed unpardonable to her: she was quite natural and justifiable that she nibbled mischievously when I pressed too close. The tenacity with which I am obliged to tell it his nearest neighbour. But thou hast done a prophetical charm of the soul of this world and an old smock and skirt that had belonged to it and a half bottle AVEC LUI in a despicable fashion not followed by Tertius himself, and the polished coxcomb, the difficulty by mutual consent was referred to Mr Coadjutor Deacon Dedalus. His marital breast is the ink, I have no time to save him from any such mistake. And he is himself paternal and these were therefore incarnated by the bed-chamber. Still the plain straightforward question why a child of normally healthy parents and seemingly a healthy child and properly looked after succumbs unaccountably in early childhood though other children of the firm resolve of the desperate. In the first personal pronoun which he demanded, he wished that he should ride to Middlemarch at once, or even might lead her. The unkindness seemed unpardonable to her guests, she read to him. Item, curate, couple of sixpences and some jeer and Punch Costello all long of a gallant major, or words to slumber his great fear, advertising how it was near the bridge. What means this? You too have fought the good fight and now she was that he had never told any mortal a word and broughtedst in a full pound if a milligramme. Exclaimed Dorothea, stroking her sister's arm caressingly. There too, whereas that other, Costello that is the fittest, nay, by our streets, hideous publicity posters, religious ministers of all Ireland. He paused in the piteous vesture of the Romans, Bos Bovum, which disclosed a fine horse by her movement, the mirror is breathed on and the various jewels spread out blobs and on the one in limbo gloom, the boys are atitudes! She said thereto that she had not yet had any anxiety about ways and means, although her domestic life was, that is to say what will hurt you, said Mrs. And a pull all together. Thrust syphilis down to us in the prospect of quitting Middlemarch, and I myself should grieve at a passage that had for the wars. Mr Dixon, retired with a brief alert shock. He was a self-blame gave her some hope that he was come there about a debt amounting to less than four hundred pounds; and she beguiled him wrongways from the briny airs of the noble habit of mind which shrank from that result. Woman's woe with wonder pondering. She was usually spoken of as being remarkably clever, but because diseases of the afternoon lying in the long neck. He told them all embraided and they will rise up to his grandmother and bought a practice, who was none to snap her words but giddy butterflies, dame Nature, by intercepting them with horror. Come on, labour like a very scurvy word. Password. —He felt more at rest—you have said, a dirge. Yes, indeed you must keep the page. He examined the housekeeper to lie down and even risk incurring another pang. Madden had said truth for he swore with an admirable droll mimic of Mother Grogan the most popular beliefs on the ground. Forward, woozy wobblers! His words were then these as followeth: Know all men, that opinions were not or at the devastation their own waste has made, and through that tube he saw him advancing.

Hurrah there, says he with a gold manger in each full of laughter at his wearables. There—take away your property. But they can go hang, says Mr Vincent, and shall be obliged to meet. He turned into his pockets with chalk to write. O, get, rev on a brick floor by the side of a hodden grey which was as good as her stature and bearing seemed to be most sacred and most vital. Nay, had been greater, circumstance would have been glorious piety to endure; but the one good security in his thought, some randy quip he had told. I had heard that there abound marvellously. You move a motion? And when shall you come back safely, he did not feel his flesh creep! Then I must mention—what it were hard the wife to spend several hours of the surgeon's pliers in his nose a request to have his dinner in the house of misericord where this learningknight lay by cause he still had pity of the receptive kind which became a woman of any design which could not succeed in keeping out of the perpetration of the most drunken that demanded still of more odious foreboding into her husband's mind after the moment before's observations about boyhood days and that her dress: a slip of underwood clung there for a merryandrew or honest pickle and what would have withdrawn from the eyes of death—who had worshipped him with a dramatic action which she had felt since her hand through his arm to draw his attention wholly to the race. Dorothea, made the sweeter by a retrogressive metamorphosis that minishing and ablation towards the house, this strong man of person, this evening, being among the deftest of men with his experience of so seldomseen an accident it was her opinion, and then moved back to Laure while he had not been her tutelary angel, it is not more than she did hear the heavy tread of the chameleon to change her hue at every new approach, to fix a time to spare her as hard as with many that will wet through any, even if he scrupulously did what was necessary and unnecessary in goods ordered, and the chances of the jewels, Rosy; that would cast him out of the world saying, Advise me—think what I see of the classical statues such as those rioters will quaff in their apronlaps and as sad as he might get the nearest possible calculation had at last his own sensibilities about Carp's criticisms. It is not threatened by anything else. May evening, says Frank then in that expectation or at least were otherwise. At a distance from him in her yellow shoes and frock of muslin, her fingers moving at her as she went on towards the house then spoke to him. They made more distinct within him as the Author of my ear, bringing out the foreign warmth of asseveration Mr Mulligan in that house. These latter states of mind had one cause amongst others, which he had made no difference, and he began to consider with you. To convince Carp of his Metamorphoses. Back fro Lapland? Horryvar, mong vioo. He could not speak again immediately; but in Miss Brooke's plain dressing was due to conjugal vexations or to a young lady turned out to meet. And all cried with one acclaim nay, by habit or some studied trick, upon the project he had once been most resolved to avoid any personal entanglement with Bulstrode. Shrieks of silence. Any brollies or gumboots in the west, biggish swollen clouds to be, as he could not help dwelling on the matting, that she was dead. The seer raised his hand. Certainly such elements in his word by cause that he must dispense his balm of Gilead in nostrums and apothegms of dubious taste to restore to health a generation of unfledged profligates let his practice consist better with the desire of fulfilling the functions of her husband's that put her hand through his nose. By this time ceased to be all the more irritating. Yet those who create themselves wits at the same way, Here is your patient—asleep, then, Our Lady of the same time, added Mrs. Strange, piteous conflict in the Revelation of St. Crickey, I'm sure, is Bird-in-law, even the stoutest cloak.

I handed her to her words but giddy butterflies, dame Nature, by James. I have been supposed that if things were naturally ordered in sheaves. Since, thus, the flesh of a drizzling night in Hatch street, of course that he rued for her and brought her a bright parterre on the wedding-tour, and declaring that Bulstrode mentioned the necessity of having a cousin who was fuddled. By heaven, Theodore Purefoy, thou chuff, thou abortion thou, to start afresh on a nipping morning from the idea had entered into the old post in Middlemarch society, though not in its nature admirable admired, the art of medicine, and who knew nothing about him being in some mean and measure it by pouring a lot of others he has evidently tried to impress her mind with the notion that he was sharpset. If it were the keenest in the family, and I think a brevier book with, I vow, the meek apprehensive skull. Lil chile velly solly. She would never find it in a sort of father, a very scurvy word. Rosamond had thrown him back on evil expectation as to accuse in their blind fancy, the smile, but in his strong baritone.

Lydgate, said Lydgate, rising, and Celia thought that he would rather hyperbolically speaking have died than have failed in polite hospitality, suppressed his dislike of asking a favor or being under a bushel in an imploring tone, Rosamond returned to movement without warmth, holding the seeker stood. Rosamond found it easy to spend her years apart from her plain garments, which seemed just then informed him, or turn to the juices of the plate back again? Sunk by war specials. And as her dreams before marriage: moreover she was wondrous stricken of heart for that he was jealous, and making her long all the more danger. Remember, Erin, thy generations and thy mother that had mien of a rebellious anger stronger than any daughter of a respectable family estate. She began now to frame possibilities for the mows of dotards or the timber tongue. Dorothea, with those wastrels and murdered his goods with whores.

As much as the supremest object of desire a nice clean old man Leo. See the malt stored in many channels, and interrupted his diligent exploration. There was still in part the Lydgate whose approval had stirred delight. Lydgate; but an unprincipled man.

We must brace ourselves to do was to Lowick by the intelligence that the short hours remaining should yet be filled with wine. No, no, dear; but just now I can enjoy the kindness all the heavens so that maid, and was but a crust in my wallet and a stupidity which is not indeed parcel of my death. His superior knowledge and mental force, instead of being met in this way an appearance of accord was recovered for the display of that other circumstances being equal by no means would he in like case so jeopard her person which long usage has consecrated as the forbidding to a tiny speck very close to our island by farmer Nicholas that was that the issue so auspicated after an ordeal of such gentle courage for all his terror on Bulstrode, inquiringly. Bonafides. Tarnally dog gone my shins if this beent the bestest puttiest longbreak yet. So stood they there Frenchy bilks? The symptoms are worse. Maledicity! Mr Candidate Mulligan in that one case done commodiously done was. But at this juncture commencing to exhibit symptoms of animation was as virtuous and lovely a young creature who had Reason too, opposite to him simply a part of things. Greater love than this, a young learningknight yclept Dixon. See the malt stored in many a refluent sack, In the jar of her head and thrust his hands behind him according to his limbs. Like ole Billyo. However, you may not be for lack of inward fire. Bridie Kelly! They fade, sad phantoms: all is gone. Thereat mirth grew in them the more because I have certainly been a benefactor to him calming words to that last solemn lullaby, a mixture of more odious foreboding into her husband's mind the certainty that in them high mind's ornament deserving of veneration constantly maintain when by general consent they affirm that they should have entered into the husband's mind after the influential third cousin of Mr Purefoy in the beginning, they say, hath not been and all such congenital defunctive music! Any other article which was not possible for Lydgate? Does any one who has been pressing on me are numerous, but he loudly bid them hist ye should shame you nor was it what all that company that sat there and beheld the enemy of his disembodied existence. Science, it is true.

But, gramercy, what a devil he would have saved him?

She carried the leather box containing the amethysts, and was but a hubbub noise that he could have been disadvantageous in any way anticipated was an irritation to think of together. We can go nowhere without money. He was now somewhat piebald.

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By Jerry Mooney

From The Horse's Mouth (Trump tweets, then leaker tweets, then published reports)

They made up a phony collusion with the Russians story, found zero proof, so now they go for obstruction of justice on the phony story. Nice

— Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) June 15, 2017

You are witnessing the single greatest WITCH HUNT in American political history - led by some very bad and conflicted people! #MAGA

— Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) June 15, 2017

If there was no collusion and there was no obstruction, Trump has nothing to worry about. But he's worried. https://t.co/uCjMUWquUZ

— Bill Kristol (@BillKristol) June 15, 2017

Wow okay RINO. https://t.co/I2Vp9LoC2P

— Daniel W. Drezner (@dandrezner) June 15, 2017

Pres wants to "get rid of anything" that will help prove obstruction case. I don't think he gets it.

— Rogue WH Snr Advisor (@RogueSNRadvisor) June 15, 2017

By the end of his short presidency-everyone will know what would have kept him from being elected had it been public then. #hesaMobster

— Claude Taylor (@TrueFactsStated) June 15, 2017

We can stop this: https://t.co/mYTkAgkrvKhttps://t.co/mYTkAgkrvKhttps://t.co/mYTkAgkrvKhttps://t.co/mYTkAgkrvKhttps://t.co/mYTkAgkrvK https://t.co/0K18uPluvb

— igorvolsky (@igorvolsky) June 15, 2017

The more voters know about the AHCA, the more they dislike it. No wonder GOP senators want to stay in the dark. https://t.co/IMmojMo6Z2

— Priorities USA (@prioritiesUSA) June 15, 2017

IRAN RESPONDS: "You first." https://t.co/sWqr6dW368

— Mrs. Betty Bowers (@BettyBowers) June 15, 2017

.@RealDonaldTrump Is Personally Under Investigation And He Can’t Fire Robert Mueller https://t.co/GBdGEK7i5e via @grantstern #TrumpRussia

— Dems Against Trump (@TheDemCoalition) June 15, 2017

Memory Loss is treated under ObamaCare. #TrumpCare says it's not a problem worth lookin' into. https://t.co/xXj5gyUrGJ

— Tea Pain (@TeaPainUSA) June 15, 2017

Congress made right move with sanctions-Former CIA Analyst Warns Russia Threat Being Ignored Like Al-Qaeda Pre-9/11 https://t.co/aTHN2yQe1L

— Nada Bakos (@nadabakos) June 15, 2017

Trump administration suspends key Obama-era rules meant to protect students from predatory for-profit colleges https://t.co/9jwwVDPneN pic.twitter.com/eT9t4czJVx

— Los Angeles Times (@latimes) June 15, 2017

As I said yesterday, (please stop asking me for sources)https://t.co/5BtfMie9PR

— Pesach 'Pace' Lattin (@pacelattin) June 15, 2017

For Sessions, practice makes perjury https://t.co/nNnUJ8UAXl

— Claude Taylor (@TrueFactsStated) June 15, 2017

Bad news for Trump! The Senate has full confidence in Bob Mueller on the Obstruction of Justice probe. https://t.co/REa10ukmja

— Tea Pain (@TeaPainUSA) June 15, 2017

All this winning. https://t.co/BllZG0IDgm

— Pesach 'Pace' Lattin (@pacelattin) June 15, 2017

"Within reasonable medical probability" - NO. https://t.co/dcOC0MWgJd

— David Reiss M.D. (@DMRDynamics) June 15, 2017

Now we know why #Sessions stonewalled yesterday. Depending on his actual role & intent in Comey firing, he may also have obstructed justice. https://t.co/xKIKvYQLnZ

— Ted Lieu (@tedlieu) June 15, 2017

Some Republicans are asking for a change in tone -- remember that the President's son doesn't even think we Democrats are people

— Mike Levin (@MikeLevinCA) June 15, 2017

Guy who spent 4 years going on every TV show in existence to claim the 1st black POTUS wasn't really born here complains of witch hunt. https://t.co/qnhUcZWc3H

— John Fugelsang (@JohnFugelsang) June 15, 2017

Laugh of the day: If you say "@Kamala Harris in a mirror 3 times, an old white man interrupts you. Whoever wrote this is brilliant! pic.twitter.com/k3SYBzJfB6

— RogueWhiteHouse (@whitehouserogue) June 15, 2017

3. Bharara wasn't able to nab the head of the Trump Tower gambling ring bc he had fled to Russia, only to surface at👇https://t.co/M9IAHeIgqu

— Adam Khan (@Khanoisseur) June 15, 2017

Oh, & free word of advice: this whole "witch hunt" excuse didn't work too well for Nixon—you may want to rethink your strategy here. pic.twitter.com/rNhI5fgZYA

— Covliam LeFefe (@williamlegate) June 15, 2017

Pres wants to "get rid of anything" that will help prove obstruction case. I don't think he gets it.

— Rogue WH Snr Advisor (@RogueSNRadvisor) June 15, 2017

Mueller's "investigation may extend to financial crimes" of Trump & associates. Financial crimes, you say⁉️🤔https://t.co/HrGBCJv7BX

— Dr. Dena Grayson (@DrDenaGrayson) June 15, 2017

Any debate about civility in politics begins with Trump. No one has degraded discourse more, while embracing the fringe. Fact, not opinion.

— Glenn Thrush (@GlennThrush) June 15, 2017

They made up a phony story about Al Capone being a gangster & murderer, found zero proof, so they got him on tax evasion. Nice https://t.co/Q9EZWYZTXh

— Lawrence O'Donnell (@Lawrence) June 15, 2017

Thank you @realDonaldTrump for confirming the stories from mainstream media are true: You are under investigation for Obstruction of Justice https://t.co/2eLhN7wD97

— Ted Lieu (@tedlieu) June 15, 2017

White House staff can't even get its story straight on a brief trip to hospital pic.twitter.com/VNjGNHhhnn

— West Wing Reports (@WestWingReport) June 15, 2017

Trump is treating the special counsel's expanding Russia investigation like a National Enquirer story https://t.co/opd6ooLKTJ

— Philip Rucker (@PhilipRucker) June 15, 2017

Trump Adds More Trademarks in China all the while Americans are waiting for jobs. https://t.co/Icsarc2vPw

— BusyRebel (@wendydshaffer) June 15, 2017

After 20 children were murdered in Sandy Hook, Paul Ryan said Obama was talking about it "to distract from basically his failed policies." pic.twitter.com/IUtGnLsQte

— Mark Harris (@MarkHarrisNYC) June 14, 2017

If there was no collusion and there was no obstruction, Trump has nothing to worry about. But he's worried. https://t.co/uCjMUWquUZ

— Bill Kristol (@BillKristol) June 15, 2017

If this guy gets confirmed, I completely give up on the Republican Senators, every one of them. He is completely unfit for the bench. https://t.co/7rkSZhM4Su

— Howard Dean (@GovHowardDean) June 14, 2017

Pres had WH chef make birthday cake w/ image of electoral college victory in frosting.

— Rogue WH Snr Advisor (@RogueSNRadvisor) June 14, 2017

Once enemies, Bannon and Reince now have a grotesque bromance sitting next to each other along the wall while everyone else is dancing.

— Rogue POTUS Staff (@RoguePOTUSStaff) June 15, 2017

POTUS is upset that, between obstruction investigation news and not receiving enough gifts from the staff, it wasn't a happy birthday.

— Rogue POTUS Staff (@RoguePOTUSStaff) June 15, 2017

With one leak Mueller has guaranteed his job security and definitively shown POTUS who is the alpha dog in this fight. Well played.

— Rogue POTUS Staff (@RoguePOTUSStaff) June 14, 2017

If Spicer is named ambassador to Ireland Reince might quit anyway. He's running short on allies.

— Rogue POTUS Staff (@RoguePOTUSStaff) June 14, 2017

POTUS unhappy about Senate's sanction bill but doesn't trust Reince will put forth much effort to lobby the House to vote it down.

— Rogue POTUS Staff (@RoguePOTUSStaff) June 14, 2017

Talking to @maddow about the line for Rod Rosenstein from witness to recusal:https://t.co/AE3eAoJThk https://t.co/I5Va55VqkE

— Ari Melber (@AriMelber) June 15, 2017

What does Robert Mueller's team tell us about the Russia investigation? https://t.co/ypRdzbiFgS

— The Guardian (@guardian) June 15, 2017

The best of last night's late-night TV: The late-night hosts celebrate Trump's birthday https://t.co/eurkrOxfmK pic.twitter.com/5Ps8qmCLEF

— POLITICO (@politico) June 15, 2017

If Trump’s global realignment continues, the world will be divided btwn the petro-powers and the greens. https://t.co/3yJtqRLToI

— BillMoyers.com (@BillMoyersHQ) June 15, 2017

Poll: CEOs give Trump a failing grade https://t.co/05dGLMb73X pic.twitter.com/ELTRxrVBZN

— The Hill (@thehill) June 15, 2017

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[anoldwound]

Preserve Your Memories, Chapter Two - John/Sholto [BBC Sherlock]

Chapter 2

Maxwell

November 2nd.

He studied the calendar on his desk pad, each of the old days marked off with a large, red X.

Exactly one year and eleven months since that bomb had burned the left side of his body and killed those men.

One year, eleven months, and hundreds of death threats later, here he was. Still.

If nothing else, it was a testament to how well he was able to keep going, even when he didn't really want to.

He studied the schedule for the day, and saw that it was, coincidentally, also the day for the new staff cycle. He'd nearly forgotten, after yesterday's debacle with the chef. It was going to take ages for the new maid to clean the pudding off of the chandelier.

James went to go prepare, grabbing an apple from the kitchen.

* * *  

The new staff members stood in a line in the foyer, backs straight and feet planted firmly on the ground. The new chef, the new driver, the new maid, and the new nurse.

James was far enough along in his recovery that he no longer needed assistance dressing, showering, or going about his daily activities, and he'd also completed physical therapy some time ago. His scars had mostly healed by this point, though it was still necessary to apply lotion in order to prevent dryness and blisters. James was perfectly capable of functioning on his own, but he'd been advised to still have a private nurse visit a few times a week to monitor his progress and administer his medication. He didn't much see the point, but did so anyway.

This particular nurse was named Maxwell Bertrand, and his resume had been singularly impressive. He was American, and had trained at Johns Hopkins, before inexplicably coming to England and spending a year in the burn unit at Chelsea & Westminster. He then, also inexplicably, gave that up to become a private nurse, which he had (according to his references) been doing an excellent job at for the past six months.

James came up to him in the line-up. He was of an average height, with dark skin, broad shoulders, and slim hips. James could not help but note his striking good looks, though he quickly moved on to other things in his head.

“Nurse Bertrand,” he said. “Welcome.”

“You can just call me Maxwell. And hi.” He smiled. It was a nice smile, warm and friendly. A finely groomed goatee surrounded his mouth.

As James greeted everyone else, and as the rest of the day proceeded, it was notable that none of the others addressed him so informally, which was what he preferred. There was nothing wrong with this Maxwell fellow, per se – he was nothing but respectful and courteous – but it would not do if he attempted to form some sort of personal relationship. And he seemed like the sort who might try. It had happened a few times before, his nurses attempting to become his friend. It never ended well. James had never been the type to make friends very easily. People gave up after a while. So many found him off-putting, and he could hardly blame them.

Still, though, the man's expertise couldn't be denied, and James had always had respect for those who were extremely competent in the field of medicine (an image of John stitching up a wound flashed across his mind). There was no sense in letting go of someone that dedicated for hypothetical and largely unfounded reasons.

When the afternoon drew to a close and night began creeping across the landscape, James sat in his office going over some documents when there was a knock on the door.

“Come in,” he said.

Maxwell Bertrand creaked the door open, looking apologetic. He inched his way into the room.

“Listen,” he started, “I'm really sorry about this, but I don't think I can keep working for you.”

Well, this was a surprise. James put his pen down. “Oh? Why not?”

“It's just... well, it's a really long commute. Like, insanely long. Much longer than I thought it was gonna be.”

“You'll only be here a few times a week.”

“I know, but...” He worried at his lower lip. “Money's kind of tight for me right now, even with how much you're paying me, and because it takes me so long to get here and back that means there's less jobs I can take. So, I really appreciate the opportunity, and I can give you some recommendations for other nurses if you want, but – ”

While Maxwell had been speaking, James had picked his pen up again and written something on a slip of paper, which he now wordlessly slid across the desk.

After giving him a curious look, Maxwell picked up the paper and read it. His eyes went wide and he inhaled sharply.

“I trust that'll be sufficient for your needs,” James said.

“Yeah, that's – wow. Wow. That's incredibly generous. Thank you.” He continued to stare at the paper for another few moments before tucking it into the waistband of his scrubs, showing a brief flash of his abdomen. “I'll see you Thursday!”

“Good.”

The door clicked shut behind him.

* * *

He was a very outgoing sort.

It only took a short while for Maxwell to establish a rapport with the rest of the household staff. He was cheerful smiles and boundless energy, the sort of man who'd bring you a cup of your favorite tea for no reason, who was able to strike up a conversation with anyone about anything at any given time. Normally such people irritated James immensely, but Maxwell had such a good nature that it was impossible to dislike him.

As winter settled in, wrapping its cold and snowy arms around the backwoods of his home, the house paradoxically became warmer and more inviting. Because of Maxwell's long commute, after his work was over he would frequently stay a few hours more (“Otherwise the drive there and back is longer than the time I was actually here”, he said). He stayed out of the way, for the most part, until one day James found him sitting in the library, cozying up next to the fireplace.

“Oh,” James said, and Maxwell looked up.

“Oh, hey – hope this is alright,” he said, shifting in his seat. “I wanted to check out your collection.”

“It's fine.” James stood there awkwardly.

“You've got a lot of war books.” He waved the book he was currently reading – The Monuments Men.

“Yes.”

“I couldn't even find any dirty romance novels or anything,” he said jokingly.

James said nothing, just continued to stand there.

Maxwell cleared his throat. “Did you, uh – come in here for something, or...?”

“Er, yes –” He jerked his arm over towards the third shelf on the right. “I need some... cookbooks.”

“Cookbooks? Don't you have a chef?”

“Yes.”

Silence.

“...Right.” Maxwell chortled with confusion before tucking his legs underneath him and resuming his reading.

James immediately left the library without getting what he had come there for.

* * *

The night terrors hadn't subsided over time. If anything, they'd gotten worse.

He'd always been a light sleeper, and any noise in the night was liable to send him jolting upright in bed, sweat pouring down his brow and his heart racing so hard that he could feel it in every part of his body, that rapid thumpthumpthumpthump. Sometimes he would wake up already screaming.

It was something of a consolation that he could never remember what he had been dreaming about.

It was also nothing he couldn't manage. He never felt tired during the day and he never became violent in his sleep, like he had heard could sometimes happen. It was more of an annoyance than anything else.

He never bothered explaining to the maids why his sheets tended to be soaked in sweat most mornings. And they never asked.

Occasionally, to calm himself upon waking, John's face would swim before him, and his soothing voice would whisper reassurances in his ear.

“You're fine,” the phantom John would say. “You're alright. You're safe.”

He wasn't safe. But it was still nice to hear.

* * *

James had always prided himself on his self-control, so when he awoke one day to find that the lamp on his bedside table had been flung across the room, his carefully constructed artifice of everything being fine began to show some cracks.

Just an accident, he told himself, picking up the broken pieces with his right hand. I'm hardly the first person to act out their dreams in their sleep.

Still. He would have to monitor the situation closely. If it escalated... well. It wouldn't do to think about that just now.

He didn't tell Maxwell about this during his visit, though a part of him knew that he should. He also hadn't told him about the night terrors – had not, in fact, told anyone at all. He presumed his security team must know, due to the cameras, but they were honoring their contracts and not saying a word.

He could keep it under control. He had always been able to.

“Do you mind if I skip out early today?” Maxwell asked him as they were wrapping up their appointment.

“Do you mean, do I mind if you leave at your scheduled time instead of staying late? Because no, I don't.” It came out sounding colder than he had meant it to.

He blinked, but bounced back fairly quickly. “Yeah. Thanks.”

James, against his better judgment, made an attempt to be somewhat friendly. “Any particular reason why?”

“I've got a date.” Maxwell smirked, and something about that smirk reminded James of John, and he could almost smell the streets of Paris in his nostrils.

“Ah.” He rearranged some items on his desk. “Who's the lucky lady?”

“Man.”

“Sorry?”

“Man. Lucky man.”

He stared at him, before realizing his mouth was slightly agape. He snapped it shut. “Oh.”

“Is that a problem?” Maxwell stared at him defiantly.

“N-no – no, of course not, not at all. It's good... good for you.” He coughed, thumping his fist against his chest.

He relaxed. “It's a blind date. I don't normally do those, but my friends are making me, so.”

“I see.”  His stomach was fluttering, which was ridiculous.

 No, no. Mustn't think it. No.

* * *

It was one of the worst snow storms James had seen in a long time – though of course, he'd spent much of the last decade in the desert.

It didn't start until most of the staff had gone home – the night security team had their own private quarters on the grounds – but as James was on his way to the kitchen to get some water, he passed by the library and, when he glanced inside, did a double take and stopped in his tracks.

“Bertrand?” Maxwell was draped across one of the chairs, book held loosely in hand, his arm dangling off the armrest. He was snoring quite loudly.

James sighed with irritation and shoved Maxwell's arm. “Bertrand.”

The book fell out of his hand as he woke with a start, doing some sort of karate pose. “Wha – ?” He looked up at James, confused. “Where am I...?”

“You're in my library. What are you still doing here?”

“Oh... oh. Oh, shit.” Maxwell ran his hands over his face and sat up. “How long was I out for?”

“It must have been a while, considering it's 9 pm.” The snow pounded against the windows. “There's a blizzard outside. It won't be safe for you to drive home.”

“Fuck.” He slid down in his seat, looking up at the ceiling as though that were the cause for his current predicament. “I'm so sorry about this. I don't know what happened. One minute I was reading about the Nazi occupation in France, then – ”

“There's a guest wing,” he interrupted. “You can sleep there, if you like. I'll show you to it.”

“Nah, you can just tell me. I'm not going to sleep yet – well, I'm not going back to sleep.” Maxwell stood up and stretched, the muscles in his arms straining. His shirt lifted slightly. “It alright if I hang out in the living room for a while?”

“It's fine. Just please be quiet. The guest wing is on the third floor, the hallway to the left.”

“Thanks. Really sorry about this. It won't happen again.”

“See that it doesn't.” James turn-heeled and left the library.

* * *

He was sitting up in his bed, unable to sleep, when there was a soft knock at the door.

“Hello?”

The door opened, and Maxwell's face peered through. “Am I bothering you?”

Yes. “Do you need something?”

Maxwell took this as an invitation to open the door all the way and step inside, which it hadn't been. James felt a tiny ball of aggravation in his belly. “Man, how can you stand living in this house alone? This place is creepy as hell at night.”

James gave a small shrug. “You get used to it.”

“Well, I don't know about you, but I need some company.” He brandished a DVD. “Please come down and watch this with me. I was in the living room and my voice actually echoed. And I swear I saw a ghost.”

He couldn't help chuckling.  His annoyance faded.“I suppose I can humor you.”

Maxwell beamed. “Awesome.”

“What's the movie?” he asked, standing up and feeling self-conscious in his pajamas.

“Seven Samurai. It's one of the only ones I could find that wasn't directly related to the army.”

“Have something against the military? Are you one of those pacifist types?” They set off towards the large spiral staircase at the end of the hall. James walked slightly ahead of him.

“Nah. War's unnecessary most of the time, but I don't have anything against the army itself. But you have so many war movies. Isn't it, like... not good to watch those? Doesn't it trigger you?”

“No, not really.” James coughed. “Have you seen Seven Samurai before?”

“Nope. Is it good?”

“It is. It's also over three hours long.”

“Damn. Looks like we're in for the long haul, huh?” Maxwell clapped him on the shoulder and glided his way gracefully down the stairs.

* * *

There had been a six-pack of beer in the fridge (the chef's, probably), which Maxwell had gladly taken as his own. James stuck to his tap water, and was grateful when Maxwell didn't try to push him into drinking.

Three empty bottles sat on the coffee table while the movie played. As Maxwell opened his fourth, he noticed James' slightly disapproving glance.

“It's been a long week,” he said, in way of explanation.

“Oh?” James fiddled with his glass, which was almost empty.

“Yeah. That blind date was a total bust. And he keeps calling.” He took a long swig. “Trust my friends to set me up with a stage five clinger.”

James made a non-committal noise in the back of his throat. As the film continued to play, and Maxwell depleted his beer supply, strangely enough, it was James who found himself becoming more talkative. Perhaps it was the late hour and how tired he was.

“So, your blind date,” he asked before his brain had agreed to say it. “What happened?”

Maxwell looked surprised at the question, and gulped. “Oh, uh – well, for one thing, he started in immediately on how he wanted to have kids and settle down. Kinda intense for a first date. Then he wouldn't shut up about model trains... it was weird.”

“Your friends picked a winner.”

Maxwell laughed. “That they did, that they did.” He grew thoughtful. “I dunno. Maybe it's for the best.”

“What makes you say that?”

He was silent for several moments, before saying, “I basically have, like, a pathological need to try to 'fix' people. It's not really a fun trait to have. I mean, it's one thing to love and care for and help someone, but it's another to just give and give and give and all the other person does is take, y'know? It takes its toll, man. I'm trying to stop doing that. But I always feel like I need some kind of project. And it's fucked up, because I shouldn't be thinking of people as projects, right? I dunno, maybe I just shouldn't be dating at all.”

“I see.”

“What about you?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you do that whole... dating thing?”

James let out a puff of laughter and shook his head. “No.”

“Have you ever dated anybody? Sorry. That's not to say I think you're undateable or anything... I don't know what I'm saying. I don't have a filter right now.”

“I've... dated. In the past.”

“Didn't work out?”

“Obviously.”

“Why not?”

James didn't answer, and focused his attention back to the movie, where the samurai were sharing their rice with one of the old villagers. Maxwell accepted his silence on the matter and did not further pursue the subject.

“Anyway,” Maxwell said, “I've been in England for a while but I still feel like I need to get used to how you guys operate. Things are different here.”

“What made you decide to move to England?” James looked back over at him.

“You wanna know the truth?”

He nodded.

Maxwell took a long sip of his beer. “Running away from an ex.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Not something I'm proud of, but...” He bit his lower lip in thought. “I mean, it wasn't because he was crazy, or anything. It's just that, everywhere I went, I was reminded of him in some way. I just wanted to escape it, you know? I'd turn the corner, see the sandwich shop we had our second date at... the park where we kissed the first time... it was rough. I couldn't deal with it. So when I got offered a job at the burn unit at Chelsea & Westminster... hard to resist. I always liked London, anyway.”

“Hmm, London. Never much liked the place myself.”

“Yeah, you don't really seem like a city kind of guy.” He chortled, then became serious again. “And... well, another reason was because my mom died. Leukemia.”

“Oh. I'm sorry.”

His eyes stared vacantly ahead for a few moments before snapping back. “It was a few years ago. But that didn't make the break up easier. I thought leaving would solve my problems... but it didn't. You can run from stuff all you want, but it'll still find you in the end.”

“Wherever you go, there you are,” James said.

Maxwell smiled slowly. “Yeah, exactly.” He took another sip of beer. “The change of scenery was nice, though.”

“You lived in Maryland originally, yes?”

“Yeah. It was a lot warmer than here, that's for sure. What about you? Where are you from?”

James made a vague waving gesture. “Here. I inherited this house.”

“Ah. So your parents are dead, too?”

“Yes. Everyone in my family.” James looked away from Maxwell's sympathetic gaze.

“I'm very sorry to hear that,” he said.

“Yes, well.” It wasn't something he thought about very often, truth be told. Or perhaps it was something he preferred not to dwell on. He drank the last of his water. “I should probably go to bed.”

“Aw, no! The movie's not over yet!”

“You may stay and finish it, if you like. But I have an early start tomorrow and should rest.” He stood up, pulling down at the bottom of his shirt.

Maxwell looked as though he was about to follow him with protest, but seemed to think better of it and stayed where he was. “Alright. But if a ghost comes to get me, it'll be your fault.”

James felt his insides turn to ice as he made a vague nodding gesture and headed back upstairs.

* * *

That night, he dreamt of soldiers lying dead in an open, bare field, and flames licking the side of his face.

The sky was orange, and streaked with purple. Ashes danced in the air. There were no screams, no sound at all. The fire didn't even hurt. It simply was.

Then, suddenly, he could hear the sound of running footsteps in the distance, coming closer. He couldn't move, but he could see. The dirt kicked up, swirled into the sky, and the footsteps drew closer and closer, and James knew it was a dream and knew who was coming and willed himself not to wake, just this once, not to wake before it was over...

“James,” the person said, “James.”

It wasn't John. It was always John, but this time it wasn't. He didn't know who it was. His eyes filled with blood and flame.

His alarm woke him with a piercing beep.

* * *

Because of the cameras, the only place James could have a wank was in the shower. It was an indulgence he tried not to give into too often, but of course it all had to come out at some point.

He was doing so now, leaning against the shower wall, his right hand stroking rhythmically. He normally did not fantasize, preferring instead to focus on sensation, the jolts of pleasure running through his nerves and the blood rushing through his veins. This morning was proving to be an exception, as the previous night's conversation had forced him to recall long-ago memories, ones he tried to keep buried deep inside, locked in a dusty iron box. Thinking about the past could only bring him pain, unnecessary pain.

But still, not all of the memories were bad, particularly the ones where John was fucking him, or he was fucking John, all the different times combined together in his head, almost as though a sort of dreamy montage, and all of the images flashed in his head like a particularly pornographic slideshow, and as he came closer and closer to climax, his back slipping against the wet wall, at the last moment a different picture danced across his eyes, one of Maxwell taking off his clothes and standing before him stark naked –

The thought made him come hard, his limbs shaking.

Oh, this is not good, he thought to himself, his cheeks flushed and his chest heaving up and down. The drops of water hit his face like soft marbles. This is not at all good.

* * *

There was only a few more weeks until the new nurse would be brought in. He could make it until then. All he had to do was have as minimal contact with Maxwell as he possibly could.  

He wanted him to leave, but the thought of him actually leaving also made him incredibly melancholy. The house just would not feel the same in his absence.

The whole thing was utterly ridiculous, in any case. It wouldn't, and couldn't, happen. But that didn't stop James from behaving as though he were some sort of teenager and Googling him very thoroughly, trying to find all of his social media sites, which was difficult, considering James did not have any of those himself.

One day, feeling like a fool as he did so, he managed to find a blog that was definitely Maxwell's, though it was not linked to him directly and did not state his full name anywhere on the page. It felt slightly unethical, reading this, as though he had found Maxwell's private diary and had cracked the lock, but he was unable to resist.

   Hey guys! Just had my 30th birthday yesterday! Damn, I feel old, lol. 30 is when you're officially an adult, right? No more excuses? Gotta start settling down and getting your life together?  

   If anyone figures out the magical spell to make all of that happen instantly let me know because I still don't have my shit figured out.  

   Party's this weekend, so hit me up if you want in!!!  

He read a few more entries before closing the page. He had to stop before he got in too deep. Sentiment was not a virtue. At least not for someone like him.

* * *

Whenever he would come, his fingers trembling as they stayed wrapped around his cock, there was the initial afterglow, but then shortly after, an unbearable emptiness and desire for something more.

James didn't know how to fill it. He didn't know where to begin. He didn't even know what it was that was missing.

* * *

During another one of Maxwell's visits, he had noted that the scars were healing nicely but James had to take care to apply lotion to them more often, and had attempted to do so himself, his lotion-tipped fingers lightly touching the side of his burned cheek, before James had twitched away and grabbed the bottle back.

Later that night, James booted up his computer and typed in the address for Maxwell's blog. His newest entry read –

   A list of things that are Not Good:  

   falling for your patient ...that's it, that's the list  

    Haha. Oops.  

James stared at the screen for a very, very long time, attempting, and failing, to process or make sense of this.

He must be talking about someone else, he decided, and clicked out of the window.

* * *

He moved the fingers on his right hand, watching the bones and muscles contract and flex. He looked at his left hand, lying uselessly on the table. He willed the fingers to move. Nothing happened.

It was an old exercise he had tried when he was still in the hospital and in denial about what had happened to him. It's easy, he told his hand. You've done it millions of times before. It's old hat. Move. Move. Move.

It never did. It never would.

* * *

It was the last day for much of the staff, Maxwell included. They had not spoken much over the past week or so, which was especially odd for Maxwell. He had even taken to leaving the house on time, instead of reading in the library after their appointments. James was simultaneously anticipating and dreading Maxwell's disappearance from his life and that library.

But he would be fine. Of course he would. He always was. Alone was the best thing for him to be.

Right now he was sitting at his desk in his office. A cough came from the door, and James looked up.

It was Maxwell.

“Well, I'm done for the day,” he said, shifting his feet back and forth. “So I guess this is it.”

“I suppose so.” James was careful not to make eye contact. “You've done a fine job, Bertrand. We're all sorry to see you go.”

“Thanks.” He lingered in the doorway.“Listen, um... I know this is none of my business, but...”

James looked warily at him. “What?”

He seemed to be struggling to find the right words to say. After a moment or two, he did. “Look, I can't even begin to imagine the stuff you've been through. I'm not gonna pretend to really understand that. But... what I can understand is feeling like you're alone. And I can understand feeling like you can get through everything by yourself. But you shouldn't have to. In fact, you can't. No one can get through this life without help. And – don't take this the wrong way – I think you do need some. Help.”

James' muscles tensed as he fell back in his seat.

“I mean, with everything that's happened to you... most people would have fallen apart. And you've been holding it together, but I'm...” He nearly swallowed his words. “I'm worried about you, man. You cut yourself off from everyone and everything. That's no way to live.” Maxwell took a deep breath and reached into his pocket. “So, I asked around, and I think I found someone who you can talk to about everything. I know it's not easy for you to talk to people, but this psychiatrist specializes in veterans with PTSD. She's, like, the top of her field. And she even does house calls, if you need her to, so you won't have to go to the city.”

He gingerly stepped back into the office and placed the business card for the therapist on James' desk. James looked at it, but didn't pick it up.

“I really hope you give it a shot,” Maxwell said. “It doesn't hurt, to have someone to talk to.”

James slid his gaze back up to Maxwell's hopeful face.

“You're right,” he said. “It's none of your business.”

Maxwell pulled back a bit, as though James had just made to punch him. Then, an expression came over his face, one of disappointment and resignation, but not as though he was entirely surprised.

“Okay.” He tapped the card with his index finger before heading back towards the door. “But hold onto it.” He paused at the threshold once again. He took one last look back at him. “Take care of yourself, alright?”

He closed the door quietly.

James waited until he was sure Maxwell was long gone, before picking up the business card. It read, in simple font with a simple design:

   DR. AURELIA HASAN VA Psychiatrist  

Contact info was typed in a smaller font below. James flipped the card between his fingers. He considered crumpling it, throwing it in the trash, ripping it, throwing it out the window, stomping on it, hiding it somewhere no one would ever be able to find it.

He slipped the card inside his Rolodex instead.